Arthur smiled, a slow, reminiscing thing. He leaned back, his eyes drifting to the window where the neon sign cast pink and blue shadows on the floor.
Maya hesitated. I want to know if it was always like this. The community, I mean. Sometimes it feels like we are all so separated now. Different letters, different fights. Was there ever a time we were just… one?
Back then, the world was terrifying. The AIDS crisis was ravaging our community. People were dying by the thousands, and the government didn't care. Society wanted us invisible. But in that apartment building, and in the bars underground, we found each other.