This is an essay in response to Joël Barraquiel Tan’s piece Homothugdragsterism in which he describes the lives of “Homothugs.”

It is sad and disheartening that we live in a world where in order to gain acceptance, one must put on a façade. Behind these imagined posteriors lies caged butterflies that are imprisoned by their own cocoons. The fact that many of these beautiful souls will never have the chance to spread their wings and fly freely in the open is deeply troublesome. Such is the life of “homothuggin’” where to truly be oneself, you have to posture and placate to conform to the masquerade of heteronormativity.