No. 6 is not a coming-out narrative and it’s not a narrative about romance surviving despite oppression. Do you know how difficult it is to find mainstream queer lit like this? DAMN NEAR IMPOSSIBLE. If I want to read about people like myself, that usually means I gotta brace myself for sadness and death and betrayal and all the gross stuff that comes from being an oppressed minority. No. 6 is a fucking godsend because the queer couple gets to have conflict and character development not dependent on homophobic prejudice, but apparently because they’re not doing a whole song and dance number about the trials and tribulations of homosexuality they’re not gay enough for dumbassed straight people to see them as gay. ADSLKJFLSAKJFLSK. THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.