The year was 2005. I had long hair, an affinity for the color pale pink and George W. was still President. The first month of my senior year was coming to a close, and Homecoming was staring me right in the face; urging me to grab it and shake it.
Up until this point, my usual routine for each dance had been to show up, dance and be fabulous. My senior year had gotten off to a quiet start, but was slowly coming to a boil. I wanted it to be special, but I couldn’t figure out how to make it differ from my previous experiences. How do you make something that feels stale feel vibrant again?
Flash forward two weeks. I found myself riding into a football stadium sitting on the back of a vintage convertible Chevrolet. Black rimmed glasses, a 1960’s era tartan bowtie and a skinny suit. I had been chosen as part of the homecoming court, and I was representing all the fabulous gay teenagers who dreamed of the day they would have a reason to use that “British royal” wave they had been working on.
My goal was never to be popular, nor was it to make high school the highlight of my entire life. But this, like other small moments in high school, was a little piece of myself that was able to shine through some of that adolescent fog.
High school isn’t forever, but it’s important while it’s here. I ended up winning Homecoming king. Not because I was popular, but perhaps because I was myself.
-Stan Salas, UV Customer Service Connoisseur and Contributing Blogger