The Reading blog

  ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the city, the glittering lights cast a magical glow over the streets. The air was filled with the scent of pine, cinnamon , and the unmistakable aroma of anticipation. For me, Alex, a young gay man navigating the twists and turns of life, Christmas held a special place in my heart – a time for love, acceptance, and the celebration of my chosen family. Growing up in a small town, Christmas wasn’t always the warm and fuzzy experience the holiday movies promised. The tinsel-covered façade often masked the struggles of being different in a place where conformity was the unwritten rule. But as the years passed, I found solace in the enchantment of the season, discovering that Christmas was a powerful force for unity and self-acceptance. The Sparkle of Acceptance: As a gay person, Christmas became more than just a holiday – it became a sanctuary. The twinkling lights weren’t just decorations; they were a reminder that our differences we...