“nick and gatsby were in love and would have been together if the heteronormative ideology of the time hadn’t prevented it from being explicitly stated in the narrative” i say into the mic.

the crowd boos loudly. i begin to walk off in shame and sadness, when a voice speaks and demands silence from the room.

“she’s right,” they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there in the 5th row he stands: f. scott fitzgerald himself