I’ve been in NYC for 115 days. It’s hard to believe. Since then, I’ve been exposed to countless men who wear sexuality on their sleeve. It’s because of them that I realize I still have room for growth: For embracing sex as a natural bodily process. For embracing my identity as a gay man. For living unfettered as the person I was always meant to be.

It’s so freeing to see men sporting crop tops and bright colors, something that was…