I wish that I lived a normal life, where I could see men as friends and nothing more. Where I can date a girl and be socially accepted, where everyone celebrates the love we have for each other, like they do on valentine's day.
Simon Spier is a seventeen-year old high school kid, who is gay and in the closet. One day he gets to know there is another gay kid in school, and gets chatting to the anonymous person, and soon falls for him too.
The heroine/hero is heterosexual and chaste, essentially hetero-normative. The villain is homosexual and deviant. While everyone is talking about historical accuracy and creative license, few are noticing the closet homophobia uniting filmmakers, playwrights and critics across party lines.
You could be gay and open, and flaunt with your gang all those party pictures, but the intimate relationships are lost when you date someone who is closeted. Nothing is more painful than you being open and your relationship being in the closet.