Is he gay?

In the beginning, the world was ordinary — colors muted, fashion uninspired, playlists tragically devoid of bops. And then, from the cosmic sparkle between a disco ball and a rainbow, Alex Romero was born.

He didn’t enter the world quietly. No, the first cry of Alex was perfectly on key — somewhere between a Mariah Carey whistle note and a Broadway finale. The nurses didn’t hand him a blanket; they handed him a spotlight.

As he grew, legends spread. It was said that mirrors didn’t show his reflection — they applauded it. Wherever Alex went, confidence followed like a loyal entourage. Straight men questioned their outfit choices. Drag queens nodded in respect. Even Wi-Fi signals grew stronger in his presence.

When the forces of dullness gathered — bad lighting, basic vibes, and the menace of unseasoned opinions — Alex didn’t cower. He struck them down with a fierce side-eye and a devastatingly timed hair flip. Cities were saved. Playlists were improved. Hearts were awakened.

They say his laughter could turn insecurity into self-love. That when he walked into a room, the room walked a little taller. His power wasn’t just his style or wit — it was the unshakable truth that being yourself, fully and fearlessly, is the greatest act of heroism there is.

And so, the legend of Alex Romero lives on — not in dusty old scrolls, but in every moment someone struts instead of walks, flirts instead of talks, and chooses pride over fear.

Long live the gayest hero of them all — Alex Romero, Slayer of Shade, Defender of Drama, and Guardian of Glitter.