cant believe a bunch of english kids go through a fuckin cupboard and find a magical kingdom full of wonder and they go “yeah we’re the royal family now”
Sometimes I wonder who I would be if I hadn't come out in high school. Or who I would be if I hadn't asked out a jock and outed myself to the whole school. I often say that I felt like I didn't have the chance to doubt who I was. I was in a situation where I felt like if I didn't know exactly who I was, the guys constantly coming after me would know that and it would be worse. I had to be strong, tough. Is that true? My initial reaction to conflict is, "Come at me!" and I wonder if that would still be the case if I didn't constantly have to defend who I was before I really had a chance to figure all of that out. Would I change it? I don't know. It would have been nice to worry about things like which college I was going to attend and not, "Will I get my ass kicked in the parking lot after this school function?" I haven't pondered these things in a while. They're fresh on my mind this year because I lost one of my oldest friends two months ago. We hadn't been close in a long time, but he was one of the first people I told I was gay. Hell, he was one of the people who helped me figure it out. He killed himself in August. I've been thinking about him a lot today. Thinking about how just knowing him made my coming out possible. So today's been a weird day for me. Full of things I hadn't thought about in a while. My coming out story is always going to be fraught. But I was so lucky to have friends there to protect me. To help me. To love me, and let me be me. I know that 17 year old me would be amazed by almost 39 year old me. Married, about to celebrate my 15th anniversary. And if my fraught coming out was what had to happen to get me to where I am right now, I'll take it.
This is true. It's how I turned 37 twice because I forgot how old I was.
I used to not understand how my dad could forget how old he was, cause as a child every year is like, eternal. You earn that shit. It’s like, fuck yeah, I’m finally 12. Now I’m 16, about damn time. But now that I’m like approaching 30 it’s like, wait…. am I 29 already? Let me do the math….. yeah huh… that checks out… when did that happen tho? Like the years are just going by faster and faster and in like a blink I’m gonna be saying oh wow guess I’m 60 now.
My kink is being a Texan and saying Happy Holidays to Christian white people and having them passive aggressively reply Merry Christmas to me, knowing that they will go home and write a lengthy Facebook dissertation about the war on Christianity that I’ve begun to wage in my humble Jamba Juice. That really gets me going