Steve takes Robin for a drive and doesn’t tell her where. Robin’s not paying attention, too tuned into picking a good radio station, that she doesn’t know where they are until Steve Parks.
It’s the field that Starcourt used to be. The town hasn’t figured out to do with the land yet, so for now it’s just a giant plot of land,
Steve grabs her by the hand and starts tugging her further into the field. Robin assumes Steve knows where he’s going since he keeps referring to a piece of paper.
He’s not talking, too focused on navigating and making sure Robin doesn’t trip and break her neck. He’s clearly on a mission so she stays silent, knowing when he’s ready he’ll explain.
It takes a solid five minutes, and sure Robin’s a little sweaty now but the way Steve’s entire face lit up when it seems he’s found whatever he’s looking for.
“Oh my god, I think this is it!”
Robin’s eyebrows raise up in question, “And what is, it?”
“This is. This is, the movie theater bathroom.”
Robin does a dramatic gasp, “Where it all started!”
Steve claps his hands and points at her with excitement, “Where it all started!” And he takes a seat roughly where they would’ve been that night. Robin follows his lead and sits down too.
He sighs, and Robin thinks he’s looking a little spacey. She nudges to tip of her shoe o his and asks, “So you wanna talk about why you brought me here? I know it’s not for our anniversary.” Waggles her eyebrows to let him know she’s teasing. It’s how they’ve shown each other how much they care over the years.
Steve catches her eye before looking away, “Kinda seemed like the only good spot. And y’know been wanting to tell you this for a while but it’s a little inevitable now.”
“Inevitable? If you don’t want to tell me you absolutely don’t have to”
Steve laughs, “No, no it’s not like that just I know me and I’m going to want to talk about it.” He pauses finding Robin’s eye again, taps there’s shoes together a couple of times. “I’m gay Robin.”
Robin’s face goes soft, she grabs his hands and yanks him into, because of their positions, a pretty awkward hug. “Huh and here I thought I was gay Robin.” She squeezes him lightly, kisses the top of his head.
Steve groans, “You’re the worst!”
Robin stills for a second realizing , “So, is there something going on between you and—“
“We made out last night and I’m pretty sure he’s my boyfriend. Robin I have *so* much to tell you!”
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‘The Oxford English Dictionary Defines Resilience As’ by Loop Laurens.
My local queer group, in collaboration with the local library, created an LGBTQ+ zine to hand out at Pride, themed around resilience. As a psychologist, resilience is a kind of humorous concept to me, because it’s one of those things everyone agrees is a good thing and people should have more of it, but no one can agree on what exactly it is or how to measure it. So when I was thinking about what I wanted to create for the zine, I starting by looking up ‘resilience’ in the dictionary, and this is what I ended up making.
I wanted to make something that balanced my trademark lighthearted humour writing with something personal and honest about my trans experience, and, somehow, I think I managed it.
Transcript below the cut.
The Oxford English Dictionary defines resilience as
the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity
As a trans man, I’d quite like to be less resilient.
No matter how many times I:
bind my chest
cut my hair
state my pronouns
I always spring back into shape again.
The Oxford English Dictionary also defines resilience as
the capacity to withstand or to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness
(I think that’s the one I was supposed to write about)
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