I go to school, and in front of me sits a boy named Jake. He’s tall. Blond. Plays varsity baseball. Somehow, he discovers I’m gay. Fine, I think, who gives a fuck.
“Who’s the hottest girl in the class?” he asks. I ignore him.
We read a book with a gay character. “I know who else is gay,” he whispers. I ignore him.
We repeat this everyday; he’s teasing me. “What’s the difference between bisexual and lesbian?” he questions. Stupid straight boy, I think, and roll my eyes.
Last day of school. He turns around as the teacher is talking, and hands me a picture. A family portrait, himself included. But there is no father--only two women, clearly married. He has played me for an absolute fool.
6 comments:
I don't get it. What am I missing?
You've got a gorgeous Gorgeous blog! :-) I just spent quite a while here. So many gorgeous guys! I especially like all the photos of Dylan O'Brien that I encountered here. I've downloaded several of them, and am re-posting those on my own blogspot blog, as well as other photos that I found here, too. Anyhow, just wanted to tell you that I like your blog a lot, and plan to visit here again soon. Best wishes, Carl Miller Daniels (https://carlmillerdaniels.blogspot.com/)
VRCooper, not sure you're missing anything unless it's not making assumptions about people until you know better. ;-)
Carl Miller Daniels, thanks! Nice blog you've got there.
Hi SteveXS, You're welcome! And thanks for visiting my blog and for the nice comments. I'm currently visiting your 2014 Archives, and have found some more lovely Dylan O'Brien pics that I'll be posting on my own blog soon. Also plan to post some other wonderful pics that I found in your 2014 Archives. Looking forward to visting your blog again soon. Best wishes and Happy Almost-Friday! --Carl
Love the story. This blog and Carl Miller Daniels are two of my favorites. I'm glad you two are aware of each other.
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