And now, ladies in gentlemen, in which Inu tells a sad story.
Cry me a flippin' river.
I don’t remember when I first heard the word gay. I know I didn’t know what it meant until I was around 10 or so, and when I learned, I couldn’t see why people made it sound so mean. I figured gay only meant boys liking boys, because obviously, girls liking girls wasn’t a bad thing. My mommy had always told me that she would love any “girl or boy” that I did. As far as I knew, my boy friends were never told that by their parents. Plus, my aunts kissed each other and nobody told them it was bad. But boys weren’t cute like us girls; they were hairy and sweaty and gross. That made sense. I got it.
But, then my sister brought Thomas home. He never told me that he liked boys, but he looked at them the same way she did, and she looked at them pretty hard. But, Thomas was nice. Thomas read books to me and played board games with me when my sister got the flu. He made me a chocolate cake for my birthday and bought me a tape for my new stereo. If boys liking other boys was wrong, than Thomas wouldn’t do it. Thomas was nice.
I cried the next time my friends called someone gay.
Thomas wasn’t bad. Thomas was nice.
Cry me a flippin' river.
I don’t remember when I first heard the word gay. I know I didn’t know what it meant until I was around 10 or so, and when I learned, I couldn’t see why people made it sound so mean. I figured gay only meant boys liking boys, because obviously, girls liking girls wasn’t a bad thing. My mommy had always told me that she would love any “girl or boy” that I did. As far as I knew, my boy friends were never told that by their parents. Plus, my aunts kissed each other and nobody told them it was bad. But boys weren’t cute like us girls; they were hairy and sweaty and gross. That made sense. I got it.
But, then my sister brought Thomas home. He never told me that he liked boys, but he looked at them the same way she did, and she looked at them pretty hard. But, Thomas was nice. Thomas read books to me and played board games with me when my sister got the flu. He made me a chocolate cake for my birthday and bought me a tape for my new stereo. If boys liking other boys was wrong, than Thomas wouldn’t do it. Thomas was nice.
I cried the next time my friends called someone gay.
Thomas wasn’t bad. Thomas was nice.
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