Wow. You are such a good friend.
I tell you that I am interested in a guy, so you decide that it’s a competition to see who can get him first? Even though you already have someone? And I have told you a bunch of times how lonely I am? And that no, Alyssa and I are not hooking up and it is incredibly ignorant of you to assume that? So then once I’ve won, (let’s face it, I get what I want) you call me and text me trying to get me to leave him in order to cheer you up because you’re drunk and feeling sad? Glad I left my phone at home, ‘cause that would have been a disaster. So you can fucking suck my dick. Except that you’re one of my only two friends so I will ignore this and continue being nice to you. And I didn’t even confront you about your ignorant stereotype. I’m kind of a lot pathetic.
Jensen Ackles in Wishbone
I CAN’T HANDLE HOW PERFECT THIS IS
"Because here’s the thing about realizing you’re into girls. Hardly anyone I know has ever said, “Am I gay?” in the same way they say, “Hey, do you know what the weather’s supposed to be like tomorrow?” Like they just need to figure out how to dress for the occasion. No, when most people ask, “Am I gay?” they ask it with the kind of urgency they would usually reserve for things like, “Do I strap this parachute to my back and jump from this free falling airplane or do I nose dive into the ocean and hope the sharks don’t eat my remains? SINK OR SWIM? LIVE OR DIE? QUENCH THE FIRE OR BURN ALIVE?” It feels so urgent, and the reason it feels so urgent is because you’re probably not just asking, “Hey, do I want to make out with other girls?”
You’re also probably asking: What the hell are my parents going to say when I tell them I want to kiss other girls? And my friends and my co-workers and my classmates and everyone at my family reunion? And what’s that girl going to say when I tell her I want to kiss her? And how is my life ever going to be OK, and how can I go on being the same, and am I the same, and what else do I not know about what’s alive inside me? And who will still love me and who will start hating me, and is God involved, or the government maybe, and what if it’s only one girl I want to kiss, and how do I label myself and must I label myself, and what if I change my mind and, really, what if I do burn alive?"
— Heather Hogan
An afternoon in Portland.
