Things you’ve never thought twice about become issues you have to constantly anticipate.Changing your profile picture to a photo of you and him makes you wonder if the older neighbor you’re friends with on Facebook will unfriend you, and you ask yourself if you care.It took me three months to tell my mom about the best person to ever happen to me, and my mom is the loveliest, most understanding person in the world.In the past, she had never missed a clue and always seemed to know when I was dating someone, but she totally missed it with Parker.One of the first times we went out together in public some guy made aggressive eye contact with Parker when he went to grab my hand. Is it worth all this effort to figure out who I am and what I care about?
Although I felt certain I wanted to be with him, I balked every time we talked about telling our friends.
The first time I met my now-boyfriend, I was wearing pigtails and a German beer girl costume, and he was dressed as Batwoman in heels and a pushup bra.
It was the fall of his sophomore and my junior year of college, and he had long hair, a girlfriend and identified as a gay girl.
People use the word “faggot” around me and don’t understand why I could possibly not be okay with that.
They give me a hard time for not being easy going when I call them out for using a word that, even in its I’m ashamed that I waited for it to be personal to begin standing up against discrimination. For one, we’re stupidly in love and each other’s best friends and make each other happier than we thought possible, but also, our community is mostly supportive.