*Just a heads up: this story takes place a couple months before my introduction. I just thought that this was kinda important, so for this page and the next couple, there will be events that happened before the intro. Another side note I wanted to mention was that this is not a novel, but a form of blog, so there isn't really all that much of a storyline, just a recount of events that I thought were funny or things that I might want to remember in the future. *
This is the story of how I sorta came out to my best friend.
So I have a best friend, as many people do. And as you do with a best friend, you tell them everything, but me personally? I like to be mastyrious and make everything a riddle or pun (Ive got some cracker puns if you wanna hear them one day). So cool, right?
Well, on this particular day, I had been scrolling on TikTok like the technology-addicted mallennial I am and I happened to see a video of these people in England putting up Pride stickers all over there town and I thought, 'what a great idea, I wanna do that too. '
My bestie Liv and I both had a 'free period' and I asked her if she would help me put up these stickers without getting caught, as I wanted to put them up in the school building, and she agreed. Aren't we just a bunch of troublemakers?
So these particular stickers I printed out were a set of pride flags, but they were animal shaped. It had tons of different flags on there, but they didn't have my flags. As we started sticking them up and were nearing the end, I accidentally said, 'Oh, they dont have my flag' to myself under my breath. But I swear to God this girl has superhearing, like bat ear hearing. And she most definitely heard me. I looked over and saw her contemplating whether to say anything; she must have thought hard on it because she said, 'Its not there?' AND YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID?
'Not all of them.'
Like, what the fuck, dude? You didn't want to reveal your identity and orientation at all, let alone all of them. So I basically just told my best friend that not only was I queer, but it was X more than once. And dont get me wrong, I would have told her later on, which I did BTW but I wanted to do it with finesse (that also didn't happen).
She has never really brought it up again or asked me about it. Thats how you know if you have a winner of a bestie.
I realise that this post may make me look like I hate my identity and orientation and am ashamed of it, but I am not. I cant stress how happy I am now that I know why my youth was miserable but I must stress to you that I am not in the position to come out and that is why I am so cautious of who I tell that I am non-binary, Omiromentic, etc. So I dont want you to get the wrong idea, I am truly happy with my life; I just need to be cautious, and with that, I leave you with something that Mark Gillespie said: 'we were refugees in our own country.'
This is a drawing of Liv and I that I did for fun a while ago. Shes the Ranga and Im the one with the fuggle mullet.
So this is some backstory about me. If you want me to go back even more to me when I was exploring my identity I might have a journal somewhere with something in it. If you have any questions feel free to ask. And yes Liv's hair is actually that colour, she dies it more then I change my sexual orientation.
So this is a blog. A blog about me and my life as a closeted queer person living in a small town. With no one to confide in, I thought, let's make a blog about it, and what better place to do that then Tapas. So yeah here we are.
Note: I don't know when this will update or what its gonna be about; its just my life as a high schooler, and I happen to be non-binary.
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