I'm coming out: I'm straightMom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight by DeadmansCrescendo
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took a deep breath. Guys? I dont really know how to say this but, I think Im heterosexual.
The room went silent. Mum looked up from our satanic bible and pursed her lips. For a second, I thought she was going to reach out and slap me. In a tight voice, she said, You know how we feel about heterosexuals. We raised you to be
NAME: Lily |
Lily is the unfortunate lovechild of superfluous omnipotence and unwilling narrative. A current undergraduate student in English and multimedia, she is rarely seen outside of her natural habitat, the faithful desk and chair. She is extremely short-sighted, though this is true only physically. In what little spare time that may exist, she is a fervent learner of languages, among which are German and French. In other means of communication, such as visual arts and body language, she is nudged forward by the hands of the most adventitious of inconveniences: momentum.
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