I have a lot of feelings.Forever and a day ago, I came out to my parents, but it was really just back in February. My problem is that they didn't believe me.
It was during an argument, which was a bad choice on my part. A year or so ago I made a tumblr and my parents found out about it and deleted it. Last summer, I decided to make a new one and hide it better. It went on for a really long time, and I was semi-out-of-the-closet on tumblr. Of course, as my awful luck goes, my dad happened upon me switching to another window on my iPad and made me go back to the previous one which just happened to be my dashboard. He was outraged at the ridiculous amount of profanity I was using and just the general content of the site. Then he remembered that this had happened before and was even angrier.
I had just gotten back from District Choir and Valentine's Day was coming up. I had planned originally on coming out to them on Valentine's Day, but I stupidly decided to come out in the middle of the argument to take the focu
Untitled"When are the girls due to arrive?" Lindsey asked as she brushed through her long red locks. Her lover watched as her once tight curls fell into thick soft ones. Knocked out of her train of thought, Sara replied and went back to primping herself.Untitled6 years ago in General More Like This
"Uh, soon. You know they aren't as punctual as they should be when it comes to time, sadly." Sara paused for a moment and a sneaky smile came upon her face.
Lindsey looked back at her though the mirror and shook her head - she could tell what was going through that mind of hers.
"Ohh no, missy. I'm already dressed for the meetup," Lindsey gestured down at her very new and very sweet lolita get-up "and so are you, *finally*. I am not about to get into it with you... again." She thought about their little session in the bath and smiled to herself. Oh good times.
Sara was not about to back down that easily, and by the look on Lindsey's face it wasn'
Don't You Get It?Stop it, Dad!Don't You Get It?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't care if the boys ever start to notice me!
How long ago did we sit in the car,
talking about Joshy and I trying to start a G.S.A.?
You turned to me--
"Where do you fit into all this? You aren't gay are you?"
I averted my eyes. "Straight people can join."
"That's not what I asksed."
Silence. My heart beats a million miles a minute. What will he say? What will he do?
A million thoughts--Memories
"Did you see that transexual?"
"She was nice. She said the stuffed shells were good." Pride laces my voice as I had made them.
"I was talking with some woman--She said that he was dealing with what he was well. Hardly."
"What do you mean?"
"God gave him a penis.
Interactive Pride Mural Drawing EventHello everyone,Interactive Pride Mural Drawing Event3 years ago in Personal More Like This
First of all, Happy Pride! Parades celebrating our identity and freedom have been held all throughout - and beyond - this bright month of June. I thought maybe we can hold our own parade right here, where everyone can participate! This idea is inspired by a similar thread over at ConceptArt. This will take place on our Tumblr page, created by :iconSomewhatRounded: A tumblr account isn't required to submit, and you can post anonymously. Just go to this page, http://letsmarchon.tumblr.com , and click Submit at the bottom of the right menu.
Idea: Create a collaborative online mural where each participant contribute a character/self-portrait marching in celebration of Pride.
How it Works:
1) Go to the tumblr page: http://letsmarchon.tumblr.com
2) Look at the latest post -
2-a) If image, write a text entry sayin
School girl crush Part IIn this world there is darkness and light, there is right and wrong, knowing the difference between the two seemed pretty easy until I met her. Do you want to know how it happened? Well sit back. It's a long story.School girl crush Part I7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day started like most others at Peach Blossoms Finishing School for Young Ladies. My stupid roommate started blasting the radio first thing in the morning. She is my best friend Willow, she was born blind, but sometimes she sees things better than the rest of us. You wouldn't know she couldn't see by looking at her. Her black hair is always neat and well combed but she doesn't wear any makeup, her eyes are a pale shade of green.
When I finally had enough with the top hits from five years ago, blasting in my ear. I told Willow If you keep playing your music like that. You're going to be death to.
Willow turned off her radio and said I never complain about your taste in music He