Feel Your Feelings

On Wednesday, I felt unwanted.

Today, it took me an hour to write the first sentence – that sentence, about Wednesday – of an emotional, super personal, and rather melodramatic blog post.

I Am A Liar

Every Saturday, I go to my cousins’ house. They are young – one is an eighth grader, the other a fifth grader. For the past few years, I have grown closer with the fifth grader, who I shall call Ashley for the purpose of anonymity.

I lie a lot on Saturdays.

This past Saturday, the topic of gay marriage came up at my cousins’ house. I’m not sure how it happened, though I think it had to do with the upcoming presidential election. My slightly socially conservative aunt didn’t directly castigate gays, but she expressed something similar to discomfort, leaning toward disgust.

Later that day, Ashley and I sat across from each other.