I. Hate. Them.

I guess this is confusing if you are not the avid reader of everything Brent Hartinger, so let me explain. A Seattle Straight Guy is the type of guy who is kind, smart, well groomed, liberal, very attractive, and, as the name implies, heterosexual. They are the type of straight guys who are totally cool with those who aren't, and they are the bane of my existence.

You see, at my high school, it is usually very easy to avoid crushing on a heterosexual male; you only have to wait about five minutes before they say something homophobic or moronic, though it is often times a combination of the two. The rare SSG, however, is specifically designed for big ugly crushes that don't ever go away.

And more than any other aspect of high school, I hate crushes. A crush can take any emotional stability I might have attained, and replace it with conflict. One part of me knows that this person is straight, and there is no way anything will ever happen. The other part of me is thinking about him so much that I'm writing journals about the whole ordeal an hour after I intended to go to sleep.

Obviously, I realize that it is not their fault; it's mine. The only reason for disliking them I have is that their being so... you know... makes it hard for me to have control over myself.

I guess I'd just rather have a straight guy call me "faggot" than offer me a ride home. Things would just be easier.