I spent 3rd period, my math class, attempting to get my classmates to stop making homophobic comments and whatnot. They weren't just saying gay and pansy, but rather decided to go all out and say faggot, not just the abbreviated version, but the entire word. What really put me off was that my math teacher who was right there listening to them and myself asking them not to say those things as not only am I offended by them but they are innappropriate in a school setting, but my teacher didn't say a word.
We had this give youth a hand thing at school today where we only had fifteen minute classes and then ran around like a bunch of idiots for the rest of the day (checking out the academic fair and whatnot, my group won ap us history jeopardy!)and there was this wax hand booth, which obvioulsy isn't necessarily the most exciting thing unless you're me and you manage to stand there staring at people making and coloring wax hands for an hour or so.... I was with one of my friends actually so it didn't look all the creepy as he was staring fixatedly too, but i was wondering what would be the best way to make a rainbow wax hand? would you dip it vertically or horizontally? How would the colors turn out in the end if you were trying to get that many on? But most importantly I was trying to figure out why I was so bloody fascinated by the entire process!
I told one of my friends that I'm gay about four months ago, she's very open to that kind of thing, she's in spare change and our campus youth educating against homophobia group (YEAH).
Sadly I think that she's come to the conclusion that I'm a heterosexist, which is not true. I find that a little disturbing because I'm against discrimination of any kind and I can't recall having done anything to lead her to that conclusion that I'm aware of....
I had this insane dream the other night that I was living in my second history class at my high school and I ran through the halls screaming that I was gay... I think I'm getting a little frustrated with myself.... I found out that the girl I sit next to in German is gay today, I was reading this book on gay marriage and she picked it up and was all outraged and I accidentily let slip some comment
The only problem with the fact that she asked me straight out is that a)I wasn't quite sure at the time, and b) She wanted me to say no. I'm the sixth of seven children, statistically speaking it's not all that surprising that I'm gay, she was bound to get at least one of us.... Denial is a really great thing. She wasn't so much suspicious out of true conviction but rather because of my reading material (nothing dirty). I'm starting a collection of gay centered fiction and non fiction books. That's pretty much what she based her suspicions on as that's what we we're discussing at the time, I was only half participating in the conversation and that's why I refer to myself as being all tuned out in the car on the way to school. This incident actually took place about four months ago when she asked me what I wanted for christmas while taking me to school, I said books, she asked what kind, I told her, and than about a block from the school she asked me if I was gay. I don't actually read lesbian fiction so I'm not really sure how my reading gay male fiction made her think I was gay...she did in fact tell me that was why she asked. Up until that point, meaning all of a month prior she had thought that I was dating one of my best friends, either that or madly in love with him and he with me...I really don't know where she got that idea.