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Y'all wanna hear a story bout how gay I was in fifth grade before I consciously knew I was gay?

Okay so my bfflad and I were having a sleepover — which we did often before she ended up movin states in the summer between sixth and seventh grade — and so it was nighttime. We were lying in her bed, watching a movie — I wanna say Mama Mia but idrk — and so at one point I'm like, hey, ya think she's asleep? So I turn to face her on my left side, and I see that she's asleep. My reaction?

I SMILED DOWN AT HER BECAUSE I THOUGHT SHE LOOKED CUTE.

and then, like the nice guy I am, I slowly and quietly fumbled around for the remote to shut the TV off so I wouldn't wake her up :0

Bitches, Bastards, Assholes and nice people, I WAS FUCKIN GAY.

BEFORE I KNEW.

HOW FUCKIN GAY I WAS.

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