Where was I? Oh yes, tantrums.
Well, my parents, realizing I wouldn't take such a simple answer as fact, decided to srsly sit me down and have a talk.
They started talking about how my aunt was still my aunt and whatnot then about sexuality and how I would understand when I was older.
Well a couple years later when I was 13 I found myself 'in love' with this boy down the street named Gillan.
He was this small ginger kid and he was always nice to me when no one else was.
He was there when I was too embarrassed to tell my parents my secrets.
And he was there to have a funeral for my pet snake.
Of course I thought it meant he liked me back. Boy was I sorely mistaken. When I tried to kiss him. Heh. The kid punched me like he was a pro boxer.
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Figuring It Out
RandomMy encounters and reactions to sexuality and my way of figuring out how to cope and accept it.
