Body Shots
I didn’t know I was gay until the summer when I was 12. I got a lot of mixed messages about what that actually ment. “Ew, fag.” I knew it was gross, and girly stuff? “That’s gay,” like flowers, perfume, the color pink… I guess I was always a “Butch,” and I never outgrew the whole “Girls are gross” phase. My friends started talking about girls, and wanting to kiss them. “Ew,” that felt gay to me. “Why?” “Because she’s pretty, look at her, and she’s going to fill out some nice fat titties.” He weighed them in the air in front of him. “You can tell, she’s already wearing a bra, and everything.” In 6th grade, before school ended for summer. I just walked off disgusted, whenever the boys started talking about that stuff. …