Chasing Normal LINDSEY ASHE
I get expectant looks at every turn of phrase like I’ll explode and leave shrapnel in ROY G BIV in the wake of the intolerance. If I were easily offended I’d have long since left this earth Another victim of locker-filled hallways with no light at their end I’d break bones on brick walls every time I hear “gay best friend” like I need a qualifier. Don’t think I’ve never wished that the thought of a bat and balls made me think of something other than softball and its stereotypes, never gushed over Zac or Leo and tried to mean it, but I’m tired of trying. Despite your attempt at a politically correct dance, what you deign to tolerate, this is me. And I hate my own heart sometimes and I don’t want a world painted rainbow I just want rejection to be my only fear when I ask for her number.
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