SCHOOL WAS GOOD Albus Severus Potter
School was good, but being a little effeminate did make my life hard. In my primary school some groups of friends used to kiss me on my cheeks and feel me up. I thought it was all in fun. Later I came to my senses they were never really my friends. That’s how my journey of being harassed started. When I was 13 I used to love it when guys older than me showered me with some attention. (Who doesn’t?) Secondary school brought me some really good days. My friends accepted my being effeminate (well, most of them). I was constantly told by my guy friends to stop speaking so softly. I tried to change myself. I was never really aware that I was gay. Even my teacher once told me, “Karan Johar jaisa kyun baitha hain?” I wanted to grab her face and smash it in a pile of shit. On my last annual day of school I heard a teacher saying “Akshay ko Best Boy mat do. He doesn’t really act like a boy.” Bam! That was so damn cruel! Many such jokes followed. It kind of makes me laugh today that people who are supposed to be our ‘gurus’ have such mentality. In College I again went through the same things. My close friends used to call me a ‘princess’ (they are really good people) and they never really understood how much it broke me. So just to make people ‘stop thinking that I am a girl’, I got into a relationship. Initially I began to feel that maybe I was a bisexual and being with that really beautiful girl would pull me out of this ‘phase’. Believe me, that girl was gorgeous. Her being a potterhead and Fiction fan got me interested in her. But I was just trying to hide behind her. We never really got intimate. Then after 12th, MBBS happened and I had to go to Nasik. Going to a new place was always scary since history always used to repeat itself. My seniors called me ‘Chikna’. Some of them still do.
OMEGLE! Such a wrong platform to talk to guys about your problems! Because all you get there are flying penises everywhere.
Finding a nice guy there is like finding a needle in a hay stack, but I guess my odds were better. I found one quickly. Hot, handsome, young and desirable Mr. X from Delhi. Sarcasm was his superpower. He used his harsh and blunt words to put some sense into me that it’s time I stopped ruining a girl’s life. I felt ashamed that I cheated behind her back by going online and doing such stuff. I came out to her. “Saale chakke! Meri zindagi barbaad kar di tune! Ek saal ek gay ke saath rahi main! Ab tera ye raaz main sab ko bataungi!” this would be the reaction of some girls. But her reaction was “Did you start watching saas bahu sagas?” We both had a laugh. She felt betrayed but she decided to forgive me. We are really close friends at the moment, and she is one of the pillars that is keeping me going. I came out to my four of my friends and my sister. I am not out to my parents yet, nor am I planning to until I am financially independent.
My sister has been a great support. We never discuss my being gay so much because it’s not really a big deal for her. She finds nothing wrong with me being gay.
“Ye Fashion designer itne dhille kyun hote hain?” “Saale mard ke naam pe dhabba hain” “Gay log aaj kal kaafi zyada aazad ghum rahe hain. Jail main dalna chaiye saalon ko” “AIB Roast main Karan ko dekhkar gay log kaafi open ho gaye hain”
Hello! It’s Albus Severus Potter here. I am wrapped around my own world of fandoms. Besides that I am also studying to be a doctor, figuring out life one hurdle at a time - and yes, I also worship Adele. 87