Reminiscing.

Now I’m friends with this group of semi-religious girls. Everything they say is done benevolently, but our senses of humor are way different. I can’t really be myself around them, because anything including the words “incest” or “gay” or “emo” is immediately followed by an uncomfortable silence. I’m not going to complain though, because they’re there for me, and that’s all I ask for nowadays. I also sit with these boys – some would call them ‘dorks’ or ‘losers’, but they understand me more than most girls. Most of our conversations center on gays or incest. My friend Rexxie was sort of uncomfortable when I came out of the closet to him, but now he participates in trying to find pretty girls for all of us to talk about.