ImaginaryBomb

i. When my parents asked me if I was gay, I laughed and said, “No, of course not.” And it didn’t feel like a lie. ii. Once, I asked my parents what they would do if I were gay. They said they would worry but they would still love me— they would still love me. iii. Once, I asked my youth pastor what God thought about gay people. He said, “Well, the Bible says it’s a sin.” But I wasn’t convinced. I decided that any God who would condemn His children for their honest self was not a God I wanted to believe in. iv. When I finally told my parents I was asexual, the first thing said was, “W

After their victory over the death Star, the Rebellion returned to their base on Yavin. They could not stay long, now that the Empire knew of their location. But the Empirial army would have to muddle through the aftermath, so the Rebellion took some time to savor their first real victory. Leia gave a speech, followed by a moment of silence to memorialize the sacrifices of the pilots Luke had flown with, as well as the loss of Alderaan. Following that, senior officers broke out, what Luke thought, a suspicious amount of alcohol. The entire Rebel force fell into raucous celebration and never looked back. Luke had never been around so many peo

Nezumi returns after a few years. Give or take. After a certain point, Shion stopped counting the days. Reunion would come, or it wouldn’t; either way, Shion couldn’t do anything about it. He turned his attentions to other priorities, time passed, and eventually, Nezumi was back again. “I told you I never break a promise,” are his first words. Shion is half-inclined to slap him, but chooses to kiss him instead. It’s been a long time, Shion has nearly forgotten what kissing Nezumi is like. He feels none of that reckless white-hot passion, but it is good to see Nezumi again, even with his infuriating smirk. And

I hear it repeated to me like a mantra: “You just haven’t met the right person.” “You’ll meet the right man someday.” “You’ve just got to find the right one for you.” Is there, indeed, a person whose existence has been tailor-made for me to love? If so, why does it feel like I’m the one in need of hemming? With my stains to be cleaned and my rips to be patched? Maybe I’m not interested in spending my life on the edge of my seat for love to walk in at just the right time. Maybe I don’t care to reserve an empty space beside me for who knows how long; I might like room

When I tell them I’ve never had sex —that I am a “virgin”— I am praised: “That’s smart of you.” “How good of you to wait till marriage.” “You can’t find girls like you anymore.” When I tell them that I’m not waiting for anything That I probably won’t ever be married That I’m simply following my desires —my “lack” of desire— I am scorned: “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Everyone wants sex.” “You’ll change your mind one day.” “You just haven’t found the right man.” &#