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Warm Light 2, Rain Cloud 25, Blackstar 10: the scars that words have carved
Author: Kat
Title: the scars that words have carved
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Warm light 2 (These are the scars that words have carved on me), rain cloud 25 (Past the expiration date), Blackstar 10 (I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it → I'm Afraid of Americans (Earthling))
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (warm light/seed beads), seed beads, modeling clay (fight)
Word Count: 125
Rating: G
Summary: It's not easy.
Warnings: Mention of homophobia.
Notes: Oh my god, did I actually finish something?
"This is my boyfriend, Hector."
Theo says it so easily, like it doesn't matter at all. This is my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I am gay. And maybe for him it doesn't matter. His family isn't like Hector's. They don't love him anyway.
Hector used to get mad-- at himself, not Theo, not that either of them could tell the difference at that point-- when he couldn't say it. All those euphemisms. My friend Theo, my roommate Theo. The disappointment in Theo's eyes.
The joy, when he finally manages to force it out, at the farmer's market one hot August weekend. It's not easy, it'll never be easy, but it's enough.
"This is my boyfriend, Theo."
Title: the scars that words have carved
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Warm light 2 (These are the scars that words have carved on me), rain cloud 25 (Past the expiration date), Blackstar 10 (I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it → I'm Afraid of Americans (Earthling))
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (warm light/seed beads), seed beads, modeling clay (fight)
Word Count: 125
Rating: G
Summary: It's not easy.
Warnings: Mention of homophobia.
Notes: Oh my god, did I actually finish something?
"This is my boyfriend, Hector."
Theo says it so easily, like it doesn't matter at all. This is my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I am gay. And maybe for him it doesn't matter. His family isn't like Hector's. They don't love him anyway.
Hector used to get mad-- at himself, not Theo, not that either of them could tell the difference at that point-- when he couldn't say it. All those euphemisms. My friend Theo, my roommate Theo. The disappointment in Theo's eyes.
The joy, when he finally manages to force it out, at the farmer's market one hot August weekend. It's not easy, it'll never be easy, but it's enough.
"This is my boyfriend, Theo."
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