“There ought to be a time in one’s adult life which is dedicated to rediscovering the most important readings of our youth. Even if the books remain the same (though they too change, in the light of an altered historical perspective), we certainly have changed, and this later encounter is therefore completely new.
–Italo Calvino, Why Read the Classics?
90s Queer
I came out as bisexual in high school. To my friends, it wasn’t a surprise. We were outliers, the damned. The wretched of the high school hierarchy. My whole life, I tried to give a name to what stirred within me, flowed through my blood, lingered beneath my goose-flesh prickled skin. How could I explain to my mother that the same butterflies that fluttered in the cavity of my heart, squirming through my guts whenever I stood near my best girl friend also rose whenever the pink-haired gay boy pushed his lips against mine during gym class–possibly the worst class to not be straight in?
I don’t know if my mother understood what I meant. Or if she did and simply chose to ignore it, as if it was a condition that might go away on its own. Maybe she understood and quietly accepted it as most Latine parents are wont to do. It wouldn’t matter, because by the time I entered college, I no longer identified as bisexual; although, it was clear that I was anything but heterosexual.
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