neckspike

contemplating a crab's immortality


deergrace
@deergrace

It’s 1998, and I’m in Grade 10, and I know I’m some kind of queer, I can tell that much, but I’m terrified of being Known by others, and extra-terrified of sex.

It’s 1998, and I’m a lonely only child, and all my friends are far away, because they’re the nerds from school where I’m going to the closest gifted program, where we bond over M:TG in the English wing stairwell and StarCraft in the computer lab.

It’s 1998, and I work in a movie theatre, and it’s gross and bleak and I hate my coworkers and they can tell there’s something weird and wrong about me; what am I, some kind of fag, not wanting to bullshit with them in the break room about sports and pussy?

It’s 1998, and it’s dark outside, and I’m in the living room alone, and the only light in the room is the tube TV. I’m watching Buffy, I’m watching The X-Files, I’m watching Voyager, and it’ll be another twenty years before I fully understand why I’m so drawn to these brassy female leads, and, and,

anyway, go see I Saw The TV Glow.


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