Well, that was a fucked up dream.

Tw: mention of sexual assault, homophobia

I was myself, but only some people saw me as such, living back in Alabama. I was riding in a truck with some folx, only one of which I knew, This one guy kept grabbing my thighs in a sexual way, and I kept telling him to stop, so I got kicked out, and I was stranded in Prattville trying to get home to Montgomery.  I Finally wandered down to the walmart, (which looked like one of the ones in Montgomery, but context said it was in Prattville) and saw two people I knew from high school. For some reason, both of them saw me as a guy, and when I was telling the story of why I needed a ride, I inadvertently came out as bi, like it was no big deal. One of them, the one that was always cool to me, even though he would never say something like this, said,  “I wish I could be like that.” The other one started giving me a lecture on how wrong it is. (context: I went to a catholic school). So now that I just woke up, I’m all sorts of fucked up.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s