Everything At Once.

ART PRINTS BY LIZ CLIMO

What a Pal

Shoulda Said Pizza 

Sloth To-Do List 

Upstairs

Fish for Dinner

Balloon Animal Animals

Paper Rock Scissors

Smart Phone 

Leg Warmers 

in which josh’s first day on the job at the radio station conveniently happens to be the same day tyler is going to be there to perform and be interviewed by…u guessed it…a nervous/anxious/slightly awkward dj spooky jim!! and tyler finds everything about him incredibly endearing obv and when everything’s over he gets up the nerve to be like ‘hey i don’t have anywhere else to be for a few hours so do u wanna maybe like…hang out or whatever??’ and inside jish is like fRick be cool josh b cool and he says 'um yeah’ and they both just stand there awkwardly not saying anything for a minute and tyler goes 'SO we can go grab something to eat if you want? do u like taco bell??’ and josh just ’…..,,..,,!!’

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They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.

And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.

I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.

And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.

It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.

When I was 13 I made a MySpace and put that I was bisexual on it (back before I realized I was a lesbian). My parents found it and asked me what the hell I was doing. I told them my friends knew my password and changed shit to mess with me. I was humiliated, and I never used MySpace again.

When I was 15 I was active in the LGBT section of Yahoo! Answers because I needed a safe space for myself, needed a place where I could get answers and offer my own advice to other LGBT teens. My parents stalked my Y!A account from their own computers. They found my account and read everything I’d ever said on it. I had a meltdown and abandoned it, going so far as to delete my entire email account with Yahoo!.

When I was 16 I was coerced into coming out once and for all as gay, because I made the mistake of having a suicidal breakdown at school. The school called my parents, my mom threw the laptop she let me use across the kitchen and shattered it. That’s when they found out I’d been cutting myself. I was in huge trouble and they breathed down my neck for months after that.

Every time I made a new female friend my mom would ask me if she was my girlfriend. Every. Time. I am twenty years old and about four months ago I briefly brought one of my coworkers by the house because she needed to pee. When I got home that night my mom asked me if I was dating her.

I lied about being in a relationship with my girlfriend for almost two whole years because I was so afraid of my parents being awful about it. They knew for months before I told them. They told me they were furious with me and couldn’t trust me. But never thought about why I didn’t trust them.

If I mention my girlfriend in front of my extended family, my parents give me a death glare. At my cousin’s wedding brunch my brother was talking about how he had a dream where he couldn’t find his girlfriend and he woke up completely wrapped around her. I commented that one time I woke up with my girlfriend lying completely on top of me. My mom gave me the nastiest look, and later in the car told me to keep my mouth shut about stuff like that around my grandparents. My parents tell me nobody in my family believes I’m a lesbian. That even *I* don’t think I’m gay. That I’ll find a nice boy and get over it.

The worst part? My oldest brother is gay. And both of my parents completely accept it. Take no issue. Are excited to meet his boyfriends. But god fucking forbid I be happy. God forbid I get to be true to myself.