*sigh* I’m really gay part 15
So some backstory first:
My partner and I met about a year ago. Back then, they were an anger-filled punk who was aggressively queer and also anxious, working on themself but struggling. Think sh00t first ask questions later. I was a calm baby gay who was school focused, polite, and collected. Very much as questions first, don’t sh00t unless last resort.
A year later, I just finished reading The Jungle by Upton Sinclair. I text him that I’m worried everyone at the class discussion will twist the message or be completely against it, and how (since he’s not in the class) I’m gonna stand up for it. I say, and I quote “I guess what I mean is that you handed me a torch and damn I’m gonna burn some shit”
And he did.
My beloved partner took my hand, showed me where I was wrong, handed me a torch, and showed me how to burn down what hurt me.
