Okay something that honestly annoys the crap out of me are friends that think since you’re out, they can out you to people who you don’t know.
I’ve been out and proud for a little over 3 years now, and I don’t mind telling new people if they ask politely. I don’t mind talking about it with someone who genuinely wants to know and is curious. Please, ask me things. I have no problem with it.
What I have a problem with is walking into a room full of people I don’t know with a friend and the first thing out of her mouth is “hey guys this is Kendall and she’s my lesbian friend.”
Stop right there.
That is not your job. That is not your choice. It is not your prerogative to out me. It is not up to you to decide who knows.
I do not know these people. They’re brand new to me. I don’t know where they stand on topics like this. And honestly, that’s a little scary. I want to take my time and feel these people out before I tell them something like that. It’s my life, only I should get to decide who knows what about it.
This has happened to me on multiple occasions and almost every time afterwords someone has come up to me and said “I’m sorry she did that to you.” I know she didn’t mean any harm by it but it still makes me feel uncomfortable. And I’ve seen it happen to other people and my heart goes out to them.
So please please please please please, if you have a friend who is not cis/straight and you are introducing them to new people, do not start by outting them. Even if they’ve already fully come out, do not rob them of their comfort. Let them do it themselves. It honestly makes a world of difference.
In this story, you read me your favorite poems and we smash our bodies together when the heat is off but you still aren’t in love with me. In this story, you say that you are in love with me and the words are so empty, they float when I take them to the river. You told me once, there was a man who left his sadness in the river and I tried to do the same thing but it didn’t work for me. In this story, things don’t usually work for me. Most of the opportunities are missed ones and all of the love poems are gaudy and unfinished. I try to dry flowers and the cat eats them. I go down to the river again and can’t find my way home. There is a woman in our bed and I think she is supposed to be me, but she rarely ever feels like me. You and this woman touch your ankles together under the bedsheets and it passes for intimacy the way almost anything passes for water when the well’s run dry or you’ve misplaced the river. The river comes up a lot in this story because it is being told from the perspective of someone drowning. Everything is already underwater.
Can everyone who ends up watching TW use tags like #WatchingForSterek so that when (inevitably) ratings go up everyone knows it’s just for Sterek and that we always were and always will be the Kings and that they are nothing WITHOUT US?