“You’d think these mother fuckers never seen porn or something. I never understood that. They’d rather watch and potentially fuck up a man’s good time. Like fuck.” Holly gave me a look like she knew exactly what I was saying and where I was coming from. Holly, she had been in my hip pocket all day. Crazy part is I didn’t mind. It didn’t even feel like we had just met today. The way her legs were shaking it was like I knew her body. Her vibe was on point too. But shit clearly, we weren’t the only ones that hit it off. My bro was getting topped off in the breeze way and it was only orientation. Perhaps the stars were all aligned just right. “Holly, you wanna lose the group?”
“You read my mind, didn’t you?” Her voice was sweeter than the smoothest melody I had ever heard.
“If you say so. Where you want to go?”
“Anywhere but here with them.” Holly smiled at me bashfully.
“It’s whatever.” I thought for a second. “How bout I walk you back to your dorm to get ready for later?”
“Ok, I mean we are way across the campus, that’ll give us a little time to talk and really get acquainted.” She looked giving me the side eye.
“So, what made you choose Southern?” She asked me.
“Man if I tell you, you’d probably deem me a fool.”
“You think so?”
“We have time, so I guess I should start from the beginning.”
“Boy, I’m listening. Go ahead.”
Shit I met Darryl in the first, no second grade. We actually had a fight over some damn Pokémon cards. I’ll never forget it was a holographic one too. The teacher separated us and ended up calling our parents out to the school. I knew my ass was about to be handed to me to. 9 times out of 10 it was going to be right in front of the class too. Shitting bricks for 2 hours was the absolute worst. After being tortured for 2 hours, the classroom door opened. I didn’t even look up, just heard the class go “Ooooooohhhhhhhh”. I knew this was going to be bad. My mom pierced my soul with her eyes as she approached Mrs. Fletcher. Soon as she motioned for me to come up to the desk the door swung open again. Darryl’s ole girl approached the teacher’s desk as well with an obvious scowl. It brought me a little touch of vengeance knowing he was in the same boat as me. Her face changed as she reached the desk. “Beverly?” She said, directing her attention to my mom. “Sandra?” My mom shot back. They hugged so tight and the mood instantly changed. We had just moved back to Miami from Orlando. Come to find out Ms. Sandra was my mom’s best friend back in high school. They got so caught up in their thing we had gotten lost in the shuffle. From then things for Darryl and I were completely different. The next evening mom and I had dinner over at their house. I was sure not to bring any toys, furthermore no cards. I was reluctant to play with him, still had a little heat on my chest for him. But shit at that age nothing lasted long. The more our moms hung, so too did we. Wasn’t long before we became play cousins. We began to play on all our little league teams together, where we both outshined our competition. Just I was on offense mostly and he was on defense. Shit, by the time we were freshmen in high school our moms couldn’t tell who stayed where. He was my brother and nothing or no one would change that. Also, by this time we’d created one hell a buzz from our performance. Darryl also had the help of his pedigree. His dad was the late legendary Benny Green. Darryl having his stature and seemingly his talent Darryl was on the radar of D1 schools already. All he had to do is put up decent numbers, which were all but given. Me, I didn’t have the pedigree but my skill set was unique in its own right. Freshman year I played JV while D. played Varsity. Two games in I was moved up though. I didn’t see much playing time (PT) but I did get to learn the schemes and playbooks. Darryl was starting mid-way thru the season, while I was in the weight room and playbooks. I hated not seeing the field, but I understood the process. Already talented, I grew stronger and bigger. By the time playoffs were in the mention I had moved up the depth chart. I had put on 15lbs of muscle, I had a firm understanding of the playbook. All I needed was an opportunity to showcase my ability at this level.
When Marcus, the starting running back went down Mason couldn’t keep pace. We had our seat locked for the playoffs but we wouldn’t last long if something didn’t change. On a whim, I was shoveled into the last game of the regular season. This was no pushover opponent either. Hell, in Miami only a handful of schools could be deemed a push over. Despite the butterflies, I went in on a mission. I ripped that shit. I had 172 yards and 2 touchdowns in my first game action. It was clear that the dynamic duo would still reign for the next few years. Darryl and I would lead our school to two state titles and ourselves, we had the pick of schools really. We concocted a plan to stay together no matter what happened. He was my brother.
In school, he got more of the spotlight given his background. Even more for the fact that he really didn’t mess with the school girls. That left the girl’s imaginations to run wild. He was mister perfect, mister untouchable. In a way that only helped my stock with the ladies. They would try to befriend me to get to him. But they ended up in my bed in the process. Darryl had a sweet deal. I would have done the same thing in his position. So that was high school, for the most part. That is until shit went left as fuck. We’d early enrolled at UF in their spring semester, this was so we could get into the college way of things and as well have an immediate impact on the field. Shit was going as planned and was looking promising. Then there was graduation. That’s when my bro became the talk of the sports world. I knew of his arrangement and with Ms. Jones and how Ms. Tarver was sweating him too. But, the brawl that ensued at graduation was just the fuel the tabloids needed to tarnish Darryl’s reputation. Within a week he was no longer welcomed at the University of Florida. Not only that, all the coaches and schools across the nation who’d professed their love for him and their want to have him join their institution had all but disappeared into a cloud of dark smoke. When the world turned their back on him, I kept my promise and we went where we were still a valued commodity.
“So you gave up a D1 ride to come to the SWAC (Southwestern Athletic Conference)” Holly was stunned as her building came into view.
“Yeah, I did.” I knew she was scratching her head. “See the thing is I believe in our talent, I know it will get us a seat at the table at the next level. We just have to show the world.”
“Hmph, I don’t know if you made the right decision, but I respect you for sticking by your brother.” She gave me a discerning smile as she wrestled with what I had just divulged. “What a gentleman walking me to the door.”
“Yeah?” I said just as it swung open and a woman began screaming at me! The rules here were so different from UF. There, it was nothing to really impede fraternization between sexes, other than we couldn’t share a room. I was a pro at diffusing situations, especially with the ladies! Once I had her calm I took my leave. Holly was trying hard to be a bad girl…. I really hoped she take my advice and stop trying to be like her girl. Something must have happened to make her take such a drastic turn because it was obvious this was a new game for her. But could I convince her that being with me was better than being a thot? I grabbed my phone as I was passing through the courtyard.
Me: Hey Thanks for kicking it with me, I enjoyed you.
Holly: Oh really Mr. Big Shot.
Me: Damn why I gotta be all that?
Holly: Cuz… I said so
Me: Damn Homie
Holly: No damn, Naw I enjoyed making me cum too…
Holly: I mean I enjoyed my time too
Me: Ha, you nasty
Holly: You talking?
Me: Man whateva, It’s 4:30 now, pick you up around 8?
Holly: Uh huh, make it 7:45…. I got something for you
I got a tumblr because I thought I was bi, and a close friend had told me there were lots of resources here. Then I discovered pan and picked that up, but I felt sort of fake because whatever my attraction was, it didn’t feel like “straight, but with all genders.” I discovered ace and was scared to use it, but the ace community assured me that ace is not a broken identity, that trauma-influenced asexuality was just as valid, that I could be an ace teenager and stay ace or grow out of it and it would be fine, that my capacity for human connection was not influenced by my orientation.
It’s easy to think you’re bi (or pan) when you’re ace, because no attraction is easily confused for all attraction when you don’t have any other resources.
Aphobia is ingrained in our society and exists outside of tumblr–encountering asexuality for the first time, I thought it was a bad identity.
The community gave me the pivotal support I needed to accept my queerness.
10 more Touhou canon things that you may or may not know
Since the original post recently got a burst of reblogs, I thought I’d make another one. Here goes!
10. Remilia and Clownpiece both speaks English.
9. Most of Gensokyo’s youkai rabbits were originally pets that were abandoned.
8. Kappa eat (as in legend) shirikodama, which are balls extracted from the anus containing one’s soul. The gensokyo kappa have made machines to extract them and Nitori even uses them as danmaku. Aya and Hatate both says they smell really bad.
7. Marisa takes pride in being the second best youkai exterminator
6. Flandre isn’t very good at holding a conversation
5. Shiki Eiki was originally a ksitigarbha statue, before recieving enough faith to be promoted to Yamahood.
Suwako laughs like a frog.
3. Sumireko occasionally hangs out with Mamizou in the outside world.
2. For youkai, the Orion constellation is just Suika.
1. Kasen once killed a baby/would-be dragon and fed it’s liver to her older dragon.