“If you’d have told 19 year-old me, who started writing the show when I was living in ‘La Casa’ across the street, that I’d be back to see a faculty production of my show, I would not have believed you.”
just, listen to me. I figured out I was bi when I caught myself staring at my oldest friend’s cleavage. Like, I was 17. Sometimes you don’t figure out you’re bi, because, you know, heteronormativity and all that, you tell yourself, I like the opposite gender and this fascination for my own gender are friendships/admiration/whatever.
So bi Tater who never even thought he was bi until that Haus party where he met Jack’s old team, and, well, he knew how to appreciate beauty in all its forms but, no one was pretty like Ransom. NO ONE. Tater just couldn’t stop staring.
At one point in the evening, he grabs Jack by the arm, eyes lost.
‘Zimmbonni. You made coming out to us last month, yes?’
‘Now is my turn. This is me coming out. To you.’
‘Oh? Oh! It’s great, Tater, thank you for-’
‘I have known for last five minutes.’
‘Yes. Your friend Ransom too pretty. I not straight anymore.’