1 ) I’m descended from Scottish and French royalty and noblemen. My distant relatives still have castles in Scotland. I’m also related to both Katharine Hepburn and Vlad the Impaler. My granddad is very involved in genealogy. 2 ) I have the world’s cutest niece, who is actually just such an angel. And she can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star now and I am such a proud auntie. Like, I’m more of a bragger than my sister, who is her actual mother. No regrets. 3 ) My mom can’t remember anything’s name worth a damn. She called Spongebob “Squarebob Spongepants” for two years. She always confuses “The Good Place” with “Good Life” and today she asked me about “Lincoln, you know, that play everyone’s talking about.” 4 ) My whole family is on a regular text chain and my mom and my aunt don’t seem to realize they can also have their own private chat without setting off all our phones with their constant double-texting about nothing, so I have to keep my phone on silent all the time. 5 ) My whole family basically speaks in our own personal memes by now. If someone were to walk in the middle of a conversation, they’d probably just stare at us like, “What the fuck does that even mean?” 6 ) My dad started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with me when I was seven because I wanted to watch so badly and begged my mom so much that she finally relented but was certain it would give me nightmares. Ever since then, my dad and I have had at least one show we watch every week together and gush over. He even got into Pretty Little Liars with me for awhile. 7 ) I was scared to come out to my parents because I heard so many horror stories, and because I remembered things they’d said that were homophobic when I was younger. But when I did, my mom was so supportive, and she said she’d suspected for a long time. My dad pulled me aside a few days later and told me he’d love me no matter what, and that as long as I found a nice girl who treated me right, he’d be happy. I’m one of the lucky ones and I wish everyone had parents like mine. 8 ) My dad hates writing. My mom hates stats. I’m a writer whose best subject is stats. 9 ) My mom almost died when I was just over two years old of an
undiagnosed blood clot. She was in the hospital for almost half a year. I
didn’t understand for a long time what that meant because I was so
little. All I knew was that I got to skip around all the floors of the
hospital and show off to doctors that I could spell A-P-P-L-E! But now
I’m thankful for every single day we have together, especially since
getting sick, myself. It so easily could have gone the other way, and I
can’t imagine my life without my mom. She’s my rock.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
1 ) I crack a lot of jokes, sometimes inappropriately so. Love of making people laugh? Love of life? Defensive coping mechanism? All of the above? Perhaps. 2 ) I have two main states: gay and tired. 3 ) I’m very, very passionate. If I care about something, I’m not likely to stay quiet about it.
Grey: 2 facts about my favorite things.
1 ) My obsessions seem to come in waves, but almost always circle back. I rarely ever truly leave a fandom. Except Glee. 2 ) Much like Kate McKinnon, I also believe my cat to be Russian. And also a dictator.
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.
1 ) She doesn’t just make me blush or feel special, she makes me feel safe. I’m very selective who I let in my bubble, and I often cringe at physical contact, but with her, I feel okay. I feel good. And that makes me like her even more.