You know, in retrospect, having gay marriage as a debate topic when I was the only openly gay kid in class was SUPER WEIRD. Imagine if you walked into AP Gov and your teacher pointed at you like, “I don’t think Brian should have health insurance because he sucks. Discuss?”
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“My dad comes from a place called Morocco that even my friends don’t know about. It takes a whole day to get there. It’s a little country with a little amount of people and little buildings made of sand. At night there are a lot of bugs. The people are nice but you can’t understand what they’re saying. And they’ll give you food that you don’t know about. But if you go into a store that’s owned by one of your dad’s friends, sometimes you’ll get extra candy.”
I was a professional juggler for like five years and all of my friends politely pretend it never happened.
Sometimes I will be holding three or more similarly sized objects and they will all shoot me the kind of warning glances typically reserved for cats who are about to swipe a fresh and crispy fish stick from a small child’s hand.
I gaze wistfully at a basket of apples and they all think, “Don’t you FUCKING dare,” so hard that I take psychic damage.
