May 6, 2025
The Jacksons
Yassified to hell and back
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The Jacksons
Yassified to hell and back
An excerpt from Normal:
Huge Content Warning: A character stereotypically implies that a gay character is a pedophile and the main character freaks the hell out.
Sara was at the table in the corner, looking over several shiny pamphlets that could only relate to her newest advocacy obsession.
I put a noncopyrightable strawberry-filled breakfast pastries into the toaster and was about to grab a plate when I realized that Sara was staring at me. But one of those stares, you know? The “grandma is dead” stare, the “your cat ran away” stare, the “we have to move again” stare. She’s gotten really good at it over the years.
“What?” I asked, my heart hitting my shoes. “What’s wrong?”
She gestured and I sat down next to her.
“I know that they talk about this in school,” she quietly said. “But I wanted to talk to you about it too.”
I stared at her for a moment before glancing down at the pamphlets.
NO MEANS NO
SILENCE IS NOT CONSENT
100 WAYS TO SAY NO; 1 WAY TO SAY YES
“Okay, what the fuck?” I asked. “I know what consent is, Sara.”
She chewed on her lip before saying, “Look, I know you’ve been spending a lot of time at Uncle Dean’s house and I just want to make sure you know---how to ever get yourself out of a situation.”
Look, it was 8:00 AM on a Sunday morning, I was fucking exhausted, and I’m a fucking idiot anyway but when it comes to functioning in the morning, it’s like I’m a three-year-old who only understands what flavors of juice taste good.
So I didn’t get it, I seriously didn’t, not until I asked, “What the hell does that mean?” and she gave me a really long look. Actually it was a few moments after that. It took me a really long time is what I’m getting at.
When it did hit me, I jumped back until the chair tipped over. I crashed down onto the linoleum, hard, my legs tangled up with the wooden legs of the chair as I tried to scooch back, putting as much distance between us as possible. I started to scream. Something like, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, you fucking, fuckity, fucking, fuck---”
I’m paraphrasing but you get the point.
“Jonah!”
She leapt up but froze when I screamed, “What the fuck is wrong with you? What the actual fuck is---what the fuck---?”
I pulled my legs out from the chair and pulled myself to my feet, stumbling over to the sink, where I vomited up a whole lot of fucking nothing because I didn’t have anything in my stomach, hence my need for being in the kitchen; I just wanted a goddamn toaster pastries and now I had to deal with---
“Dean’s not a pedophile, you fucking psycho!” I screamed, whirling around, nearly collapsing, leaning against the counter.
Note: In hindsight, I know that insulting someone at the expense of those with psychological disabilities was wrong. I was panicking. Sue me. (Don’t sue me.)
“Jonah, calm down!” Sara screamed back. “I just wanted to make sure---”
My phone was ringing so I had to shout even louder: “No, no, you don’t get to just make some bullshit advocacy speech! Why the actual hell would you---?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were safe! You’re my younger brother; I’m supposed to protect you.”
“No, screw that, screw you!” I turned and dry heaved again, tears springing up in my eyes. My phone continued to ring and I continued to ignore it, gripping the edge of the sink. “He’s not---he would never---that’s not even---it’s a fucking stereotype---you of all people should---”
“I---I know, Jonah!” I could tell she was crying but I didn’t care. “I’m sorry, I would have d-done this if you had been around anyone.”
Turning around is a horrible thing that people shouldn’t ever do but damn if I didn’t do it. “If Dean was a woman, you’d still want to have this conversation?” My phone rang yet again and I blindly flicked on the silent mode. “Fuck you! Dean would never---Cedric would never---I would never---”
I broke off, punching the edge of the counter, not caring how much it hurt. I stared at my shoes, trying not to vomit again.
Everything was silent for a moment before Sara asked, “You would never---?”
“Huh?”
“You---you said Dean and then Cedric and then---you---”
“Yeah, so---so fucking what?”
She stared at me and I stared at her and suddenly, her mouth went into a small ‘oh’ shape and the day went from horrible to disastrous.
“Jonah, are you gay?”
I really hate my life sometimes.
“Fuck off!”
With that, I grabbed the burning toaster pastries and stomped towards the back door, something I should have done at the beginning. Hey, give me a break. When you’ve never had a chance to stomp in your life, you forget it’s an option.
“Because it’s okay if you are!”
My hand was on the handle.
“You know I’d support you, no matter what!”
“You’d support me?” I spun around even though doing so is awful. “You accused our gay uncle of being a fucking pedophile!”
I threw one of the pastries at her, the other one squishing beneath my fist as I used my free hand to wrench open the door. I didn’t need to look. Sara’s gasp said it all. I slowly turned and looked down the steps of our back porch, where Dean was waiting.
“I tried calling you, like, five times,” he softly said. “You really, really, need to put in a ramp.”
“Yeah, we do,” I said.
Sara was sobbing now but I didn’t care. I hopped down the steps and asked, “Hey, do you want an iced coffee? Because I could really use one.”
Dean nodded. "Sounds great.”
Yes, iced coffee did sound great.
Iced coffee could fix all our problems.
Iced coffee could fix the world’s problems.
Iced coffee.
---
Yeah, I had no idea how to cut off this excerpt. There’s a lot more but it was getting too long. Expect a ‘bonus’ in the upcoming days.
Thoughts?
Doodles of the Jackson’s
Art dump
We got, Wendy and the new haunt Couture Clawdeen.
Then it’s Mikan and Panty and Stocking
And finally, Jonah and Henry being a cute couple because I rarely draw my couples together and that needs to change.
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