How To Get Away With Being Gay – an excerpt from something I haven’t written yet. • - I was sitting next to the wall, my desk pinned to the side of the room, scribbling down sketches of peptide bonds, the lights dimmed. She just called me. Why did she call me? She knows I’m in class. Ignore. She’s calling me again? 11 more times she calls. With each pulse of the phone, vibrating in my hand, I get more and more nauseated. I begin to panic. No. She doesn’t know. Maybe Mamaw passed away. Maybe she’s overreacting about something. I walk out of class, head down, slinking down the steps of the front of the building. There she is twenty-five feet in front of me, barefoot, something damp scattered across her lavender tee, hair uselessly held together by an incapable scrunchy. I said “Hey,” she said, “walk with me, and don’t talk until I ask you to.” • #properstory (at Nashville, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnuQLBgBMCG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1djeuv3g9cbcb
