pov: you're very famous celebrity athlete shane hollander about to make your first social media statement about your secret homo relationship with your famous celebrity rival ilya rozanov (who you play against in one of the most anti-gay sports leagues in the world). this is a big fucking moment for you and everyone you know. you find yourself typing out and deleting your statement over and over again... typing, deleting, typing, deleting... knowing you won't be able to control how the world receives you once you hit send and you want to get it exactly right... finally, after thirty or forty minutes, countless drafts, and one "you are having panic attack, hollander" from the love of your life... you land on this statement ^










