my housemate sves and i were talking about queer stories yesterday, and i ended up telling my first official queer crush story and how i definitely did not consider it a crush even though every time i saw this person my heart started beating very fast and i got awkward and couldn’t talk to her and i waited to see her every day at the library. because i refused to be queer.
actually, the last time i on the island i was heading to vancouver to catch my flight and saw this person on the ferry and she was still a babe and i wanted to be like “you’re one of the reasons i started to realize i was queer! holy shit!” but that would have been creepy. i mean, she used to wear these baggy cutoff cargo pans and i just swooned every time i saw her but i still don’t know what her name is.
