These days I feel I fit the literary/social stereotype of the teenage gay boy. The kind of kid who's the subject of some 'young adult' novel, titled 'Not Like Other Boys' or some such nonsense. I'm intelligent, over-dramatic, struggling with inner demons and fond of Judy Garland. Oy. And, to boot, drooling over a gorgeous hunk of man in my drama class. He's muscular and cute and well-formed and...drool.
I feel like a queen. Or, more accurately, a Tennessee Williams character.
Oh well. Someday it will make more sense. Or at least I might have a boyfriend. Sigh.