Plan Fix Them

Part 1

Hi. My name is Emyra and I am a 13 year old asexual girl.

Yeah. Not the typical introduction. Well news flash, I'm not your typical kind of girl. I'm a black girl with long black hair usually in micro-braids wrapped around the top of my head in two buns. I have dark brown eyes, so dark some call them black. I'm fine with that, as long as you don't call me a werewolf. Also, my name is pronounced em-eye-ra, not em-why-ra. My best friend is Spencer-Lee, another black dude who has an Afro that's usually dyed a funky color. Right now it's blue with green tips. His eyes are the same as mine, yet he doesn't get werewolf comments. Whatever, it's not like I care.

So here's the issue Spence and I have. He's gay and I'm asexual, but both of our parents are HUGE homophobes. Our mission is to dehomophobe them, come out, and we all live happily ever after, right?

Wrong.

It's going to be a lot harder than we originally thought. Spencer and I are about to sit down at dinner with them and plan step number one, Talk About LBGTQ+ Things And Try To Not Get Them Fired Up. You'd better wish us luck, cause I have a feeling that this ain't gonna be pretty.

"So, Mom, Dad, how has your day been?" I ask nonchalantly, dishing some salad onto my plate.

"Pretty good, we got a new lumber order in for the Miller's house," My dad says, glancing at my mom who nods.

My mom and dad both build houses for a living, so I know a lot on how to properly swing a hammer and shit like that.

"Any more LBGTQ customers come in?" I ask, taking a big bite of salad.

My dad glares at his fork.

"No, wouldn't've served 'em even if they did. God didn't make people to be like that," He says, spitting on the ground.
Spencer's and my mom nod, and his dad takes a breath to speak.

"You're right there, Clark. God made us to like women if we're a man and men if we're a woman." He says looking at all of us.

I see Spencer shrink in his seat and feel bad for him, so I try again.

"What if we want to change our gender, have no gender at all, or if we don't feel any romantic attraction to anyone?" I ask him.

"Why would you change yourself to another gender, God didn't make you that way," He begins. "And everyone feels romantic attraction eventually, you only think you're asexual when you're young."

My dad clears his throat.

"Why all this speak on these desperate for attention assholes, Emyra?" He asks me.

"They're not assholes! They're just saying how they feel. You're the asshole for not letting them be who they are!" I want to say. I don't.

"No reason, just curious," I say, grabbing a breadstick.

They go back to their normal conversation of the economy and whatnot, and Spencer and I share a look.

Step one? Fail.