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TW:

- Religious trauma

- Mentions of conversion camps

- Internalized homophobia

- A few uncomfortable terms for the gays (though I don't like using them a lot, so I kept it to a minimum)

- Risk of falling in love with the beautiful bisexual Jeanie Lucas


Hello everyone,

Maybe some of you remember me from Jessie & Elizabeth, the first queer story I ever started writing. I feel awful for abandoning that book, but I started it during a time when I'd freshly discovered the truth about my sexuality, and when I read it now, I see a lot of my straight expectations woven into it, not to mention I don't think it's written exceptionally well. I know many of you love it, though, and I have been thinking about maybe doing a total rewrite one day.

Now, back to the story at hand. Late to the Party is a Young Sheldon fanfic focusing on Sheldon's mother, Mary. However, it's totally readable as a stand-alone if you're unfamiliar with the show. I'm going to be honest with you all: I mainly started writing this because I had a massive crush on Mary that made me giggle and kick my feet when watching reruns. I blame Zoe Perry for being so unbelievably pretty.

So, yes, in this story, Mary is a repressed lesbian. If you know anything about Mary Cooper, she is extremely religious (Christian Baptist). I want to warn you all that this means that, unlike Jessie & Elizabeth, this won't be a story of total queer joy (though obviously there will be some of that too). There will be angst, religious trauma, and a lot of tears. But ultimately, this is shelved as a Romance for a reason...

Please don't read if you're offended by any of this.

I don't own any of the Young Sheldon characters. Jeanie Lucas, however, is entirely mine.

And, the good news is, the story is now complete! I'd been posting this on AO3 for the past two years, but now that I was nearly done, I thought maybe some Wattpad people would be interested as well.

As a side note, I'm not American, not religious, and I wasn't even alive in the year this story takes place. I've done my best to write as authentically as possible, but I'm probably missing the mark sometimes. I recently realized that you Americans usually don't have your mailboxes integrated into your front doors, for instance.

Much love to you,

Erin

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