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This chapter is in Jack's perspective.
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You got used to being gay after a while, especially once it became public. It was as if you were told to wear a clown costume for an entire week (although, thankfully, being gay was much less embarrassing), feeling extremely awkward showing it to the world at first, only to eventually become used to it.
Except being gay didn't last a week. Like it or not, it became a part of you, as if the clown costume's zipper had gotten stuck, forcing you to wear it for the rest of your life despite your best efforts. I mean, you could probably chainsaw your way through (or any pair of scissors would be fine), but we're speaking metaphorically here, not practically.
I still couldn't tell if I liked it or not. The negatives were obvious – my parents would be devastated to find that I couldn't reproduce, I'd be judged upon first-impressions next to my boyfriend/husband/whatever-the-Hell-I-choose-next, and I would never be able to hold my wife's hand, watching anxiously as she gives birth to our child.
But, just as much as the negatives, the positives were obvious. Although there was only one positive (for the time being), that one positive managed to surpass the amount of weight each and every negative carried, and that one positive was Mark, the only reason I stuck my neck out for my own sexual agenda. He was the only real reason I lied to my parents about constantly working on school assignments, even though I'm positive they'd be happy for me becoming social for once rather than remaining as the kid who lay naked under his blanket whenever he wasn't forced to go to school.
But this dog – this adorable, friendly fuck of a dog – made the relationship even more meaningful, as if we had something to raise together. It was a bit of a stretch from the truth, but it couldn't be any closer to it. The egg babies no longer mattered (although I was still forced to carry it around and let my mother sing it to bed every night) in comparison to the mutt, they weren't worth the time.
Every minute of the evening was spent playing with and feeding it whatever shit we dug up, seeing as the treats from the Dollarama could only suffice for so long. We chased it around the apartment (and vice-versa), taught it how to properly piss on the newspapers rather than on top of the coffee stain already in the carpet, and made sure to feed it with plenty of nurturance and love, making it feel truly at home, just as Mark and I did to each other.
I let Mark take care of most of the work, since he was the dog's owner, and it was best for the cute thing to get used to who it would be referring to as its master. Eventually, however, the dog had grown to become just as tired and winded of play as Mark, finally deciding to rest on the sofa next to me. Mark, practically gasping for air, plopped himself down and arched his back against the foot of the sofa, nonverbally inviting me to rise from the cushion and sit beside him, letting my knees press against my chest as the sound of him panting barely took over the sound of the TV.
"That was...?"
"Exhausting," he replied, not bothering to finish the sentence in his usual fashion. "Possibly even more exhausting than... you know..."
I raised both eyebrows, mouth colliding against the floor we sat on. "No way."
"Yes way!"
"Nothing is more exhausting than sex," I said, determined to be right.
Mark's eyes widened as soon as the word fled free from my mouth.
"Jack!" he exclaimed. Then, after a quick observation over the entire living room, he whispered, "This place could be bugged."
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