Girls Love Girls And Boys | Hartbig

Chapter Sixteen

"Oh now I've pressed record I'm actually committing to doing this." Grace mutters, sitting down. Hannah sits on a stool behind the camera, an encouraging smile on her face. "How am I supposed to...you know...explain things, when I'm not even sure what 'label' I fit?"

"Fuck labels." Hannah says, still managing to make Grace chuckle, even right now. "So I'm assuming you like girls...just a tiny bit."

"Yeah just a tiny bit."

"Do you like guys?"

"I guess...I mean. They're okay yeah."

"How about nonbinary or genderqueer folks?"

"I'm not even going to comment on the fact you just used the word 'folks.'"

"Just answer the question!"

"Yeah gender doesn't matter much to me. It's what's on the inside the counts right?" Hannah nods, knowing what Grace means.

"I don't want to try and go labeling you, but it sounds like you could be pansexual. But if you don't want or need a label, don't have one! Just be you, Grace. That's the whole point of this thing." Hannah voices.

"Okay." Grace says quietly. "Okay." She says it again with more conviction. Pushing out a nervous breath she turns back to the camera. "I'm doing this guys it's happening!" Hannah giggles a little.

"Wave that pride flag high dude!" Hannah chimes in softly.

"Okay guys." Grace focuses her sole attention on the camera. She tries to will away the nervousness, reminding herself that these are her people. Her community. They've supported her through a shit ton already. If they can handle an entire channel move they can handle her being queer. "I'm assuming since you're all very in the know human beings you've seen the mess that tumblr has become lately because of a certain thing on snapchat. If you don't know, the basic run down is a video was accidentally posted of me and-" Grace stops briefly, her gaze flicking to Hannah before it falls back on the camera. "Uh me and a special someone, a specifically female someone. And everyone is freaking the fuck out.

"There's a lot of recent awareness around gender and sexuality spectrums and there's so many different ways to identify, which is amazing and inclusive, that it's got me to a point where I don't know what I am. I know I'm not heterosexual. Other than that, I'm just going with the flow. And that's okay. Labels aren't important unless you want one. If you like the feeling of a specific word to accumulate how you feel, that's awesome! And if you don't feel the need for that, like me, that's awesome too!

"We're all making our way through this shitstorm of confusion and fuckery and it shouldn't be made harder by having to feel guilty about ourselves for something that isn't inherently wrong or dirty. Love, no matter the kind, is beautiful. Love between anyone of any gender, male, female, genderqueer, whatever, is valid and pure and important.

"So this isn't me telling you I am one specific label. This is me telling you that I am trying to be the most honest, real version of myself. And that starts with telling you that I am queer. I want to be as there as I possibly can be for the LGBT community, because everyone deserves to feel their love and their self identification is real.

"If you have struggled with your sexuality or gender or you are struggling, I wish you the very best. You're all going to be okay, no matter what happens. Thank you for your undying support in everything I've layed out for you. I don't know." Grace sighs, leaning forward and shutting the camera off with a click.

"That was beautiful Grace." Hannah whispers. Grace strides over to the shorter blonde, wrapping her arms around the small girl.

"I'm shaking." Grace admits quietly.

"Yes you are." Hannah replies, feeling the slight tremor in her lover's body. "You did good."

"I hope so."

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