CONTENT WARNING: Homophobic slurs
We've been on the train to the next destination for about 4 days when I finally got the courage to talk to the girl that would be my undoing. I walked up to her my hands sweating like crazy.
"Can I help you." she said with an attitude.
"I just wanted to say hey, you don't have to be rude." I replied.
She looked at me confused and surprised. I was the only one to not know and to stand up to her.
"You don't know who I am do you?" she snarked.
"Nope, why don't you fill me in." I snarked back.
She motioned with her head to the car ahead which was the ring master's car.
"My dad practically owns you".
I was stunned and all of a sudden felt more nauseous than usual. A knot had developed in my throat.
"Oh" I said softly.
"Yeah, so did you need anything?" She replied obviously not interested in conversing.
"My face between you legs" i replies under my breath.
Her face turned red.
"What are you, a fag? Some carpet muncher!" She practically yelled.
I could see her trying not to smile, under her anger.
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The Life of Toxic Licorice
General FictionToxic Licorice is a clown at a traveling circus. This is the story of her demise and uprising. The story of her life as a lesbian in a time where she would be killed for being out.
