The summer started great.
It hadn't been difficult to convince my family that I wouldn't come home over the holiday. Of course, the bigger the city the better the chances to get a good internship. And a small city in Texas is probably not the best place for an aspiring diplomat or journalist. A small city in Texas isn't the best place for an outed lesbian either (nobody cared that I was in fact not a lesbian). In other words: A small city in Texas was no place to call home. And a strictly catholic family is no one to stop the weird fledgling from leaving the nest.
The nights were hot, so Noel and I slept on the balcony: he on a mattress on the floor, I on the swinging seat. We would talk until late at night and sleep in, make two cups of coffee and eat breakfast at noon. Later, we would go into the city, to a museum or a café, read in a park or watch kids playing in a water fountain. We would walk in the streets, hand in hand, ice cream in the other. In the evenings, we would cook and eat in the swinging seat or go to the movies.
The following week, we both started our internships: He in a publishing company, I in a local newspaper.
Working in the newspaper made me feel so great. My boss was a married lesbian with a baby daughter. Her wife came by almost every day at noon and they went out to eat. I was allowed to write articles not only about politics but also about gender equality and LGBTQ-related themes. My colleagues were very generous, helping me whenever I got a question. My writing improved massively over the four weeks and in the end, I had four issues with my articles in them. I sent another four to my family in Texas even though I didn't know if they could appreciate it in the same way I did.
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Bizarre Love Triangle (lgbtq+)
Storie breviElia is 20 years old and has a smile like Julia Roberts. She comes from a Jewish family and wears a pair of butchy basketball shorts most of the time. Noel is the youngest of three children. His smile is shy and lovely. He is a booklover and paints...
