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Coming back to the apartment after his night of revelations ended up being more difficult than he anticipated.
It turned out acknowledging how he felt about Connor had flipped some sort of switch in his brain. It felt like his entire body was being lit aflame every time Connor so much as smiled at him, or heck, just existed in the same room as him. His stomach got so skilled at flipping around in his abdomen that he thought it ought to try out as an Olympic gymnast.
But unlike the rolling in his gut that came from his jealousy over Connor’s one-night stands, these little flips came with a rush of adrenaline and a warmth flooding through his veins. He’d get a fluttering in his gut whenever Connor would make a stupid joke, or say his name, or make him coffee in the morning—which was every morning.
It really was quite inconvenient at times. He couldn’t ever pay attention to anything Connor was saying because he was too busy mapping the way his lips moved, or counting the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.
Awareness was a funny thing.
Even before he acknowledged his feelings for what they were, he’d always sort of noticed these little details about Connor. He just never had the chance to discover them in this context.
The crazy thing was that he was pretty sure that he’d always felt this way. At least, there was no specific moment in his life when he could remember his feelings for Connor changing from platonic to romantic. And maybe that was why he never really noticed.
As per Arnold’s suggestion, he did think about it. It was kind of hard not to. Especially when Connor was right there.
Whenever Kevin was sitting on the couch watching him move about their little kitchen, he wondered what it might be like to hold Connor’s hand, or to come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist as he washed dishes or cut vegetables up for dinner. Kevin imagined pressing a kiss to the back of his neck where a spattering of freckles crept up his hairline, then contemplated how long it would take to press his lips against every single freckle that painted his skin.
It was also hard to ignore when his dreams started consisting mainly of Connor kissing him or touching him or holding him. Some of the dreams were less than innocent, which was new. Kevin had never really had those dreams before, at least none that he could remember. And now he’d begun to find himself waking up with a particular problem that he had to deal with.
It was frankly embarrassing. He felt like a teenager again. Except back then it was directionless, and he wasn’t really allowed to do anything about it. But now, it had a direction. A direction that was living ten feet away from him.
Looking back, he always kind of assumed that he and Connor were eternal. Even if he had this vague notion of the perfect white picket fence Mormon family, he never let himself actually picture a scenario where they found partners and started separate families because it was always just them.
In hindsight, that sounded really gay.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about labeling himself that way. He could accept that his feelings for Connor ran deeper than friendship—that aspect just made sense in a way that made it a little easier to come to terms with. But putting a label on it meant changing his and other people’s perceptions of him.
The perfectly crafted image he’d made for himself had shattered the moment he let go of the rules and went against the Church, but at least he was able to save a few of the shattered pieces and glue them back together until he looked whole again. If the shape of one of those pieces changed even slightly, it had a high probability of falling apart again.
The next few days were filled with way too much introspection for Kevin’s taste. He went back and forth with himself on what to say to Connor, running around in circles trying to work up the courage to even talk to him beyond surface-level conversations. But every time he tried to get the words out, he felt like he would choke on them.
By the end of the week, he finally worked up enough courage to try again.
Connor was set up in their living room, doing some downright scandalous looking stretches on his yoga mat. It certainly wasn’t healthy for Kevin’s heart, but at least Connor would be distracted enough so that Kevin could get words out of his mouth without Connor’s blue eyes causing his trachea to collapse.
“Hey, Connor, can we—” talk. “Watch a movie later?”
Ugh.
Connor looked up at Kevin from the floor. “Of course. I thought that was the plan.”
“Yeah,” Kevin said quickly. “Yeah. I just wanted to make sure. You pick tonight.”
It was technically Kevin’s turn to pick but he didn’t particularly care.
“Okay,” he replied uncertainly.
Kevin turned on his heel and retreated back to his room before Connor could ask him anything else.
He spent the rest of his afternoon alternating between pacing a hole into the floor of his room and laying on his bed mindlessly scrolling through social media to distract himself from the nausea rolling in his stomach.
Kevin Price was not homophobic.
He knew that as a fact now. He was so far from homophobic that it was downright laughable.
He also knew that he had to apologize for his behavior over the past few months. Unfortunately, that was a lot easier said than done. He was never very good at admitting when he’d been wrong. And this time, admitting that he was wrong would inevitably lead to a different conversation because Connor would need to understand why he was wrong.
That was what terrified him the most.
Explaining his behavior would mean explaining that he was jealous, which meant he’d have to explain why he was jealous, which meant he’d have to admit to having extremely gay feelings towards Connor to Connor’s face. Which was a lot different than just thinking about them.
Admittedly, he wasn’t that scared about telling Connor about his gay thoughts. Obviously he would accept Kevin. That wasn’t the issue.
The issue was that if he carved his heart out of his chest and laid it bare between them, there would be no coming back from it.
Even if Arnold claimed that Connor liked him as well, there was no guarantee. Arnold had always been a romantic at heart and loved to imagine things that weren’t there. It felt equally likely that Connor didn’t like him like that, especially if Connor had never brought it up in their ten years of friendship.
Telling Connor about his feelings had the potential to ruin everything, and he really didn’t want to lose what they had. Even if Connor were a good sport about it, their friendship just wouldn’t be the same.
…On the other hand, if he didn’t say something and one of those guys ended up becoming Connor’s boyfriend, Kevin would never forgive himself for not trying. He would also probably have to move out, because he would not be able to deal with seeing Connor date someone else while he was right there.
He just had to figure out what exactly to say that had the least chance of ruining their friendship while also letting Connor know Hey, I was being an asshole because every time I saw you with those other guys I wished they were me and you know if perhaps you felt the same way I wouldn’t mind taking their place.
Kevin Price didn’t get nervous.
…That was a lie.
Maybe Elder Price didn’t get nervous, but Kevin Price certainly did.
He considered for a moment whether he should just slip into his old mask so he could make it through this evening without throwing up, but ultimately decided to leave that mask in the garbage where it belonged.
In a futile attempt to wash away the ants crawling under his skin, Kevin stepped into the shower and turned the knob the hottest it could go. It helped only marginally, but at least it felt a little bit easier to breathe afterward.
He then spent way too long deciding which pajama bottoms and t-shirt to wear—which was absolutely ridiculous because it didn’t even matter. But for some reason, his brain had convinced itself that if he even wore the wrong socks, then the outcome of the conversation would be a disaster.
One pair of plaid blue pajama pants, a worn heather gray t-shirt, and a knitted black pair of socks later and he found himself pattering into the living room.
Connor was already there, sunk into the couch with his earphones in and his laptop balanced across his thighs, the screen casting a faint glow over his face. He was probably still working on the dance reel he was putting together earlier that morning.
The living room was dim, lit only by a single lamp in the corner, its warm light softening the edges of his profile. Kevin allowed himself a brief moment to take it all in before Connor noticed him.
Their eyes met, and Kevin’s chest tightened just a little.
By the time Kevin shuffled over, Connor had already queued something up on the TV. The cushions dipped as Kevin sat beside him.
When he pressed play, the room filled with the low hum of the TV, the blue glow of the old Disney logo washing over the walls and reflecting faintly in Connor’s eyes. Kevin glanced at him, curious, but Connor’s gaze stayed fixed on the screen, steady and unreadable.
As the opening notes of Treasure Planet drifted through the room Kevin felt something in him loosen. A small smile tugged at his mouth before he could stop it.
He knew Connor liked this movie too—he specifically recalled Connor telling him years ago about the crush he used to harbor for the main character, Jim—but he also knew it probably wasn’t Connor’s first choice. Connor didn’t avoid Disney, exactly, but he didn’t usually pick it—they got enough Disney on the nights where it was Kevin’s turn to pick.
Which meant this was intentional.
The thought settled warm and heavy in Kevin’s chest. It was comforting, if not a little unnerving, how easily Connor seemed to read him. How he’d known this was what Kevin needed tonight.
Swallowing, Kevin shifted closer to bridge the last remaining inches between them. He felt Connor tense momentarily before melting into it, bringing an arm over the back of the couch in a silent invitation.
He took the invitation with ease, leaning his head against Connor’s shoulder. God, how he missed the feeling of having Connor’s body pressed against his like this.
The sensation was familiar but with the added context, his heart was keen on playing hopscotch in his chest. Yet despite the fluttering he felt, there was also an overwhelming sense of calm spreading all through his limbs—which felt a bit like an oxymoron.
He let the nostalgic sounds of the movie wash over them and distract him from the inevitable. Kevin sort of envied Jim for his confidence and bravery. It was easy to feign courage when everyone around him had such high expectations for him. But this was Connor, and somehow that was scarier.
The first half of the movie seemed to fly by in a haze of light and color, but when they got to the second half, Kevin could feel himself get increasingly jittery.
As many times as he’d played the conversation in his head, he still couldn’t figure out what to say. Everything felt too much like broken ribs torn away to reveal his tattered insides. It was a humiliating thing to have to admit to your best friend.
By the time the credits started scrolling, all he could hear was his own heartbeat pounding through his ears.
Carefully, he sat up and turned to face Connor, folding one leg up between them. Connor grabbed the remote and turned down the volume, like he could sense that Kevin was about to say something important.
“I owe you an explanation,” he blurted out before he could talk himself in circles about it. “And an apology.”
“Kevin—”
“No,” he stopped him. “No, I need to say this now or I’m never going to be able to.”
He paused to take a deep breath, willing the familiar nausea in his stomach to subside.
“I’m really sorry for my behavior,” he started cautiously. “It was immature and stupid and I never should have made you feel like you couldn’t do that in your own home. I—”
His eyes darted to Connor’s, trying to assess the damage so far but Connor’s expression was carefully neutral. He just stayed quiet, waiting for Kevin to continue.
“I think I reacted that way because I was… jealous.”
Connor frowned. “You were jealous,” he echoed, like he didn’t quite believe Kevin. He laughed, a little bitterly. “Why would you be jealous? If you wanted to get laid, you had plenty of contenders. Just call up any of the girls who flirted with you at the bar.”
Oh god, he wasn’t getting it.
“No, that’s not— I wasn’t jealous about you having… sexual relations,” he explained. Here goes nothing. “I was jealous that they weren’t me.”
Connor fell deathly silent next to him.
He hadn’t realized just how lame those words sounded until they were out of his mouth. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to run to his room and throw himself out his window. But he stayed firmly planted, fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of his pants, bracing himself for Connor’s reaction.
“You were jealous,” Connor repeated slowly, chewing each of the words thoughtfully. “...that they weren’t you.”
“Yes,” he confirmed with more confidence than he currently felt. The words were already out in the open, there was no use in taking them back.
Connor murmured something unintelligible under his breath before inhaling slowly, meeting Kevin’s eyes. “Are you… I thought you were straight.”
Kevin looked away, rubbing his fingers along the seam of his pant leg. “I thought I was too.”
The words hung in between them like fabric on a clothesline. It was the first time he had admitted it out loud—that he wasn’t straight. It felt weirdly amazing, like a weight had been lifted off his chest.
“How long have you known?”
“About a week,” he shrugged. “But if I’m honest, I think I’ve liked you longer than that.”
Connor gaped, his mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure what to say. “You like me,” he said uncertainly.
“Obviously,” Kevin laughed awkwardly. “What part of ‘I’m jealous that you’re sleeping with guys who aren’t me’ did you not get?”
“I just–” Connor flushed, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure,” Kevin replied, though he was starting to get nervous again. He sort of forgot that there was a probable chance that his feelings weren’t reciprocated. He just got so caught up in the high of finally admitting it, and he realized that Connor hadn’t actually said anything about liking him back. “I understand if you don’t um… feel the same way. I know I probably made it awkward now since, you know, we live together. I just needed you to understand why I was being such an ass,” Kevin rubbed at the back of his neck. “If we could just—”
“Kevin,” Connor interrupted a little unsteadily. “What are you talking about? I’ve literally been in love with you since we were thirteen.”
Kevin’s breath hitched in his throat. “What?”
Connor’s face dropped, his brow furrowing. “You didn’t know? I thought… I thought you did. I thought you knew but you just never said anything because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings. I mean I haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”
Oh.
“I didn’t know.”
Connor had loved him—had been in love with him since they were thirteen. All this time… that was a lot to take in. He supposed maybe it made sense, given everything about the two of them. He apparently wasn’t feeling very platonic feelings toward him for a long time either. But then… What about Steve Blade? And what about all of the men Connor had slept with? Why would he do that if Kevin were right there?
“What about all the guys you were seeing?”
Connor cringed, darting his eyes away as he shifted on the couch.
“That was…” he started, voice shaking just slightly. He looked embarrassed and just a bit worn out, a type of deep-seated exhaustion that could only be a consequence of years of build-up. Kevin suddenly wanted to take his hand, but he didn’t know how. “Listen, Kevin. Living with you has been wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I love seeing you every day and getting to sleep and wake up in the same place as you, but it’s been… really hard. Harder than I could’ve imagined. To love you and have to confront the inevitability of my feelings not being returned every day of my life… It was frankly really draining. I never thought–” Connor swallowed, “and so I figured it was about time I tried to get over you and the best way I thought I could do that was by seeing other guys.
“It helped for a little bit. But I could kind of tell that what I was doing upset you. I couldn’t really figure out why, but Naba told me that maybe you were jealous. At first I thought she just meant jealous because I was spending time with someone who wasn’t you, especially on your birthday—which was completely fair by the way. I was being an ass but I just couldn’t stand watching those girls hang all over you. Still, I’m sorry about that—but then, uhm… after I stormed out after our fight, James said that maybe you were jealous because you liked me. I told him that was ridiculous because you were straight and had never shown an interest in men or me in that way before. After that, James told me I should test you and try to make you jealous…
“But that was only the last time! I promise,” he amended quickly, noticing the shocked look on Kevin’s face. “I actually kind of stopped sleeping with anyone after that argument.”
And that… that was all way too much to process.
“I’m going to kill James,” he said eventually. “And maybe Nabulungi.”
That made Connor laugh, a soft fleeting thing. It made Kevin’s insides turn to goo even as he tried futilely to grapple with everything Connor had told him.
“I mean…it kind of worked, didn’t it?”
Kevin scoffed lightly. “Nearly gave me an aneurysm is what it did.”
Connor turned to face him fully, folding his legs up on the couch between them. “I’m sorry,” he said, tone too serious for Kevin’s half-hearted attempt at humor.
“You didn’t really do anything wrong.”
“No. But I did know it was upsetting you and I pushed your boundaries anyway. I mean, it’s not like sleeping with those guys helped much anyway. Honestly, I think I just got kind of addicted to the feeling of being wanted,” he shrugged like it was no big deal but Kevin felt his heart break a little at the admission.
“Did I make you feel unwanted?”
“No,” Connor affirmed quickly, grabbing Kevin’s hand that sat between them. “No, Kevin. You were perfect. You just couldn’t—well I thought you couldn’t want me the way I wanted you.”
“I do,” he muttered, intertwining his fingers with Connor’s. It felt really nice.
“I know that now, silly,” Connor laughed and Kevin felt the remaining tension drain out of his body.
He finally let himself just look at the boy across from him. He really was so very pretty. It wasn’t fair. He traced his eyes across the lines of Connor’s face. Following his browbone down his nose all the way to his lips.
He looked up at Connor’s eyes then, searching, before darting down to his lips again.
“Can I try something?”
“Please,” Connor whispered, his eyelids already fluttering shut.
Kevin inched forward, his heart in his throat. He felt Connor’s breath stutter against his lips just before he closed the gap. It was barely a kiss—just a press of their mouths really, but it sent sparks down Kevin’s spine nonetheless. He pulled away, smiling, before diving back in with more confidence.
Kevin used a hand to cup Connor’s jaw and the boy melted into it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Kevin couldn’t help the needy whine that escaped his throat as Connor’s fingers wove their way into his hair.
That was when he realized with shocking clarity that this was what he was made to do. He wasn’t made to follow scriptures or spread the word of Christ. If God did exist, he made Kevin with the sole purpose of kissing Connor McKinley. He was sure of it.
Kissing Connor felt like coming home. It felt like late nights and board games and hot chocolate.
It was terrifically addictive. In the same way his body craved the sweet injection of caffeine into his bloodstream each morning, the feeling of Connor’s lips on his was surely to become a necessary daily occurrence, if not hourly (if not every minute of every day for the rest of their lives).
Connor was softer than he imagined a boy to be. But it was still nothing like kissing a girl. Where girls were soft and pliant, Connor’s body was cut with an underlying sense of sturdiness. He was so very much a boy and what they were doing was so immensely gay, he couldn’t even trick himself into thinking that maybe he was just confused and actually liked girls.
Kevin didn’t think he’d ever been kissed like this in his life. The way Connor’s lips moved against his, mouth slightly open like he was trying to devour him. Kevin didn’t exactly know what he was doing, but his natural instinct had gotten him this far, and he was a fast learner. Always had been.
When Connor darted his tongue into Kevin’s mouth, he couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body. He always thought the concept of kissing with tongue was kind of gross, but he abruptly changed his mind when the tip of Connor’s tongue pressed softly against his.
“I love you,” Kevin panted when they broke away. “God, I love you so much.”
He dove back in, swallowing any response Connor might have had which resulted in a shaky whimper vibrating through their mouths. Then Connor was slowly maneuvering them so that Kevin was lying back on the couch. He found that he loved this new development. He loved that he could feel the entire line of Connor against him, pressing down on him.
He ran his hands up and down Connor’s body, desperate to feel every bit of him. When he found a sliver of skin where his shirt had ridden up, he firmly planted his hands against it, fingers digging into the softness there.
Connor moaned softly above him, pressing his hips against Kevin’s and oh. Kevin pressed back up experimentally, reveling in the way the slight friction sent sparks all the way through his fingertips.
They stayed like that, gently pressing their hips together as they kissed. It wasn’t particularly heated, just slow and soft and steady, both of them wanting to be as close as they could.
Kevin was becoming increasingly sure that he was never really attracted to the girls he once dated. Aesthetically, he could appreciate their looks. But he’d never craved their touch as much as he craved Connor’s at this moment. He never felt like he would die if he didn’t have their body pressed against his.
It was everything that Kevin could have ever hoped for.
Connor reached down between them, fingers fiddling with the waistband of Kevin’s pajama pants. His heart jumped when Connor’s hand inched its way under the front of his pants, slowly, giving him the chance to pull him away.
With a shaky inhale, he grabbed Connor’s hand as gently as he could and put it back on his waist. “Sorry,” he swallowed. “Can we take it slow?”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do that. God, he wanted to. He just knew he was not mentally ready to go that far today.
Connor pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Of course.”
Relieved, Kevin reached up and brought Connor’s jaw back down to meet him in a slow, passionate kiss. Connor rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone, using his hand to guide the pace of their kiss until he eventually pulled away a bit to catch his breath.
It was only then that Kevin noticed the tears in Connor’s eyes. Dread gathered in the pit of his stomach. “What’s wrong? Is it because I–”
“No,” Connor cut him off fiercely. “It’s not that, I promise. Honestly, even if you never wanted to have sex I’d still want this. They’re um… they’re happy tears.”
He sat up, soft fabric-clad thighs still bracketed around Kevin’s hips. He tried to rub the tears out of his eyes, which didn’t really seem to help because they just fell harder.
“I just… I can’t believe this is actually happening right now. I’ve loved you for so long. You have no idea.”
Kevin sat up with him, gently prying Connor’s wrists away from where they covered his tear-streaked face. He pressed a kiss to each of them before setting them down between their bodies and pulling Connor’s lips to his.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” he mumbled against his mouth.
“Well, we’ve got a whole lifetime to make up for it,” Connor laughed tearily. Then his eyes widened, as if he’d just realized the implications of what he just said. “Not that I– that we–”
Kevin cut him off with a chaste kiss, smiling. “I’d like that.”
He loved the sound of a whole lifetime with Connor. Probably a little too much for someone who just figured out they were in love with their best friend. Honestly, it wasn’t very different from the life Kevin had already imagined for them, except this version featured much more kissing and handholding and cuddling and—probably, eventually—more intimate activities.
He knew it was way too soon to be thinking about marrying Connor, but he didn’t think he’d be opposed to that happening one day. Maybe they could even have kids. He could have his perfect little family except instead of some random woman, he could have Connor, and that was infinitely better in so many ways.
He wanted so many things it was dizzying. He wanted to go to sleep and wake up with Connor every single day. He wanted to kiss him awake and hold him until they were forced to get out of bed by the inevitability of work or classes. He wanted to patter about the kitchen in the morning, with coffee brewing and bacon burning as they got too distracted with kissing each other senseless against the countertop. He wanted long days and late nights and blankets wrapped around their tangled bodies as they watched movies together.
Gently, he pulled Connor on top of him. He wrapped one arm around his waist and used the other to guide Connor’s head into the crook of his neck. It was different from any kind of cuddling they did while watching a movie. Connor’s body fit seamlessly along Kevin’s, perfectly nestled there like two puzzle pieces. He never wanted this to end.
“Can we sleep together?” he asked suddenly, running his fingers through curling ends of Connor’s hair. He only realized how that sounded when the redhead hummed in question. “Not like that. Just… sleep in the same bed.”
Connor laughed as he sat up and pressed another kiss to Kevin’s mouth.
“Careful, Price. Once I have you in my bed, I’m never letting you leave.”
Kevin’s heart tripped over itself, a pleasant warmth spreading through his limbs. “Promise?”
r/relationships
UPDATE: Me [23M] with my roommate [23M], I’m worried I might be homophobic towards him?
submitted by allamericannotprophet
The morning after I made the post, I met up with my sister, Sarah [20F], and I showed it to her. She read the whole thing and told me that it sounded like I have a crush on Connor. The same conclusion some of you came to in the original post…
Anyway, she helped me see my friendship with Connor from a slightly different perspective. I had never really thought about my sexuality before, but with some encouragement from her I started to consider the possibilities. I ended up talking to a friend of mine who’s gay, about how he knew he liked guys. That helped a little, I think (at least subconsciously, even though at the time I only felt more confused). Then I ended up staying the night with my other very close friend after Connor was going to invite another guy to our apartment. I did not want to be there (It turned out he didn’t actually have anyone over that night but that’s a story for later). My friend pretty much slapped some sense into me and made me realize that my feelings towards Connor weren’t exactly platonic.
The next few days were mostly me sitting on my ass trying to wrap my head around everything. I was so scared of messing up our friendship and losing him, but I was even more scared that I might just let this pass without saying anything and then he gets a boyfriend and I have to see him with another guy…etc. Because if that happened I would probably have to move out, since as we’ve established, I’m not great at dealing with him being with other guys.
I probably could have planned it better, but I told him right after one of our movie nights. It took me a while to work up the courage to bring it up, but if I didn’t do it that night I knew I never would. Basically, I told him I’ve been such a dick because I was jealous. I don’t think he understood what I was saying at first because he just laughed a little and said I didn’t have to be jealous since it wasn’t like I’d have any trouble finding people to sleep with me. No clue how I explained, it’s a blur.
We talked. Long story short: Connor has had feelings for me since he was thirteen (who knew), all that “fake” flirting was real, but Connor didn’t have any hope of it going further because of me being an oblivious “straight” guy. So he’s been trying to get over me. In the end we agreed to maybe try something out, and we kissed. (Plot twist: it turns out I don’t have any problem with Connor kissing guys if it’s me he’s kissing.)
Since then we’ve kind of been easing into the whole dating thing, I guess? It’s been great so far. We had our first proper date last weekend and it was incredible, though a bit weird since we’ve done that a thousand times already and this time there was a new context. At home we still do our normal thing, but sometimes we get distracted. Last night I almost burned dinner because I had to kiss him and we got kind of carried away. We’re taking the whole sex thing slow though since I’ve never done anything with another guy before. Honestly, I’ve barely done anything with a girl either so that whole side of things is a little new to me.
I’m a little worried about coming out to my family, especially given the fact that they’re extremely Mormon and have a past history of blatant homophobia against Connor (even if they covered their unsavory opinions on his sexuality in warm smiles and goody-goody Mormon attitudes). I can already imagine them blaming Connor for turning me gay. Honestly, since leaving the Church I’ve barely even kept in contact with them aside from holidays. So maybe we’ll just cross that bridge when we come to it. It’s something to think about in the longterm, I guess. Connor has said he doesn’t expect me to come out of the closet right away, but I don’t want to keep him a secret or anything.
So…we’re trying. And I am not a homophobe. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy, and I never would have expected this when I made that first post. It’s a good thing some of you picked up on the actual problem and tried to get it through to me despite me being an oblivious asshole, so…thanks, I guess.