I...am a silly bitch. I thought I had put this up on Sunday BUT I DIDN'T. Probably because I had no sleep and may have been drinking, I can't remember. But yeah. Here is part one that I thought I posted, but didn't.
Junior year was as close to having a blast as high school came for me. I started school and was made President of the GSA. I immediately jumped at the task, making a large amount of recruitment posters by hand to kill time at home. A lot of them were torn down by both students and facility. One of the most in your face posters contained the simple wording of "Gays exist. Deal with it." One of the schools local "security guards" (if you could call them that; he also sported a Hitler 'stache, not sure if that was coincidence or not) was the one to tear that down. My adviser didn't tell me until much later and I still want to punch the guy whenever I visit. I tried my best to get my school interested. In October on National Coming Out Day I set up a seminar during the lunch periods for speakers such as myself tell the tale of how we came out. I was the only one to show for all 4 periods. My whole club wore homemade shirts supporting the day. The Matthew Shepard vigil held every year was broadcast to my school during the morning announcements, it held interviews, information and a moment of silence. I think that video was the closest I ever got to having the whole school involved in GSA.
That same month I had my first and only in-school girlfriend. She wasn't 'out' until we went to Homecoming together. Homecoming took a lot of convincing, neither of us had been in that situation before. It thankfully, went off without a hitch. Of course, me being me, I thought I loved her. So when we broke up it felt like my world had ended.
We only lasted a month, but she's the whole reason I got involved in Drama Club, which was a huge passion for me the last two years of high school. I was sitting with her during one of her rehearsals and the adviser approached her cast and crew about getting ads for their playbill to finance costumes and sets and stuff. I raised my hand and asked if I could bring in money, can I be an extra in the play? To my surprise she said yes. So I did just that, I used family ties with local businesses to get them to buy ads. My first play was a fucking blast. I was an extra but man did I get into that role. I named myself 'Edwardo' seeing as how I was an unnamed soldier and a party guest. Edwardo was a swag mother fucker, his favorite pick up line being "Hello. My name, is Edwardo....but you....you can call me 'tonight'". I made friends with two freshman, one of them being Luna. She was quickly adopted into our little group.
Home life was fairly uneventful. I got the chance to go out and after much arguing got the OK to do drama club (after I had already signed up). Of course my parents never believed I was at rehearsal, they thought I was off smoking pot and having crazy orgies (the pot didn't come till later, the orgies I'm still waiting on). Occasionally I'd have to get a note from the adviser explaining that yes, I was there and yes I was involved and supervised. School work became unimportant to me, I excelled at English because it was easy. I could usually do it without reading much of the assigned books, too. Math and science were always my lowest scores. And of course I got a ton of shit for it, but some how I worked around it. The play went off without a hitch. Dad came, my grandparents came, I think even my Mother came...I think. After the play ended, we started prepping for The Outsiders, after auditions was when I got dumped. But I got another extra part, so drama club continued in my life. We practiced daily over winter break. Jack was also involved in the production playing Sodapop, the handsome one. It was not long after the play had ended that I found out Jack was dating the same girl I had been with back in October. I felt betrayed, to say the least. I told him I was fine with it, after they unsuccessfully tried to keep it from me, but my actions proved other wise. Most of the group didn't much care for her at the time, so I felt justified in my hatred of their relationship. Looking back I just feel dumb. I didn't love the girl, not really anyway, so it shouldn't have mattered. But it was the code, man. You don't date your friends ex. I still feel that way.
That's part one of junior year, things get spicier in the next update. For example, the first time I try pot. Good times....anyway, if you celebrate have a happy Easter. If you're like me...enjoy the candy and free food. And remember kids, spread me like mint jelly on lamb.
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