Status Updates From Felix Ever After

She's shaking her head. "Okay. It's your choice." I start to leave the sink, but Leah opens her mouth, like she has something else to say. When i pause, she has trouble meeting my eye. "I'm just wondering...can we still--I don't know--talk and hang out and stuff?"
Leah looks so sincere right now that I can't help but grin. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd really like that."

LEAH READ HIM FOR FILTH! 😂👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Finally, somebody said what needed to be said and didn't sugarcoat a damn thing😏

Felix, stop sitting on this and go tell the dean! Austin needs to be held accountable. Keeping quiet isn't doing anybody any favors. 😒

Felix, you should've deleted that damn app a long time ago! 😏 Some situations don't need investigating, responding, or entertaining. Just log out and go live your life, sir! 🤦🏽‍♀️

Felix, SMDH! 🤦🏽‍♀️ You done "F" up now. All that progress and now you've gone and made a mess of things. Sir, get it together! 😒

I love that his dad is keeping the lines of communication open. He's not getting everything right, but he's making an effort to listen, learn, and understand Felix. That's what showing up for your child looks like. ❤️

I'm thinking 🤔Felix and his dad could really benefit from therapy. They're both trying to navigate this transition, and I think they need help understanding each other and figuring out how to move forward together🤷🏽‍♀️

10% in and I'm already liking Ezra, but somebody posting those pictures of Felix is foul as fuck. 😒 We just getting started and I'm already side-eyeing people. Let's see where this goes!

He lets out a heavy sigh as he drops the toast on his plate. "Anyway--I'm happy that you're happy. That's allt hat ever matters, right?"
"Right."
He picks up a glass of orange juice. "Is it Ezra?"
"What? No!"
He narrows his eyes, like he doesn't believe me. "You two spend every second together, so I just assumed..."
"Bad assumption to make. Bad, bad assumption."

Why're you pretending to be a boy?
I stare at the message. There's a whoosh that goes through me and I can feel my emotions become still as numbness prickles. Besides the gallery, I've never really had to experience this kind of hate for who I am before--not directly. I always see it on the news.

My dad's always been the kind of person to have odd jobs. He told me once that his passion isn't work--it's his family. He would've been totally happy as a stay-at-home dad. Mom worked as a nurse at the hospital, bringing home the bacon, I guess--but when she left, everything fell apart. Now my dad's fighting to send me to a private school filled with rich kids, just so that I can live my dream and have a chance.