Giorgi’s Reviews > Career Suicide: Meine ersten dreißig Jahre > Status Update

Was he gay or straight? That eternal question. I was 15 or 16 years old and hadn’t even asked myself that question yet. It wasn’t something I felt I needed to figure out or deal with at that age, let alone justify. I thought the whole focus on sexuality was pointless, the outrage over my clothes, my makeup, I find all that incredibly boring. And now I was supposed to be publicly shamed and burned at the stake for it?

Tom and I didn’t cry that evening. We wanted to be strong. But inside, we were screaming in pain. Who knew what would happen in separate classes. What if we couldn’t look out for each other anymore, couldn’t sit next to each other, couldn’t exchange a glance or a word? Like conjoined twins hacked apart with an axe and tossed back into life, bloodied and broken.

non ho mai letto niente di più triste e triggerante. wtf. ma questo passaggio:
‘I wanted to press my back to his, like we always used to, to show him we were still strong together. To say: I won’t forget you! This is our ticket out, both of us. I’ll take you with me. I’ll never leave you behind.’