Waiting for people to fuck up so you can cancel them, gatekeeping, communities self-policing to the point of self-destruction, debating each other's validity, communities infighting over terminology, fighting over the Best way to exist, trying to define what a Bad Community Member is/does, vilifying those people.
Besties I think we fucked up and internalized the surveillance state or the omni-present judgment of god or purity culture or perhaps just maybe all 3
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sneak peek of the next chapter of 'SWTS'?
I need you to know that I wasn't ignoring you. xD
The first message came in while I was on my trip/vacation and I didn't have my laptop with me. Then I almost immediately got a cold, even though I had a cold on the trip, too. I was sick for a week, and this is the first day I've felt normal.
So without further ado, here's a sneak peak of Chapter 4, Part 2 of Six Ways To Sunday.
I'm so happy to be back 🥲
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“El? I’m sorry, but it’s an emergency.” Still not even half asleep, Eleven bolted up out of bed and crossed to Mike at the door. He gave her a short, hushed explanation, glancing at Erica every now and then.
“I'll help,” she piped up from the sleeping bag.
“No, Erica, stay here,” Mike ordered firmly. “Just me, El, and Will.” She gave him a withering look that he missed completely.
"Where is he–" She stopped short at the sight of the closed bathroom door, rushing over to knock. "Will? Will, let us in."
"Come on, there's a line out here already," Mike joked, earning a shove from his girlfriend.
"Don't lie."
Mike looked around quickly to make sure the adults weren't in the room before he spoke again. "Just trying to lighten the mood, let him know it's not a big deal."
"But it is a big deal to him."
"And I can hear every word you're saying," Will informed them from the other side of the door.
"We need to talk about this," El pleaded.
"What more is there to say?" Will's voice was shaky but insistent. "Just let me get past the initial mortification, please."
"But there's nothing to be embarrassed about, man, that's what we're trying to say," Mike reassured.
El persisted, her forehead pressed to the door. "Please, Will. No matter what, we're your friends. And your family."
"What's going on?" They both turned with cautious eyes at the sound of Lucas's voice.
Mike swallowed hard. "We're not supposed to say."
"I'm gay, Lucas, that's what's going on," Will announced sharply, Mike and El's eyes widening considerably.
Lucas blinked through the moderate shock. "Didn't see that coming."
"What was it you were saying about being unobservant?" Max asked sarcastically, giving him a playful smile as she leaned on El's shoulder. Lucas returned the expression, shaking his head.
"See? People are flirting with each other out here," Mike pointed out enthusiastically. "That's how little it bothers us. I mean–it doesn't bother us at all, at all–"
Suddenly, Dustin was next to him yelling at the door. "Come on, Will. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you get to hog the only bathroom!"
A chorus of "Dustin!" sounded through the cabin.
He turned to them all with wide eyes. "What? Was that…was that bad to say somehow?" With a sigh, he faced the door again. "I’m so sorry!"
He might as well have screamed the apology in Will's face, as he opened the door not a second later, a reluctant smile on his face. "No, that's fair, I guess."
El was the first to wrap him in a tight hug, followed by Mike, who placed an arm around him and his head on his shoulder. The rest joined in, and Lucas pulled Erica into the group hug once he saw her standing nearby, much to her chagrin.
Will fought back tears, abundantly grateful that he wouldn't have to find a better family after all.
"And while this is lovely, I really gotta go." Dustin rushed into the bathroom, the others chuckling at him as he closed the door.
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