When you just don’t know. I just don’t know. And I feel like I wear my emotions on my face. Even though I don’t mean to… I can’t help it. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings. And although I want him. I can’t have him the way I want. Which makes me feel like I shouldn’t have him at all. Because anything besides a relationship is just going to hurt. I’m always going to feel like I’m missing out; missing out in the sense that he can’t be there for me…fully anyway.
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I remember when my mother first described gay sex to me, and I was eight years old. No seriously, she was very mature about it, she sat me down at the dinner table. She look at me and said, ‘You know your father and I love each other.’ I said, ‘Of course.’ She said, ‘Well, two men can love each other in the same way your father and I love each other.’ I thought that was kinda sweet. She said, ‘What happens when two men love each other like that, what they do is they take off all their clothes, they get into bed, and they shit on the bible! Bo Burnham x
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