Saturday, September 26

Right now, I’m sitting at Starbucks (the one my boyfriend is working at, actually,) enjoying a pumpkin cream cold brew and trying to get some work done. I don’t know if other people feel this way, too, but I find it easier to work when I’m not in my own house. If I try to work in bed, for example, I either end up napping or scrolling through my phone. So coming to Starbucks seemed like a good idea for today; I got to see Buck, reload some money on my Charlie Card, and get some work done! And coffee, of course. I get a horrid migraine if I don’t have my caffeine. 

As you can see from the title, yes, I did sprain my wrist this week. I’m actually not exactly sure how I did it, but it was almost definitely caused by work. I have to do a lot of heavy lifting, so it makes sense that one wrong move or strain on my wrist could cause me to get a grade I sprain. It’s not too bad, but for the past few days I haven’t been able to put any pressure on that wrist without feeling a shooting pain. So I’ve been doing most things with my left hand, which has been tricky, but going alright. I also currently can’t really afford to buy a cast or a splint right now, so I’m sure that’s going to slow down my healing as well.

Anyway, work was quite stressful this week and physically taxing (mostly due to my injury,) so I’m really happy to have a few days off to catch up on other things and have some self-care time. On Tuesday, I had a lovely dinner with my co-workers, and we decided that we’re going to continue to have weekly dinners and rotate whose house we go to. Next week, we’re going to have fancy ramen at my friend Luke’s house which I’m really looking forward to. Obviously we talk about what’s going on at work, but we also talk about our relationships, our lives in Boston, being queer, etc. It’s really nice to know that I’ve made some solid friends for life since moving to Boston.

Then, on Wednesday, Buck came to visit me at work and ended up just hanging around until the end of my shift. We got some pizza afterwards, which was so lovely of him to treat me to, and then he ended up coming back home with me and staying the night. It’s nice to have someone to sleep next to and then wake up with; somehow, it makes the day ahead feel more bearable and comforting, knowing you are starting your morning on a note of love and safety.

Besides seeing him and my friends this week, I haven’t really been up to too much! I did buy some new bedding, which I’m currently loving a lot. Besides that tiny new update, really nothing in my life has changed. I’m just having a good time enjoying my life, spending time with my loved ones, and getting blogging done in-between. Next weekend is Buck’s sister’s wedding, which we will obviously be attending, and I’m really looking forward to telling you guys all about that! Stay safe this week and remember to take care of yourselves.

Disclaimer: discussions of sexual topics.

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This has been an article I’ve wanted to write for a while, but I never knew how to get started or what I should even say. Now that I’ve really put a lot of thought into it, I think I have a pretty well-rounded idea of why my public school upbringing bothered me so much: queer history and education was completely left out of the curriculum.

By the time I was thirteen years old, I knew I had strong feelings for other girls. That being said, I wasn’t comfortable with this realization about myself, and I certainly tried to ignore that this part of me even existed. In fact, I didn’t even begin to really think critically about my sexuality until I reached my first year of college, and I think the way my public school system handled LGBT+ issues contributed to that substantially. So let’s take a trip down memory lane together and discuss how society pushes a heteronormative agenda onto the developing minds of young people!

When I was in middle school and even high school, I don’t remember any LGBT+ characters, stories, literature, and media being brought up in my classes. I don’t think a single homosexual reference showed up throughout my entire curriculum, and I never questioned it when I was growing up. Additionally, when I took my mandatory health class in 8th grade, homosexual health education was never mentioned as well. I never learned about how gay people have sex, or how we queer people also have to protect ourselves from STDs, just like any other human being. In a simple sense, we were erased, and made to feel like our sexualities weren’t valid. Even worse, I felt like just my existence as a gay person in a classroom was inherently inappropriate due to the lack of LGBT+ acceptance and exposure. Because my community wasn’t being brought up, I very quickly got the message that my school (and many other schools) do not see this “lifestyle” as a valid depiction of human experiences. It taught me that I should be ashamed of where I come from and what I believe in.

Dear public high school, including the existence of gay people in a classroom discussion does not mean you are forcing a gay agenda on anyone. Acknowledging all types of sexual wellness does not mean you are “turning students gay.” If you’re a student or a teacher and you really have a problem with the fact that girls date other girls, I think it’s time for you to take several seats and realize that it’s not 1832 anymore. Accepting my gayness does not threaten your fragile heterosexuality in any way. And lastly, if you do have a problem with it, why don’t you just be quiet? Yes, you’re entitled to feel and think however you wish, but I’m also entitled to a fair, informative, well-rounded education. 

In the future, I’d like to see some sort of change or development in health class culture. If you’re currently in high school and you’re going through a similar problem or feeling of suppression, my advice to you is this: Don’t be afraid to speak out. Unless you actively use your voice or bring up to your school the problems you are noticing, things are unlikely (and probably impossible) to change. It can be scary to stand up for what you think is right, but regardless of the outcome, it’s always worth it to try.