Tag: lgbtq, lgbtqia, teen, ya, young-adult

He’s not recruiting me to the oiled-up Gay Bliss Club of Northern Utah, but to the LDS Church.

Everything feels yes.

His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he’ll give sermons with that voice, whether he’ll throw down judgement with that voice.

We’re only three class sessions in and I’m already behind? And to hear it from him? This buttoned-up Bible-thumper I can’t get out of my head?

High school is such an incestuous little pool.