“I probably could have handled this whole situation better”
~~~~~
New schools suck taint, like properly suck it, leaving big bright swollen hickies right on your gooch... sorry, probably went a little too far there. But you get the idea right, I do not like going to a new school. There’s all the new politics to muddle your way through and avoid becoming a social pariah from saying the wrong thing or talking to the wrong person without any idea what any of the fucking triggers are... I guess this story is about the time I got both wrong... repeatedly...
Newgate Fell Comprehensive Secondary School, what a dump, I need to get that point across, it is a proper sty. The nicest of the buildings one of those old early sixties “oh shit we need new schools now” prefab things that are still fairly common all over the place. The ones where the walls open up in the wind, so wide you can get your head and shoulders out... and from the glares I was getting in my first tutor session I felt that making the jump wouldn’t have been a bad idea (and with what happened later, probably wouldn’t have hurt as much.)
Now, I will admit, as a school, Newgate isn’t the worst of the many I’ve been sent too, at least the teachers aren’t dealing hard shit to the students like at North Moor High. But I’ve been moved about so much and been to so many schools, I’ve picked up a bit of a rep, that isn’t helped by being in the system since I was born, as an unadoptable ‘Problem Child’. Oh, it’s not a behaviour thing or anything like that, it’s a ‘we don’t want the risk of a #insert-age-here#-year-old kid with a medical record you can use to beat whales to death with on our books’ thing. It gets justified as sending me to be near a new specialist, but I know it’s that they don’t want to be the ones to deal with the investigation when something finishes me off.
Right, yes, Tutor Group... sorry it’s these painkillers, they make me a little scattered sometimes. Yeah, so my rep, as soon as the Teacher introduced me everyone started whispering about me, and not kindly... (this is where the over sensitive hearing thing fucked me over... again.) I mean he wasn’t like the arsehole in Glasgow who managed to mispronounce every bit of my name, and talked over me when I tried to correct him, so I was stuck with the nickname of ‘Grotty Cumrag’ for 7 weeks. I wish I was allowed to change it, but they say ‘it’ll mess up too many records’ and ‘but surely you want to keep your family ties?’
He even asked if there was a particular way I preferred to be called, even if it’s not related to my ‘Real’ name, said it was school policy. I guess if I’d know about that in advance I could have picked something better than Gotthard Cymru, instead of just going all quiet and awkward. So there I was, able to hear everyone passing insane rumours about me, looking at me like something the dog left right in the middle of an expensive rug. Except for her.
“It’s not like I expected to get dragged into something like this”
~~~~~
I mean, I didn’t know she was a her then, she was pretty androgynous looking and in this big bulky hoodie that covered up her shape, and Doctor Emerson calling her just ‘Knife’ without any title didn’t make it any easier to work it out. We were in all the same classes, so the Doc told her to help me get around, not that I needed much help at all, go to as many different schools as me and you get used to working out where to go.
So I didn’t really need her help, but we got sent off with like 20 mins of Tutor group left to ‘show me around the school’, and from her perspective, to try and wheedle stuff for gossip out of me and see which rumours about me were true. Like I said, I have a rep, so it was a rush of questions mixed in with tiny, occasional comments about the school...
...
“You set fire to one of your foster homes?”
“No, why would I do that?”
“Hey, I feel like burning my house down sometimes. Oh, this is Miss Mathews room, you don’t have her this year, but she stays here at breaks if you need someone to talk too, way cool. What was the next one... oh yeah, you got caught in bed with one of your foster sisters?”
“Um, no.”
“Foster brother then?”
“No.”
“You’re going to need a nickname, no one goes by their ‘legal’ name round here. I figure Goatboy and Welshie are right out?”
“Too bloody right.”
“Hmm... you got caught fucking a dog?”
“Ugh, no.”
“You got caught being fucked by a dog?”
“Oh actually...”
“Wait, really?”
“Of course not.”
“How about; your mam was a stripper and or whore and they didn’t know her real name so they put her work name on your birth certificate, or that you got name from a scrap of paper in her bag?”
“...Actually, those ones are pretty much true.”
“Okay, like those are the believable ones.”
“And being a literal bitch was? And I said pretty much, my name was scrawled on an ultrasound printout in her bag, might have been one of me.”
At that, she stopped and hugged me, felt super uncomfortable, half because I couldn’t remember the last hug I’d had, and half because of her breasts pressing against the bandage on my chest.
“I’ve got a question for you now.”
“Sure, fire away.”
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
She got really defensive posture, but like feminine defensive which looked even weirder when she said, “A boy, obviously.”
“I mean honestly, who goes looking for this sort of trouble?”
~~~~~
She was clearly not a boy, despite what she said, I’ve known a looot of people, and there is a spectrum of mannerisms, and she was right at the girly girliest end. Don’t look at me like that, you both know what I’m getting at. Like her best attempts at acting boyish came off like a parody. I should have dropped it right then, I really should, but I’m guessing you’ve seen at least some of my records, enough to know that that really isn’t my style.
That I pissed off a potential friend in the first 15 minutes after meeting them on the other hand is definitely my style, you get what I mean by a new school being a minefield of socio-political triggers now? It’s been a while since I’ve done it with the most popular kid in the school and or year group or pathway or whatever. Don’t give me that look, you wanted to know why I did it and why, I know it was stupid and I was stupid, I don’t need pinkie and perky looking down on me for it too.
She was quiet and standoffish for the rest of the ‘tour’, only speaking to point out classes I was in, no more of the useful tip ones, and just fobbed me straight off on the teacher when we got to our first lesson. Maybe I shouldn’t have stared at her so much, but I just couldn’t figure her out, everyone was talking too and about her like she was a boy, but acting like she’s a girl, so yeah, more than a little confusing.
Look it is important, you turn up as soon as the docs say I can talk normally and as a stupidly open-ended question, so I’m going to give you everything that struck me as important, you can figure out what matters to you when I’m done. So yeah, I was watching her and everyone around her, it wasn’t a stalker thing, it’s just she was interesting. I wasn’t trying to be subtle or anything so I guess people would obviously notice me doing it.
It’s as good a reason as any for why the really weird alliance of peeps would corner me in the yard at break...
“You’d have to be a right plonker to willingly start something like this.”
~~~~~
Looking back, I did sort of provoke it... oh I don’t mean they did anything to me, sorry, jumped ahead a bit, that’s first break on Friday. Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, I’d been trying to sound out the ‘outcasts’ about Knife, but wasn’t getting anywhere, seemed like everyone was covering for her, I know it all sounds super sketchy, I didn’t mean anything bad, just wanted to know what was going on...
... Wednesday? I was in here getting my latest set bandages and wounds checked, came out without any coverings on my chest, first time getting out without being wrapped up in over a year.
Right, the gang, there’s no way it was a normal group of associates, all from the same class as me and Knife; Princess Prissy, Nerd One, Captain Athletics, Metalhead Prime and the Alpha Chav. No, I don’t know their names, they weren’t introduced to me and I don’t really care enough to go out of my learn a new set of names every other month.
Umm, do I have to copy the Alpha Chav’s accent, or can I just talk normally? It was just him and Metalhead Prime actually talking to me, the others were just there to back them up I guess, or like group rep’ing. Yeah, okay what they said.
Metalhead “Oi! New kid, we’ve got a problem.”
Me “What, what am I supposed to have done this time?”
Metalhead “You’ve been sticking your nose in to other people’s biz, and that’s... not good.”
Chav “Yeah, you’d best drop that whole questioning peeps about Knife, he's a good lad, doesn’t need some reject like you stirring up shit,” and he punctuated it with a poke to my chest, right on one of my holes.
Me “Fucking quit it, i'm not stirring anything, just a bit confused by them.”
Chav “There’s nowt to be confused about, Knife is a boy, drop it.” Another poke, this one hard enough to knock me back a bit.
Me “Seriously, quit it man, I don’t want to have to go back into hospital because of some stupid chav.”
Metalhead “What, from a poke?” Little bit of sniggering from the Chav.
Me “No from ripping one of these open.” And I pulled up my shirt to show off a decade of doctors playing operation with me.
Metalhead “Woah, dude... looks like you've been through a chopshop.”
Chav “Or Victor’s hypothetical improved second attempt ...” at which everyone but Metalhead Prime looked at him, looking shocked, “what, you’re surprised I’ve read a book. Look Frankie, you’d best just keep you nose in, yeah?”
Metalhead “Now fuck off and leave the lad alone, don’t want to hafta tell you twice.”
At which I ran away, with them all doing some sort of “we’re watching you” gesture at me. And I really did try to keep to myself, lasted all the way to PE last thing.
“So, you want to know why I ended up in here this time?”
~~~~~
Hey, just because I am medically a mess doesn’t mean I get out of PE, I don’t have to do anything, but I do have to change and sit there. Yeah, I could get permission to go to the library or something, but it’s not worth the hassle if I’m usually not going to be there more than a month. Normally people just leave me alone when they see the bandages... that I didn’t have on then.
But yeah, I was just trying to keep safe, changing while facing the wall, taking quick glances around the room, nothing strange... then I saw Knife changing her top, and what she had under it, and with my usual subtlety, tried to continue the... discussion from earlier with Alpha Chav who just happened to be next to me. Kinda obvious looking back he was there to do exactly what he did do if I did what I did do... That does make sense, right?
“Seriously, she’s clearly a girl, how can you miss her chest?!” like seriously, without her hoodie smothering all shape they were very obvious.
And before I knew what was happening, the Chav had me held up against the wall by my throat, “Yeah, no shit Frankie, we all know, and we all know to fucking keep it quiet.”
Like I said I probably could have handled this whole situation better, and I think he only held back cause he’d seen the meat puzzle, and maybe cause Metalhead Prime took over. “Look man Chopshop, we warned you to back off and leave well enough alone, you’re caused her a stupid amount of worry.”
“Why, what’s so bad, if you’d give me a reason why...” yes, I was being an ass, I see that now.
“We don’t want her fucking sperm donor, who is one of the caretakers here as it happens, and a proper nosy twat, overhearing shit. He isn’t the most... tolerant individual.”
Then this ugly older guy, looks a little bit like Knife barged in, “Oi! The fuck you say about me‽” everything went mad, he grabbed Knife and threw her across the room then everyone else piled onto him.
And that’s when I ran away from it all, out the changing room, building and out across the road...
... and got run over.
One chapter left (of the First cut), which will be a more "normal" narrative structure and less slightly drugged up drivelling
“It’s a little unfair questioning someone still a little dippy on painkillers.”
~~~~~
The older of the police officers looks a little frustrated, “So, this whole thing is a shaggy dog story then, you managed to cause this all by accident?”
“um, yessir...” seems like this is the safest route out of this mess for me...
“You are lucky no one was more seriously hurt,” what happened to good cop-bad cop, these two have been as bad as each other, “this could have gotten much worse for you if it...”
“What do you two think you’re doing in here!? He’s only 12. Get out!” Soo nice having the nurses shouting at someone not-me for a change.
“We were just leaving anyway.” These two are...
“Got everything we need now.” ... really creepy.
“Wait! Um... is everyone else alright?” that’s the right socially conscious thing to say isn’t it?... “Like, Knife and them?”
“As far as we know, Knife-” wow that’s a shitty way to say it... “- broke a few ribs, but they are the only one with anything more than bruises and scratches.” ... well shit...
“Is that everything? Good, now you two gentlemen can get the hell off of my ward.”
As soon as the goons are away and the door closed she turns to me with a smile, “now then, how are you feeling kiddo, leg hurting at all, anything else I can do to help?”
“ummm I’m fine, it’s fine...” wish everyone would just leave me alone... is it that easy? “could I just have some time to myself, no one coming to bother me...”
“Of course kiddo, you’ve got the call button if you need me for anything. Now your case worker will be round later, you want me to let them in or stall them? And do you want the lights off?”
... She’s letting me have a say in what’s going on... “um let them in I guess, fighting them never helped before... and yes please, no lights thank you.” ...smile back you idiot...
~~~~~
...You really fucked up pretty bad this time idiot, never managed to get someone else hurt before...
...
... That’s not going to go down well...
~~~~~
“- Well Gotthard, it seems you’ve had quite the exciting first week of school here.”
“I guess, I thought I just fucked up like usual.”
“It could have happened to anyone kiddo.” He’s pretty good at this faking sympathy thing.
“Happened to me though, happened cause of me.” ... shits always happening cause of me...
“Well you’re not in any trouble from us, and I hope you get back on your feet soon. Now is there anything you need from me now, or should we see you when you get discharged?”
“I’m fine, not like I can do much of anything with my leg up like this.”
“Okay then, well I’ll see you when the butchers are ready to release you.”
~~~~~
*Knock~Knock*
... can’t I get a few hours of peace today... “Do come in...”
Oh, it’s the current fosters... great, probably come to tell me they want rid...
“How are you feeling sweetie?” ... How does she think I feel..
“How do you think I feel?”
“Like you got run over by a car?” ...What?! What the hell is wrong with him?
...
“Not funny then?” ... wish I didn’t have my leg trussed up like this, so much easier to get people to go away when I can actually turn my back on them...
“No dear, that’s a step too far for most kids.”
...
...
...
... Awkward silences are awkward...
...
...
...
“Is there anything you’d like from home sweetie?” ... home? Ha...
...
“...Um, you might as well just bring everything here...”
...Confused looks?..
“Are you sure?”
“... Well it makes it all easier, so I don’t have to bother you when they let me out.”
...
...
“How exactly would you be ‘bothering us’ kiddo?” ...why is he, they doing this, making me have to say it...
“...Coming round your house to collect all my things before I get sent somewhere else...”
...
...
...
“...Why would you be sent somewhere else sweetie, has something happened?”
...
...what...
...
...
“... You don’t want rid of me?”
...
... They look hurt...
...
...Well, if they didn’t want rid before, they probably do now...
...
“Why would we?”
“It not like we’re fosters because we need the money kiddo.”
“We just want to help sweetie.”
...
“Why?”
...
“Because we can.”
“Isn’t that enough kiddo?”
...
...
...
“... But why me?”
...
...
...
“...Well sweetie, if we didn’t already think it, this conversation would have made it clear that you really need our help.”
“And love... in a purely familial sense... if you’d accept it.”
...
“...But...”
“Just go with it kiddo, you’ve had things shitty enough already, time for a change, doncha think?”
...
...
...Clearly, the painkillers haven’t worn off yet and this is all an hallucination...
...
...Nothing this good ever happens to me...
...
...
“Go away...”
...
“What was that kiddo?”
“Go away, please.”
...
...
“Are you sure sweetie?”
...
“...Yes, please leave me alone.”
...
“For now or for good?”
“... Whatever, now I guess, not like it matters, nothing this ‘good’ happens for real...”
...
...
“Oh, well kiddo it’s not all good, we are taking in another foster kid, once the docs release her.”
... That smirk of his is... irritating.
“Although, your caseworker says your files say you get on better when there’s other kids there to... distract your minders, so I guess it is still good for you?”
...
...
...yay?
...
“Oh, is that the start of a smile I see sweetie?”
...
“...no... please go away...”
...
...
“Alright kiddo, just ask the nurses to call us when you’d like us to come back.”
~~~~~
...
...
...
...
*Yawn*
...
...
“Morning sleepyhead.” I know that voice... I think...
...
“You are awake right? You’re not one of those weirdoes who can yawn while asleep and I’m talking to an empty room?”
...
...
...
“Seriously man, don’t be a dick, we need to talk, ideally before the jailors work out where I’ve gone.”
...
... That’s Knife...
...
... Please don’t have her be my new foster sib...
“Look, I know you probably feel shit over what happened, but it’s not that bad, really.”
...
...
...
“At least you didn’t turn the lights on on me.”
I’m not sure I would ever be able to adequately reproduce the sound she made as she jumped at me and wrapped herself round my neck.
“Ahhh crazy bitch, the fuck is wrong with you!?!”
“Ha, sorry broooo, we ain’t got that much time.”
...
... ‘Bro’
...
... Greaaaat
...
“So what do you want?”
“Is that any way to speak to your new sister?”
“Foster sister, and that’s only until I end up shipped off somewhere else, and get to the point.”
...
...
“You aren’t the most cheery kid around are you?”
...
... If I stare hard enough, could I make her burst into flames?
“Whatever, look I don’t hate you or anything. I mean, you were practically the definition of a bumbling idiot, but you did manage to get me free from that bastard, so thank you.”
...
... Why is she staring at me?
...
...
... Idiot, social platitude stuff.
“... Um... you’re welcome?”
“And don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal your fosters, they’re sticking me with them cause they’ve dealt with trans kids before.”
...
“Great, you can keep them occupied and ignoring me.”
“There’s no need to be sarcastic.”
“What sarcasm, I meant it entirely literally.”
...
...
“Nope, not gonna let them, you need parent’s that actually give a fuck.”
“Didn’t your dad ‘giving a fuck’ put us both in hospital?”
...
...
... Idiot, what did you say that for.
...
...
...
”Can we get a do over? Hi, I’m Gotthard Cymru.”
...
...
“Oookay... Hi, I’m Katelyn Knife, your new foster sister.”
...
“Katelyn?”
“Better than bloody Robert Smith Junior.”
...
“Sounds it.”
...
...
...
...
...
...
“So then broooo, are we going to have that weird pseudo-incest subtext thing people keep implying you’ve had with other foster sibs?”
“Eww, fuck no!”...
... Shit, didn’t mean to say it like that.
“...What, what fucking ‘Eww’ is there about it? Some ‘Filthy tranny’ thing or something? Huh?”
“... No, nothing like that.” ...There you go again you stupid fucking moron.
“Then you’d better have a bloody sensational excuse for that ‘Eww’ Chopshop.”
“I do, I really do...”
...Is that look cause she cares what I think?.. or cause she’s loaded on painkillers?..
“... it’s just that...
Drawing this out is probably not a good idea...
“...well...”
I am so getting slapped for this...
...
...
“...I’m Gay.”
...
~~~~~
Finis
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...
(And yes, she did slap him... just lightly... well, wouldn’t you? ;)
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Well, this is a thing...
I wouldn’t mind some technical comments, how well the whole story makes sense and reads and the ilk. (especially the previous 5 chapters)
Also, Word’s spellchecker doesn’t recognise “tranny” as a real word, sooo... yay?
“You know, he’s kinda cute when he’s not blundering about putting your life in danger.”
~~~~~
{This is a teaser, to see if I can get back into the swing of things, might get the first proper chapter out soon, might end up with the same sort of schedule The First Cut had.}
~~~~~
What the hell is wrong with him… “Hey, chopshop, you ever been tested by the head docs?”
“Well yeah, can’t be me without them digging into what ‘triggered’ the most recent batch of stupidity.”
“No, I mean tested, gone through the checks to see if you’re the sort that might benefit from the Special School, you know autism and the ilk.”
….
“Why, that’d just make things worse for me...” Just what have they been telling him when they ship him about?
“Dude it helps, you have no idea how much stuff you can get help with once you’ve got the papers confirming it, extra consideration on your weirdness and shizz.”
“What does it matter to you anyway?”
…
“Because we’ve got to live together and I would much rather you not be all weird and inappropriate without a reason.”
…
…. Well that shocked him a bit.
….
“…. Weird?”
“Well, weirdly inappropriate, like no one comes out like you just did dude, and that custerfuck of trying to work me out… seriously man, it’s like you ignored the entire chapter on social etiqu…
...being kicked between homes like you’ve been probably didn’t help much with that did it.”
Probably shouldn’t have just called him out like that… way to go Knife, that’s a good start for your fresh start.
…
….
“… So there’s something else wrong with me? Greaaaaat. Way to help my mood.”
“Dude chill out, I mean there might be a reason for you being weird, not wrong, just a little different than the quote-unquote ‘base norms’. Nothing wrong with being different, it’s just… different.”
“it’s not normal though.”
“No, no one is, literally no person alive or dead can be truthfully and or accurately called normal. Saying something isn’t normal is just cockwombles trying to make other people feel small. What you’ve gotta do is live in defiance of that sorta prick, not let them define who you are and how you live.”
…
….
Okay, that smirk is the same as before, here comes another terrible joke…
….
“… So why should I live like you want me to?”
…
“… Well played. I’m not saying anything like that, just that it might make things easier if you know what is different about you, if it’s just you’re underdeveloped socially or an actual nameable condition.”
…
“Are you going to be like this all the time, or are you making a special effort to be irritating today?”
“Like what? Giving a shit? Yep, you aren’t going to get rid of me, I care about what happens to you.”
“Even with all your shit to deal with?”
“Well yeah, you ain’t heavy, you’re my brother.”
~~~~~
"Do you have to be so greedy?"
~~~~~
“...That was terrible, like could you get any cheesier without actually pouring cheese sauce over your head?”
“Where would I even get it? We’re stuck in hospital, and cheese is totally a biohazard.”
...
...
...
And there was silence. And he looks a little lost.
“Hey, it’s alright if you can’t keep up yet.”
“Why are you even here? Wasting your time on me?”
And back to the pity party, not that I can really blame him.
“Because no one else has. And it’s Spending time, not wasting it.”
...
“I’m not getting rid of you easy am I?”
If I wasn’t off my face this smirkle would hurt.
“Nooope.”
“Greeaaat.”
“Divn’t be like that man, there is one more really important thing I need to talk to you about, ‘specially with how you keep kicking everyone straight out, the sooner it’s started the quicker it’s sorted.”
“What’s that then?” Hah, got him, he needs to work on hiding his curiosity.
Actually, he needs to work on controlling all his emoting.
“Your name.”
“What about it?”
“Don’t you want a better one? Or are you genuinely happy being called ‘Grotty cumrag’?”
“Well yeah, no, yes then no... But they’ve never let me before.”
“Yeah but this time I’m getting it done at the same time, and I can be a catty bitch if I want to get my way.”
“What would I even change it too? It’s never been worth it thinking what I’d want before.”
...
Oh...
... shit
...
“Okay then, how about Frankie?”
...
“Cause I look like his monster, right?”
“Nah, cause it’s what Eggsy has been calling you since... okay, I guess it is cause you look like you’ve donated organs like other people donate blood.”
...
“Really?”
“Hey, at least it’s you and not something scrawled on a ultrasound that is probably some client’s pseudonym.”
“Fine, I guess, what about the other name? ‘Frankie Knife’ sounds like a goon.”
“Could always be ‘Frankie Franks’, take our new olds name?”
...
“And sound like off brand sausages?”
...
“Could go all eccentric b-lister and go by just ‘Frankie’, or let the olds pick that bit?”
...
...
“Too big a decision to throw at ya when you’re still buzzed?”
...
“What are you doing in here? We’ve been looking all over for you.”
...
Damn, outta time...
“Wouldn’t this be the first place to look for her? Like wasn’t it obvious she had stuff to settle with me?”
...
Can’t argue with that...
“Okay then Frankie, I’ll tell the new olds bout the name stuff, they’re probs gonna visit me first, see if they can get the balls moving while we all work out you’re new surname.”
“Come on, you’re supposed to be staying in bed.”
“Okay okay.”
...
“...um... bye... sis.” ... well there’s some progress.
~~~~~
System: - HardRocKoffee has come Online -
HardRocKoffee: hey b, you on on?
HardRocKoffee: or just didn’t put busy?
Bacon&Eggsy: I’m on on, just de-stressin
Bacon&Eggsy: that fuckstain cant even lay off for one sodding day
Bacon&Eggsy: guessin youve had the same?
HardRocKoffee: what gave it away?
Bacon&Eggsy: it’s a day that doesn’t start with S?
HardRocKoffee: it just doesnt stop
HardRocKoffee: single worst bit of skool
HardRocKoffee: and its probs only gonna get worse if/when I get outted
HardRocKoffee: bastard is a proper creep already
Bacon&Eggsy: why not push back, counterflirt an stuff
HardRocKoffee: eew
HardRocKoffee: eeww
HardRocKoffee: id rather drink runny shit, with lumps
Bacon&Eggsy: well it works on my problem
Bacon&Eggsy: he fucks off quick sharp when I do it to him
HardRocKoffee: dunno, fink some peeps would vocally guess I’m a prancing lala homo if i did
HardRocKoffee: not ready to be out out in meatspace yet
HardRocKoffee: dnt feel safe bout it
Bacon&Eggsy: school or everywhere?
Bacon&Eggsy: cause i know if it comes out at home i am Fucked
Bacon&Eggsy: school i should be able to manage if can keep faking cis het acting round staff
Bacon&Eggsy: not like they’d expect it from one of ‘my type’
HardRocKoffee: if things get bad at home you Can stay with me you know
Bacon&Eggsy: hey, im no lesbian, im not u-hauling with you
HardRocKoffee: at all? :(
Bacon&Eggsy: well not until at least past the 5th meatspace date
Bacon&Eggsy: gotta have some standards right ;P
Bacon&Eggsy: not seen you yet, might be a deal breaker
HardRocKoffee: seriously
Bacon&Eggsy: yeah, you might have
Bacon&Eggsy: Freckles ;P
HardRocKoffee: is this feeling better and being all bouncy
HardRocKoffee: or feeling worse and trying to deflect
Bacon&Eggsy: Bouncy, definitely ;P
HardRocKoffee: umm got a question, not sure how shitty it might be
Bacon&Eggsy: go for it
HardRocKoffee: what did you mean by CIS het acting
Bacon&Eggsy: i think i might be more a ‘they’ than a ‘he’
Bacon&Eggsy: still trying things out
Bacon&Eggsy: piecing things together, that sorta thing
Bacon&Eggsy: thats not a deal breaker is it?
HardRocKoffee: no, that’s cool
HardRocKoffee: i get that i’m lucky i can be ME at home
HardRocKoffee: and that not everyone has that space
HardRocKoffee: it’d have to be something actually shitty to be a deal breaker
Bacon&Eggsy: like be some creepy old perv, or the fuckstain?
HardRocKoffee: yeah, it’s bad enough the way that bastard acts at me
HardRocKoffee: if he was Genuine
HardRocKoffee: ick