all of these years i was sure i was (mostly) hetero and not a pedophile.
last night i was punched in the face and shanked in the lung by truth.
my boyfriend is not a 32 year old man, nope.
he is in fact a 13 year old girl.
the truth came out last night when i was dragged to a rhett miller show by him.
looking around the room, i met eyes with the many boyfriends that were in my same tortured state.
we were all armed with our friend beer to ease our pain.
the music is sappy sweet one moment, nauseously predictable the next, and finally poppy and forgetable just to bring it all together.
but looking at the boyfriend smiling and bouncing and squealing and singing along, although made me a little ill, gave me endless joy.
i feel dirty.