All the gay boys wanted to be Samantha; we were no different.

All the gay boys wanted to be Samantha; we were no different.
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For most people, Tahlequah was a heartwarming story about the power of a community of mothers. For me, it opened up a wound that I didn’t yet have the words for.
“His fate was predetermined, you see. The stars had already decided.”
A friend told me I would find other people like me at college, and I thought she meant “people whose feelings embraced the world like a corset.”
Here is the problem with the apocalypse: it’s boring. And exhausting, and lonely.