Dear Diary-whose-name-I-haven't-decided-upon-yet,
My brother's a fag. No, not the, "he's such a loser" type of fag. He's a real fag, a homo, a queer, the works. I can't say I'm terribly surprised, I suppose. I've had my suspicions between those two for a while now but it's different having a fleeting suspicion from walking in on your brother having an intense tonguing session with his best friend.
Ack, mental images! How do I make it stop? Anyway, I suppose you think I'm overreacting. I am NOT. My brother's tongue was just in someone else's mouth. And not just anyone else's, a freaking male's! He was exchanging spit with a MAN who has a PENIS between his legs. You know, that organ that really hurts when physically assaulted?
That is SO not something I can just be all 'okey doky, poky wokey' with. I wonder if I can ever look at those two the same. Not that I've ever really looked at them as the 'sane' type of people anyway. I mean how can I when Brother's always bouncing off the walls like he's high and his 'boyfriend' is always being his wanna-be-white-gansta self? It's really too weird thinking about how they ever came to be this 'intimate' with each other.
ARG! Mental images are back. Leave me alone!
Diary, I really don't think I can suffer through any more imagery attacks so I'll end it here.
Don't miss me too much,
-Roxas
P.S. Why don't you start thinking for a name for yourself, huh? Must I do EVERYTHING?
So, here's just a ramble I was struck with. No, I'm not abandoning my other fics if anyone who reads them cares. I just need a break from all the angst. Anyway, this is slash story. There will be homosexuality discussed, displayed, and -you get my point. This is a major character DEVELOPMENT story. It will not be a fast jump-in-eachother's-pants fling and it may not even end romantically. I repeat. it is a CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT STORY. Thank you, now please, review.
