Being Gay Is Not
In Style
by Erin Griffin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Daria
Pairing:
Quinn/? (any of the Fashion Club members)
Summary: A drabble/short
peice about fashion and homosexuality.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
I
remember when I was still in middle school, being bisexual was the
IT
thing. Kiss your best friend on the mouth and guys would go wild
over
you, moreso than before. I mean, when Madonna kissed both
Christina
AND Brittney, everyone was like 'Oh My God!' But in a good
way.
Both of them got even more uber famous than before. I, myself,
even
got into the fad of being bi. It was almost a drug. The longer
you
made out, the longer you went without ever having to carry
your
books, and they DID get heavy, even in middle school. But
then
homosexuality got all political and 'I'm so boring it put my
grandma
to sleep'. Guys still went gaga and hoped for a three-way
at the sight
of a rainbow patch on some lesbo's backpack.
When
I moved to Lawndale and attended the high school, the fad
was
completely over, and I met three new friends. I never kissed
my best
friend again, but that doesn't mean I never wanted to.
Sandy had
great kissing lips. I imagine them all the time,
wondering what they
would feel like. Tiffany and Stacy had thin
lips. Stacy, though, had
the best skin of us all. I swear there is
a secret she's keeping from
the rest of us, but that doesn't
matter to me. I would think about her
soft, almost flawless skin,
touching her cheek and neck as I kissed
her. Tiffany has the
shiniest, most beautiful hair. My fingers running
trough them as
her tounge danced with mine is a common fantasy of
mine. And that
wispy, slow way she talks...
No, enough. You think I haven't tried
to get these thoughts out of my
head? You think I like being a
homo? If this was the OLD millenium,
maybe it would be okay, but
this is the new millenium. Being gay was
so nineteen-nineties,
maybe early two thousand. I can't be gay and
keep up with the
latest fashion. Well, maybe if I was a gay man, but I
am not. I am
not gay, I swear.