We will be everything that we'd ever need
Don't tell me, tell me what I feel
She doesn't come out and say she's attracted to girls, but she no longer makes an attempt to hide it. She never introduces anyone as her girlfriend, even when she does have a few small flings. But she holds hands with girls in public. She flirts openly with her own gender. She wears pride colors and checks out pretty girls and sings the song that played at the pride parade.
And yes, rumors are floating around. People are calling the Vacker girl a queer and a lesbo and some more offensive words. Some treat her like she's contagious.
But Biana doesn't care. Everyone trying to bring her down is already below her. They can throw sharp words at her like rocks and rotten fruit and knives, but Biana isn't made of glass anymore, when something heavy and hard can make a hairline fracture that turns to a spiderweb and then the entire thing is just small, broken pieces. No, Biana is made of iron. She doesn't care what they say about her. They can't hurt her. They can't stop her from finally living her life authentically.
Proudly.
Me: Thinks of Biana flirting with all the queer girls at Foxfire.
Me: Now I really wish I went to Foxfire.
I hope you enjoy our Queen Lesbiana!