The Improbability of Hazel MarchI was never in love with Hazel March. Only, I was in love with the idea of loving her.The Improbability of Hazel March by GuinevereToGwen
It started at a gay bar. Andromeda. Andy loved the name, since it so closely resembled his own—a few years later he would start using it as his drag name. He called it a “classy gay bar” as a way to convince me to accompany him. He had never been and insisted he needed a companion for his first time. I rolled my eyes and asked him how he knew it was classy if he had never gone—but he knew I was in. He knew I couldn’t not be in.
Andy called me his “baby gay” because I had only been out for a few months. He was appalled to discover that I knew nothing of gay culture, and that I only imagined gay characters where there weren’t. When he found out, he sent me twenty emails with links to different porn sites. Gay porn. I emailed him back asking him to stop spamming me, but only once I had gathered enough links to last me a couple months. I won’t