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It’s very common in High School Musical to use sports as a metaphor for hetero world and singing/dancing for the lgbt+ one. The next thing we should know is that pitcher and catcher are two baseball roles also used in gay sex as a metaphor for top and bottom. Also the sentence “I don’t swing that way” is very commonly used to indicate that the person is not gay/lesbian. The swing is also the movement of the batter trying to hit the ball. Knowing that and analysing the video and the song of I Don’t Dance from High School Musical 2, Chad singing “So you better spin that pitch you’re gonna throw me, yeah, I’ll show you how I swing” and “ You make a good pitch” to Ryan has a sex talk implied. Ryan is seen to play the pitcher and, unlike many stereotyping mind could think, that means that Ryan generally prefers to top, but he’s shown to not mind switching, in fact in the second act of the song Chad, listening to Ryan’s advice and deciding to give it a try, changes role and starts to play as a pitcher while Chad switches as a batter. The batter can be seen as a switch in sex roles. The chorus constantly repeating “Swing!” is a metaphor for Chad to accept his bisexuality, giving a try to Ryan and having sex with him, in fact in the end Chad and Ryan switch their clothes, meaning that Ryan has fully accepted his sexuality.

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Not sure what to post here. Maybe I will post some drawings; Maybe just some texts; Maybe some poems. I don’t realy know. I looked for some things to get an ideia and seems that everyone uses english in this site This is good in some points, cause I like the language. But in the same time makes me a bit not confident. Anyway I think I will figure It out soon

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I Loved Him

Soooooooo, this is a passage from my fanfic. Harringrove. Cheese as hell, because yeah. Enjoy. I can give the context latter If somebody want. Also: Billy POV.

I loved him. No matter how much I thought about it, trying to find some other explanation, the truth was that I loved him and that I didn't know how to feel about it.

I would say that I've always been a very platonic person if I was going for a definiton for my feelings about the other people I've met. I was like a novelist in my own head, made stories and more stories based on people I got attracted to and was always one of those who liked (or thought so) several people at the same time only because of my ideas of how these people were, because in the end I had everything ready in my head. But what was in his head was never enough, he never got to know these people better, and maybe that's why he never had anything greater than that from them, because it was just fantasy, like the stories his mother used to tell him when he was young.

If someone who followed his story knew that he never really fell in love, them mostly wouldn't believe it. "And all the people you've been with in the past? This all in your "open relationship" (if we were to consider a relationship, since the friendship always came first) that lasted two years! How couldn't this person ever have fallen in love?"

Well, in my defense I have loved things/people, I'm not a heartless person. I loved mathematics, and as everything in it always made sense, I loved my Camaro and the freedom it gave me, I loved the afternoons of sun and as when there is no one left I could run without anybody looking, I loved my friends and all the peculiarities of each one, my mother, or at least the memory of her, loved my sister at least a little bit and how she managed to be a mixture of the parts of me that actualy worked and an essence that came just from her. I loved the sea, the wind and so many other things.

But loving was not being in love. Being in love was a big emotional mess, sometimes I had no idea what to say and at the same time I kinda knew deep inside. I always lose the air with every smile he gave me, because somehow the person gets more and more beautiful the more you like then, which comes to a point that then simply starts to shine for you, not literally, but as a spring aura that makes butterflies fly and all ice melts, it was like a sun. And that's how he knew he was in love, but he was such a noob in it so he had no idea how to deal with it.

Maybe I should tell him, to see how things would be later, and if that might give me some kind of relief. Since Steve had told me that the first time every time the words came out of him I ended up with a silly grin on my face, wanting to respond the same, but I was never very good at opening up about feelings. Once I ended up telling a girl in the elementary that I liked her because we couldn't find a subject to talk about and it was getting weird just staring at each other, I think I've got more cautious of saying those things after she slapped me on the face right on my braces. But that was not the point now.

The point was that now was one of those times when he wanted so much to respond it. Like saying a long speech about how he felt more normal when they were together, just a rough teenager living a normal life, how his mind cleared and he began to regret all the bullshit he ever did even though most have motives behind, about how he sometimes had nightmares in which the past few months had never existed out of his mind and everyone hated him and how it terrified him because Steve was his new and only refuge now. Like saying it all in three small words.

It is increasingly obvious that most people have no idea how to indicate an illness is slowly killing someone without making them cough up blood. Doesn’t matter what it is or if it has anything to do with your respiratory system, if you’re dying, you’re coughing up blood.

Roman stole Deceit's hat and his heart

Okay, but seriously on the topic of straight people being so overly concerned about their children being exposed to homosexuality…

As some of you know, I am a makeup artist in a holistic beauty boutique in a very wealthy area of eastern New York. The week before Halloween I was offering simple costume makeup designs for both adults and children. So my last client of the evening was a 15 year old girl who came in to get her makeup done for the Halloween dance at her school. I was enjoying a conversation with both the girl and her mother when suddenly the topic of transgender came up. I got a little nervous because I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I hear people speaking negatively about these sorts of topics and as I mentioned, my store is in a very upscale, white, conservative area…

Anyway, the girl starts telling us that her friend prefers to be a boy now. She says it very simply and comfortably and it made me happy to see her talk about it as if it was really no big deal.

Her mother says

“How does she even know what transgender is though? She’s a little young to be making a decision like that. I really think the media is taking things too far with all this gay stuff. I’m not against it or anything, but didn’t you just tell me two boys in your class are dating too?”

The girl said that yes, two boys she knew were dating and another boy she knew was gay also. (And she also corrected the pronouns her mother used for her friend)

“I don’t mind that she knows that homosexuality is,” the mother said. “But I don’t think it should be taught at such a young age. Did you know it’s on Disney channel now?”

It took me a moment to respond, I just kept painting the girl’s face until I could figure out what I wanted to say.

“Well,” I said. “We tend to teach heterosexuality literally from the time a child is born. Most children’s books and movies are even centered around a romance of some kind like a Prince and a Princess for example. There’s rarely a children’s movie that comes out where the main male and female character don’t end up marrying each other in the end. If we don’t have a problem flooding our children’s minds with heterosexuality from the time they are able to sit up and watch a movie on their own, what is so wrong with showing them two boys or two girls being in love? We aren’t showing them sex. We aren’t showing them anything inappropriate. Since when is love inappropriate? If we show them love in all it’s forms (be it gay or straight) from an early age, they will see that it’s all perfectly normal and natural and maybe we can finally put homophobic the past…”

The woman considered this for a second and then said “I just feel like they see it and then they start to think that they might be too.”

“And maybe they are. But isn’t it better for them to know that it’s okay? They aren’t hurting anyone.”

Then the girl said. “No ones going around just thinking they are gay because they know what gay is, mom. I know what a chicken is, that doesn’t mean I’m going to wake up tomorrow and start clucking.”

I loved this kid. I hope she does well in all of her endeavors