Okay, so I was in my fifth-period class, which was P.E. today, and my girlfriend told me about a concerning interaction she had with this guy Dante, who is in a couple of my classes. The conversation went smth like this:
D: So, (deadname that he still knows me by) is your girlfriend, right?
H: Yeah, they are. Also, their name is Remy, not (deadname)
D: Okay, but if you're lying, I'm gonna kill you.
Yeah, so that was very concerning. I said I would talk to him about it since I had drama with him next.
The bell rang, and I headed up to drama. Everyone trickled in, we did attendance, and since today was a half-day, we played games instead of doing our regular make a group, get a prompt, make a skit, and perform it, routine. We started by playing Simon Says, and I got to be Simon, yay.
So we finished the game, and since our teacher had left, we just sat and talked. So I was pacing back and forth across the room writing lyrics, as one does when I heard one of the girls say, "(deadname) plus Dante ship," for some reason. So I was like, "I'm gay, you idiots, shut up," and they proceeded to mock me, as the straight teenage girls do.
The next period came around, my girlfriend came in, she asked how it went, I told her the above story, she was pissed off, and the story ends there.
And this is why being LGBTQ in my school is hard.
Also, my brother got pinkeye from me so that's been fun to deal with...