Felix Ever After

by Kacen Callender

What does it feel like, to love someone so much that you’re willing to publicly bare your heart and soul with a black Sharpie?

Two gay guys cuddling in the heart of Brooklyn shouldn’t feel this revolutionary, but suddenly, it does.

“You would like my grandson, I think. You two seem like very nice, gay boys.”

Brown has one of the lowest acceptance rates in the country, and I have to get in—

This is like the third time he mentions this. Too much repetition for me.

I want to prove, I guess, that I’m good enough for a school like Brown.

This book kinda reads like a diary.

“Well,” she said, “you deciding to be a guy instead of a girl feels inherently misogynistic.” She told me, “You can’t be a feminist and decide you don’t want to be a woman anymore.”

WHAT THE FUCK!!!

I’m going to destroy Declan Keane’s life.

This is so dramatic!!

Watching, watching, watching. It feels like that’s all I ever do sometimes. Watch other people dance, watch other people kiss.

Why am I always the person who just sits to the side and watches? What is it about me that no one likes, that no one wants? It’s like it’s too much for other people—me