Dear queer diary,
Once upon a time shortly after high school, I remember getting ready at a friend's house for a rocky horror show at a nearby theater. What started as 3 people, turned into a hoard of teen girls in wigs and fishnets, followed by a group of guys that were pranking us. The living room, bedroom, and bathroom had been taken over as dressing rooms. Girls were putting on their eyeliner and glitter shadow while sharing a mirror. The girls that were ready were off to the side, talking about nothing, adjusting their corsets or lacing their thigh highs. Every seat in the room was occupied, and at one point, my high school best friend came over to the chair I was on and sat on my lap. I have never been very in tune with platonic affection but this was it. I put my feet up in the foot rest. She had been getting over a cold and wasn't feeling the best about going out so late. I don't know if she did it herself, or if I told her she could lean back if she wanted to. She had her head next to mine and I remember so clearly the way I kept her close. I was holding my friend physically in my lap for the first time. For all that we had experienced together in the past 4 years, I got to keep her and comfort her. It was in that moment I knew I wanted to take care of her. This wasn’t sexual or romantic, but it awakened a deep-seated feeling of love I had never experienced before.