fatlardo:“So, that ‘one in four, maybe more’ thing about Samwell… it’s not, like… actually true, is
fatlardo: “So, that ‘one in four, maybe more’ thing about Samwell… it’s not, like… actually true, is it?” Dex asks, brows furrowed as he looks down at the new 2014 - 2015 prospectus, in which Holster and Ransom are featured models. Bitty nearly chokes on the gulp of beer he’d just taken. “Uh, well.” He sets his beer down, then points to Nursey. “One–” he points to Chowder “–two–” then Ransom “–three–” then finally himself “–four…” “Maybe more,” Nursey and Holster say at the same time, then fist bump, laughing. “Fuck yeah, that was ‘swawesome!” Chowder cries. “I just want to know, like, what is it about Samwell?” Dex sounds exasperated. “Birds of a feather,” Chowder says, shrugging. “Look, Poindexter,” Nursey says, “I know you’ve been fed a lot of heteronormative bullcrap your whole conservative life, but in general, people are a lot gayer than you’ve been led to believe.” Very aware of Holster and Ransom and Bitty watching him – okay, no, Bitty’s one his phone – Dex looks around. “Like, okay. I get that it’s how people are born, it’s like, genetic, right?” He looks at Ransom, who shrugs. “But, I mean, doesn’t it seem like there are… more of them now? Like, was Samwell always like this?” “Them,” Nursey says flatly, raising an eyebrow. “It’s too long to say LGBTQIA plus,” Dex says, gesturing. Holster laughs in surprise but says nothing. “Okay, first of all, essentialism is a myth. People can be born a certain way, sure, but don’t underestimate free will,” Nursey says, taking a drink of beer. “Yeah! Like, I may find a dude attractive every once in a while, but I choose not to act on it. Not saying that’s the case – well, actually, okay, it is, but like, you know?” Chowder says very quickly. “Okay,” Dex says slowly, squinting down at his bottle. He’s a bit confused. “Second of all, no, there aren’t more of us now, it’s just that we’re more visible, you know? And like, before people didn’t really have the language to describe themselves. The words just weren’t there.” “So, huh,” Dex starts, then stops. Opens his mouth once, twice. “So you’re saying there were like, trans kids around in the, like, 18th century? And pansexuals, and stuff?” Nursey finishes off his bottle and uses the hand wrapped around it to point at Chowder. “Mm, sure, but like C said, it doesn’t mean they ever acted on that and stuff. I mean, some did, of course.” Dex looks up at someone for help except Bitty’s still on his phone smirking and Ransom and Holster are gone. “Still doesn’t explain about Samwell.” “Listen,” Chowder says, drawing out the word, “say your whole life you’ve been made fun of because of, uh, your big ears–” “Fuck you, Chow.” “–and like, you go to this place where there are less people who make fun of you for your big ears. And then like, someone with a big nose–” “Really, man? I trusted you.” “–finds out, and goes to this place too, and people are nicer about his, uh, that person’s nose. Eventually people start to gather there because it’s like, a safe space, you know? Also, you really do have big ears, wow. I’m sorry! But it’s true,” Chowder finishes with a wince. “Chill, bro,” Nursey says, and Dex doesn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes, “that’s how he was born.” -- source link
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