I once traced the freckles on your arms at two in the morning. I said, You are the sky, and apologized
for covering you in black lines. You said
not be sorry. You said
that you liked it.
When you fell on your longboard and lost
half the skin on your left arm,
I could still see the constellations underneath.
Every time I said fuck you for three months, you said We already played that game, and you
The night you left you never said goodbye,
only looked up at me from that rock in the parking lot
where we’d spent so much time avoiding work
and other people,
and said, oh, fuck you,
and I think maybe that meant I made you feel something
other than the emptiness you try to fill.
So I said that we already played that game
and you hugged me
and as I walked away, you shouted out, rematch, next year!
and all I could think was, oh,
people saying it’s not realistic to have entire friend groups of queer kids in films or TV shows because ‘that never happens’ and instead they just have straight kids and one gay person like…… my friend group in school was made up of a trans boy, an asexual, and three bisexuals…….. like………… we exist
all i know is that when you come back from ramapo you have like 4 new tags and i gotta go and learn about all these new wonderful ppl from your posts
oh hey fair point also worth mentioning that they’re on my Cast & Crew now
But for easy reference:
I had a tetrad(? ongoing foursome?!) called the Lifeboat, which consisted of myself and:
The King of Bad Decisions. Ramapo returner. Young, brilliantly stupid, history buff, risk-taker. We kind of dragged him into poly haha whoops
The Man with the Ember Heart. Another returner. Openly poly. He spins fire, has dual citizenship in England, and kind of un/intentionally ships lots of illicit things around the world sometimes.
The Girl with the Waterfall Laugh. Also young as fuck oops. Not sure how she feels about poly in that “Oh yeah I’m down. *is ragingly jealous/insecure about it while drunk” way. New Ramapo-er, recruited by Ember, who goes to school with her. Reminds me a lot of me when I was just out of my freshman year.
Then, for the last week of camp, everyone else mostly had left (since there are less kids that week and it’s optional to stay or not). I found myself sleeping with the Nomadic Carpenter, a new Ramapo coworker who is unique in that 1) he is much older than most of us and 2) he is the father of one of the campers. He’s an artist, craftsman, and a wanderer and also in an open relationship with someone completely removed from camp life.