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Story time

failed2be-chill:

When I was primary school age I kissed a girl and stored the memory away and it is now one of the few memories I have left of bringing friends over even though I know I had lots of friends play at my house when I was little. And little tiny lesbian me didn’t even notice that I was a huge lesbian, although I definitely remember picking up on the girl’s odd reaction to the kiss.

I’m trying to convince myself that it was just a kiss on the cheek and I’m remembering it wrong with my revisionist history, but I just can’t say it was a kiss on the cheek because I know it wasn’t. I know the girl reacted strangely because I kissed her lips. I know she never came to my house again after that. In fact, she moved away and I never saw her again. And I buried the memory. I buried it so far down that I only now remembered it. I mean, I remembered it before now, but not the significance of it.

I had my first kiss in my old house in the living room by the piano before I was nine years old with a girl called Hannah from Kidderminster who had blonde hair and made me laugh. And it was so natural on my side that it took me over ten years before I could realise what it was. In fact, it makes me think that maybe it wasn’t even my first kiss, but rather my first kiss with Hannah. That maybe I kissed other girls, just pecks on the lips, even before then and that’s why I saw nothing strange about doing so with Hannah.

Tl;dr tiny me was a lesbian and doing lesbian things before I even knew the word lesbian and maybe I didn’t miss out on all the potential of being a young girl liking girls, maybe I did have that childhood but just didn’t notice the significance of it, or repressed the memories as I got older.

Story time

When I was primary school age I kissed a girl and stored the memory away and it is now one of the few memories I have left of bringing friends over even though I know I had lots of friends play at my house when I was little. And little tiny lesbian me didn’t even notice that I was a huge lesbian, although I definitely remember picking up on the girl’s odd reaction to the kiss.

I’m trying to convince myself that it was just a kiss on the cheek and I’m remembering it wrong with my revisionist history, but I just can’t say it was a kiss on the cheek because I know it wasn’t. I know the girl reacted strangely because I kissed her lips. I know she never came to my house again after that. In fact, she moved away and I never saw her again. And I buried the memory. I buried it so far down that I only now remembered it. I mean, I remembered it before now, but not the significance of it.

I had my first kiss in my old house in the living room by the piano before I was nine years old with a girl called Hannah from Kidderminster who had blonde hair and made me laugh. And it was so natural on my side that it took me over ten years before I could realise what it was. In fact, it makes me think that maybe it wasn’t even my first kiss, but rather my first kiss with Hannah. That maybe I kissed other girls, just pecks on the lips, even before then and that’s why I saw nothing strange about doing so with Hannah.

Tl;dr tiny me was a lesbian and doing lesbian things before I even knew the word lesbian and maybe I didn’t miss out on all the potential of being a young girl liking girls, maybe I did have that childhood but just didn’t notice the significance of it, or repressed the memories as I got older.

On the one hand don’t give up after three. But on the other, much stronger hand with multiple callouses, I have a right to be fucking fuming at this queerbaiting and I will not simply forgive them for this if they happen to release another episode which makes a sense of this shitshow.

We didn’t even hear the heartbroken version of John’s theme – John isn’t going to grieve over Mary in the same way as he did over Sherlock, and from what we’ve seen from series 1 onwards I can hazard a guess as to why

The heartbroken John theme actually does play, but only in the bit at the end when Sherlock goes to ask if he can help, and Molly tells him John would rather have anyone other than him. And it ends when Mary says Save John Watson, so there’s more evidence to the that being a threat.