A lover of mine broke up with me last night. That’d be hard enough on its own. But, in addition to that, my work was up for workshopping in my short fiction class tonight… and guess who a character in one of my stories was based on? Yep. For the record: Real life is officially 100 times weirder and more ironic than anything I could ever dream up.
I went into class tonight figuring that it would be, to understate, really fucking painful to workshop a story about the sweet and sexy beginning of a relationship not even 24 hours after that same relationship ended.
But. I surprised myself. I thought I couldn’t handle it, but the workshop was okay. I tried to think of the story in as detached a way as I could. To just focus on it as art, and not as memories. The workshop wasn’t painful; it was fun. I didn’t cry (I’d been worried I might, considering how fucking weepy I’ve been today). I actually laughed a lot.
The best part, by far:
The two main characters in the story are a cis woman and a trans guy, and in one of the sex scenes, both of them are using detachable cocks. The girl is wearing a strap-on; the boy is not. There was a moment where this guy in my class — who is sweet, and a good writer/classmate, and also cis and straight and not super familiar with queer culture — said that he was confused about the cocks that I mentioned in the story. My classmate, while explaining his confusion about whose cock was whose, proceeded to do this hilarious and amazing hand gesture that I think was supposed to be the two characters, like… Juggling their respective dicks?
I dunno — maybe you had to be there? But I found it HIGH-LARE-EEE-USS. “So, like, they’re switching their cocks around, who’s using which cock, I got confused, Gina, I kinda think you need the clarify the cocks question…” and all the while he’s doing this dramatic cock-juggling hand gesture.
I totally started giggling when he started in with the juggling moves. Which I think gave everyone else permission to laugh. The whole class just lost it for a minute. And I have to say, considering how my last 24 hours have been? I really needed that belly-laugh.
(Also, for the record? I’ll be okay, and me and the person in question are absolutely staying friends. I’m just a little tender right now. Such is life.)