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Awkward Moments in High School 2

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on Jan. 28, 2012

OMG something that hasn't been shopped and cleaned up! QUICK! AVERT YOUR VIRGIN EYES!

Seriously, though, I have no photoshop at the moment. I had to send my laptop back to be repaired to see why it's mucking up with the internet, so until I get it back I can't clean up any of the comics I scanned over winter break. I could have just waited until I got my laptop back, but I don't want to become inactive, and I have no idea when it will be fixed. I figured that uploading traditional strips would be a decent placeholder until I get my laptop back and can doctor up the sloppiness a bit.

As for actual commentary on this strip…. This is one of those moments I'm reeaaallllyyy ashamed of. I still cringe and grind my teeth when I recall this conversation.

Back in high school, I was a homophobe, which is ironic considering about 25% of my friends are part of the LGBT. Back then, I was grossed out by all sex, but I knew there was a kind of stigma attached to people that openly said stuff like that. I also knew there was a stigma attached to men having sex with each other that made it seem like a reasonable thing to be revolted by, so I used that as a scapegoat to vent my disgust with sex.

I don't remember how the conversation got steered toward yaoi, but I pretty much shoved both feet and an arm in my mouth when I vented to her about how gross and disgusting it is. The look of anger and "You f***ing disgust me" in her eyes was much more intense than I could portray in this comic. To make things worse, this was the first time I ever talked to her. How's that for a first impression?

As soon as she came out to me and glared at me as if to kill me with her mind, fifty different alarms and sirens went off in my head, and all I could think was "TRAIN OF DIALOGUE TERMINATED! ABORT CONVERSATION! ABORT! ABORT!" Needless to say, she never spoke to me again after this conversation (And I don't blame her at all; I would have done the same thing); the damage had already been done and could not be fixed. For the rest of the school year, and all following years, I couldn't so much as glance in her direction without feeling like I just got punched in the stomach. Hell, even now I bet that if I just happened to see her somewhere, I'd immediately feel like I'd just been gut punched and want to hide before she sees me. Oh, how I wish I could go back to that point in time and stop myself. Or, better yet, give past-me a good punch in the back of the head for being such a gigantic jerk.

To all LGBT members reading this now, I want to personally apologize for being such a douchebag. I'm not this person anymore, nor do I support or tolerate people who follow the closed-minded mindset I had back then. Danielle, if you happen to see this and remember me, I especially want to apologize to you. What I said was extremely out of line and uncool, and I'm sorry.

PAST ME. Y U NO SMART?