The Invisible Queer

This was an essay in the last English class I took before I dropped out of college. I don't remember the prompt. It is complete bull. It was inspired by the musical, Falsettos. Hope you enjoy. I can still remember beating my grandfather at chess for the first time. He was proud of me. I had never seen him so happy. Growing up, my grandfather was the closest person to me. I went to him for everything before I went to my parents. For the first twelve years of my life, he was my best friend. He had taught me how to play chess when I was ten and it wasn't until I was almost thirteen that I beat him for the first time. Sometimes we'd spend hours on one game. Since my father and I were the only people who played chess with him, he really enjoyed having us over and I loved visiting him. We had remained close until I had come out to my family when I was sixteen. He was a very religious man and didn't approve of my sexuality so he wrote me out of his will. What hurts me more is ...

Long time no post! Blogger has been updated to make it easier on mobile so I may be posting more! I wanted to start posting old essays I wrote in school that I enjoyed writing. Some can be turned into short stories and will be. Others will remain in essay form. Its going to be a trial thing to see if they could possibly get some attention. Mostly so I have something to post. Thank you for the 14k views! It encourages me to post more so I will try to at least post once a week or every other week. Something like that, but I'd like to get some type of schedule for my blog. Thanks so much for supporting me.