Meet Cute Diary

To everyone who’s felt too mixed, too Black,

too queer, or too trans to have a happily ever after—

here’s your permission to make one for yourself.

my feelings haven’t faded, and I’m starting to think they never will, and now I’m tearing everything apart over the fear of not being able to hold on to the one thing I know I can’t have

How are you more confident driving than you are with human interaction?” I ask.

E smirks. “I guess that just tells you how terrifying humans can be.”

I hate knowing that the people I love are only one relationship away from deciding I’m not that important anymore.

Being between labels sometimes feels like I don’t belong anywhere, or I’m just making something out of nothing because I don’t like what society asks of me. I know it’s ridiculous, but it doesn’t always feel like that.”

“So what do you want to use now?”

Devin looks up at me like they’re worried I’m going to get mad before sighing and saying, “Does xe/xem sound okay?”

And really, I’ve never heard those sounds before in my life, but I nod anyway. It’s not my job to tell Devin what pronouns xe can or can’t use

I wonder if there’s one little trans kid in the group who’ll find that much more confidence in coming out for having known Devin. Hell, if some trans girl I never knew personally could inspire me to embrace myself in high school, I imagine Devin opening these kids up to pronouns now will make all the difference. Imagine knowing that being trans isn’t just a thing, but a thing you’re actually allowed to do. I wonder if I would’ve found myself sooner.

back then, I was willing to be anything people told me to be. I didn’t mind that I was dying inside because I didn’t know how to live any other way. But how do you learn to breathe, then opt to be suffocated day in and day out?

I’m Noah now, and really, I always have been. It’s not my fault no one believed in Noah until he gave them no other choice

I feel like I’m just sticking a
Band-Aid over a festering wound. Only a matter of time before the whole limb gets amputated.

I’m sure you won’t get shut out. I mean, you’re family. You were around first.”

I shrug. “Yeah, but first doesn’t always mean better.”