Coming Out

Today Lina told me a story. It went like this:

"When I came out to my parents as a writer, my father said, 'At least you're not a poet.'"

It was actually longer than this, but I think this says it all.

The Bobby Pin Caper

I'm trying to write an essay for my creative writing class, and mostly I've been putting it off. It's about bobby pins and photography and art, I guess, or it's trying to be. But I went out tonight and when I came back, Meghan and Amanda had added to my essay. I like their section better than mine, but as I can't turn it in without feeling guilty, I want to post it here. And so, without further ado, I present: The Bobby Pin Caper by Meghan Gurecki and Amanda Knight

My camera was film, not digital, so I never even thought how scared I would be when I stepped into the dark room. I think there was a murderer in there. I said, "Don't murder me!" He said, "But I've been planning this for days," as he pulled out his weapon of choice--a bobby pin. I said, "Are you going to kill me with that bobby pin?" He said, "How did you know I had a bobby pin? This room is too dark to see anything." I said, "If I do not know you have a bobby pin because I cannot see it, then I do not know you are here because I cannot see you." "You're absolutely right," he said.
That was the last I heard of the murderer with the bobby pin. The next time I went into the dark room there was a picture developing. It was a picture of a bobby pin.