A-camp has become this place that gives me the strength to deal with the ugly in the world. i’ve never ever been a part of something that affirmed me so completely and so positively. for a week, my entire personhood is given value without anything expected in return. i’m worthy, connected, loved and am able to share the scariest and best pieces of my life with people who actually give all the rights effs. even on a superficial level, like, i get hit on at A-camp. I get told that i’m wearing a nice suit n tie, that my short hair fits me and looks good. like what the fuck? this never happens in the real world. like ok my cousin Gloria and Marcy my sister-wife alway tell me I’m beautiful and my brother thinks i’m cool and together and that he’s proud of me. it’s the unknown outside world of crazy that likes to take pot shots at weirdos like me, you know? i know that i’m not traditionally attractive. i know that with one haircut appointment, i’ve completely turned into the scary fat butch dyke that runs around with her gay agenda trying to turn people’s virgin daughters into promiscuous homosexual whores. i have a magic dildo wand that does the actual turning btw.
at a-camp everyone has that same magic dildo wand and it bursts with love, glitter, sparkly tights, sick ass bowties, polyamorous platonic life partnerships, pineapples for dinner and mean cunts that tell you that you’re foxy while also telling you to not rub your yankee hat on their boobs. it’s the best place in the world.
