Soft on Soft
Highlights
This is for fat anxious queer girls.
She could even crack jokes about her sexuality without needing to open a PowerPoint presentation of how her attraction worked. They just understood.
She called it Love at First Makeup Collaboration.
Using humor as a shield had been her go-to solution to ignore her emotions for a long time.
June shrugged. She was self-deprecating. It was part of the package.
“This is surreal. I usually must explain. Most often it’s to allosexual cis het people but it’s also nice that another queer—Sorry, is it okay if I use that word for you? I’ve reclaimed it, but I shouldn’t assume you have too.”
June wanted to kiss Selena’s nerves away.
The pins were magnetic and holographic, two things June loved
Did it worry her that it might become something romantic? It did. It scared her shitless.
June checked that she carried her keys, her phone, and her wallet one last time and pet her boys.
June couldn’t believe that her crush is a gay who could drive. Oh wow, her crush got even bigger.
June felt a pang in her chest. Sure, she appreciated her free time like any other introvert but letting Selena go felt like letting go of the good feeling. She didn’t like it.
One specific look had June covered in the same pattern of dots, the same pattern of Selena’s dress. The posts drew some attention but funny enough, the followers called them “Gal pals” which was endlessly ironic to them.
I’m excited that you and I belong to us.”
June’s eyes ate up the lacy bra, down Selena’s belly, which was soft and rippled with stretchmarks, very much like her own. Selena’s thighs were so lovely and thick June wondered what they’d feel like around her shoulders.
“Then yes. Comfortable describes us so well. I have fun with you but also know I can be myself which is just a bear in hibernation.”
“You’re letting anxiety talk, now. You know I hate that bitch.”
“Sweetie, all anxieties are bitches. But we are anxiety’s bitch so… we’re not even the boss bitch,” they explained with a wise look.
