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" But at home, that same day he'd jumped into the fountain, he'd gotten so anxious, pacing around the living room listening to his parents try to calm him, that he suddenly just lost it completely and slapped his face. He immediately started crying, confused and guilty, looking up at his parents like he had no idea how it happened. And, really, that's the way it always was with the hitting. It would happen so fast, his body shaking to release the tension that built up from all the thoughts swirling through his mind and all the air he was having trouble breathing and all the loud beating of his own heart ringing in his ears. It had to get out and that was the path it chose. Slap. Instant relief. "
― John Corey Whaley , Highly Illogical Behavior
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" — Do they know? That you're gay?
— Why waste their time with it? It's not like it'll ever be an issue anyway.
— Yeah, but, it's who you are, right?
— I guess so, — he said. — I don't really know how to be any way else.
— When did you know?
— I was twelve, maybe. Something I just knew one day, even though I hadn't known it the day before.
— So it's like that, huh? A feeling? Not just being into other dudes?
— Oh no, it's that too. Of course it's that. But it's more, I think. Not so much a feeling as a fact, like having blue eyes or brown hair. It's just maybe something you don't discover until you're ready to understand it better.
— Like being straight, — she said. Only we don't have to deal with all that closet bullshit.
— Bingo, — he said. "
― John Corey Whaley , Highly Illogical Behavior