Everlyn
I never been one to stand out. I combed my hair in normal, ordinary styles, never wore make-up, perfume or lipstick, always stayed far from bacchanal and loved everything others loved and don't know why. Maybe I didn't like it, standing out, or the attention from other people was too much. But no matter what I do I always stood out just a little bit.
'I had perfect features' My mom would say. Perfect golden brown skin, that shined in the sunlight, beautifully rounded doe eyes with naturally long eyelashes, and a tall, slender figure that other girls always envied. I hated it. I made me the first choice of bullies and a vent for victims.
In my friend circle, I had both outgoing and quiet friends with me, who adapts to their feelings. What did you expect? I am an ambivert. Anyways as the ambivert and adaptatable person that I am, my mom managed to convinced me to go out on carnival; which I never did before and let's just say I saw a lot. People were basically wearing thongs, lingeries, short shirts, sheer tops with nipple covers and bathing suits for women and just bathing shorts or a t-shirt or vests with short pants for men. In carnival, most things were allowed. Women whining on women and then on men, music beaming loudly from music trucks and boom boxes set up by the roadside and rum and puncheon bottles and red solo cups were being drank from on the streets. The only things that wasn't allowed was public sex, fights and probably littering. With the last one was being done in mass as litter filled the drains.
My mostly innocent eyes seen it all and was amazed. I kept muttering to my mom," Mom, don't look that way or don't look this way" as there were people everywhere in revealing clothes and whining as a couple or in a train. After walking for a while, meeting my brother lower down the street with his friends and my mom constantly urging me to whine up on a boy, with me always saying no, my mom and I stood up near the road, opposite a boom box playing loud music, and people watched. We saw how women whining but not receiving any attention would get hipped up by other women or girls slapping their ass, how when real good music starts to play everyone would start to dance, even us, and the amount of boys that passed me hoping that I would give them my first whine only to be soon disappointed when they saw my hands on my mom's shoulder. Anyways as I glanced through the crowds, I saw a person whining by themselves. At first, I honestly thought it was a man because of the vest and short baggy pants they wore, how the whined with their hips pushed out for someone to get infrount, a man's whine not a woman's and the way they danced as their friend recorded them. My eyes kept drifting over to them even though I tried not to. My main attention was women and it had been mostly women since I came, so why now have a man attracted my attention?
It's not that I didn't find men attractive as there were a lot of males I admired for their looks but none I wanted to get down on one knee and marry, at least not in a long time and not here. None of them I wanted romantically, even among the women I saw there. Well that is with one exception, as just now, in a split of a second, a piece of clothing that men don't wear in their pectoral region, peeked from underneath the person's vest. That is when I was the most relieved I've been in years as that iswhen I realized the person I was attracted to, more than any man or woman here, was, in fact, a masc lesbian.
