I tend to look over old writing whenever I get in a slump, because seeing things I could do better now and things that are surprisingly good for being however many years ago gets me in a good headspace for writing. 

But looking back right now is making me laugh a lot, because what I’m reading is from before I’d acknowledged that I even wasn’t straight (though I’d had feelings for girls– they were “exceptions”) and before I was purposefully writing any queer characters, and one of the characters I remember very clearly basing on myself is gay. She straight up falls in love with another girl, something I hadn’t planned for but happened anyway, and she never shows any interest in guys, and this didn’t raise any suspicion in me. 

My entire life is just me laughing at myself now.