My second year of college, I moved into apartment style housing on campus with three good friends. We lived across the hall from an awesomely fabulous plus size brown girl and her five gay, male roommates. They used to throw these parties full of sugary sweet cocktails, high energy and notoriously bad dancing that would last into the wee hours. If you’ve never been a straight girl at a gay male party, I highly recommend you add it to your bucket list. The men actually just want to dance with you and if you want to try out Beyonce’s Crazy in Love booty pop without anyone judging you? Go ahead… the guys will pull together to convince you into believing you are actually doing it better than Beyonce (I still can’t do that dance… but I still try, haha).
Anyway, my friend, Christine – who was/is hands down, the best dancer in my college circle, turned into a cross between Kevin James from Hitch and Hugh Grant in Love Actually – she just couldn’t keep up with his obviously well-thought out and meticulously practiced routine. I mean, what else would you expect? Most of us don’t live in a musical, prepared to break out into choreographed routines at any given moment. Except Hector… Hector was made for moments like that.
To this day, it is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
The day I sat down to finish my novel, this story popped into my head It all just reminded me of how awesome is to be different. How awesome it is to own it. If there is nothing else I hold on to in my life. It has to be that.
I have to call Christine and remind her of that… I need a good laugh.
*names changed
Love and Light,
Faye

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