I was a firm believer of the “match-made-in-heaven” theory. After watching a cornucopia of fairy-tale inspired movies, I’ve rejected that theory. You aren’t magically bestowed with a Babylon candle that will suddenly take you to the ruins of a fallen star. You can’t just randomly fall in love with that star and end up getting married.
Hyde Park, London, is alive tonight. The stars are out and a breeze rustles through the trees. Couples sit on benches holding hands, friends stroll around in groups chatting about the latest gossip, strangers meet underneath gas lamps to flirt, and a fox and a young Victorian woman clad in black lipstick play a friendly game of chess. Wait — a furry fox and a 19th century woman playing chess?
In a state that has been divided over a heated debate of gay marriage, an 18-year-old boy has changed the face of both sides. Openly gay since freshman year, Sergio Garcia of Fairfax High School in Southern California won the title of prom queen. What some might classify as trying to draw attention or attempt to blur gender lines, Sergio felt an empowering chance.
I felt 6 inches tall before I could stand 5 feet 2 inches. I used to think I was a coward more than I ever thought of myself as a victim. In my mind, being a victim meant I couldn’t handle my problems. I didn’t want to accept that I wasn’t capable of fixing them. I wanted to be tough. I wanted to be solid.
