I still refuse to believe. I was taken for a complete blow this weekend. My whole childhood, it crumbled before me. All these memories, they no longer seemed correct. I doubted everything I knew and loved when I was little. There's this odd, vacant hole in my heart that doesn't know how to process these things. I just feel so....used. So, betrayed to. Lied to. It was all a lie. They never told me? Why? Why couldn't they come out and just say it? Why did they let me assume things that weren't true? Now, I can never trust them again.
Magenta was a fucking boy. What. The. Fuck. I got that Blue was a girl, and Periwinkle was a boy, but I NEVER expected Magenta to be a boy. Goddamn, Nickelodeon was going against some gender roles there. Blue is for boys, pink is for girls. They totally changed that shit up. No one ever knew they were totally for Prop 8. Well, Nickelodeon, I salute you. I just wish you had told me. I didn't have to hear it from my friend who our musical director dated Steve(who by the way, is looking mighty fucked up, and is 35. Poor guy).