A feeling ebbs down deep into my gut, a daunting quiver as the flare from the cinema screen illuminates the fear in my eyes and the inability to sit still. It's just a film, I tell myself, trying to ignore the clear cowardice running through my veins. It's just a film. I sink lower and lower into my seat, the build-up, the tension, the lack of music. The silence and the stillness in the area.
A lot of queer people once they are out of the closet often claim, "I always knew I wasn't straight," or, "I always knew I was different." For me, this feels partially relatable. Partially.