Well, he is Captain American AND the Human Torch. Doesn’t get much more heroic than that.
Ben Shapiro deserves the people who read Breitbart.
You shouldn’t need to be a hero to come out. You shouldn’t need to be brave or thick-skinned or willing to risk your whole world. But you do. And for that reason, everybody who comes out is a fucking hero.
I need to get a cool job. Like…Chris Evans’ chest waxer. This is not unlike my childhood dream of being the one who paints Lou Ferrigno green. Alas, I did not yet understand that that show had long since ended.
Today, a kid from my high school died. He turned twenty-one three weeks ago, and today he had a heart attack and crashed his car into some mailboxes.
He was friends with my little brother, and that kid has seen too many friends die, especially for a good kid who never hung out with the wrong crowd. He loses people to tragic accidents that had nothing to do with bad decisions, and it kills me that I can’t wrap him in bubble wrap and tell the world to just leave him the fuck alone.
I actually almost got kicked out of middle school for that once, but that’s not really relevant here, I guess. Except that I would do it if I could, and I thought it would help. I can’t. It won’t.
And now my baby brother, for whom I would give a kidney or a lung or my whole fucking life if he needed it, has to bury another friend and I can’t help.
I just needed to get that out. Thanks for letting me.