when i was little, i used to tell people that one day i would have a best friend who was a boy.

they would laugh and smirk, because i was seven and i probably meant “boyfriend” (she’s at that age already?) and they would tell me that I would never have a best friend who was a boy because i was a girl; boys did not want to be friends with girls.

thinking on it now, i still wish that i had a best friend who was boy. not a friend in general, i have more of those than i have friends who are girls, but

a best friend. not a stereotypical gay best friend all the girls seem to want nowadays (though, i wouldn’t actively turn that down); not a stereotypical rom-com best friend who is only my friend until we fall in love and live happily ever after. 

we would play video games or read comics or regular books or play music or rant about political things or watch crappy tv or cartoons. he would be the best friend i always needed and never had. he would understand me, until it came down to ‘girl’ things. he would be the person everyone would point at and wiggle their fingers and ask if something was going on. and i would say no; he’s my best friend.