I struggled with how I could start telling the story of what the last ten years have been for me.
Where do I start?
How much can I share?
Is it even worth telling this story?
Should I use real names?
Is this healthy?
I don't have the answer to most of those questions but I can definitely start by saying 2014 was a very wild year for me. I'll start with New Year and how I met some people you'll read about a lot in the little stories I'm about to post, I hope they don't mind me talking about it, but if they end up knowing about this, then that means I've reached a lot more people than I expect right now.
I had become friends with this very charismatic German guy, Nico, he was a wild party animal just like me at that age so we had the best of times going out. He was throwing a New Year's Eve party at his parents beach house, and as one of his closest friends in Peru at the time, I got to ride with him a few days before. And what a beautiful way to end the year, getting drunk and tanned for five days straight.
On the day of the party we had a lot of Nico's friends come over from the city, party was on. I had my own room I eventually had to share with five people because they didn't have where to put their stuff and get ready. As soon as I got out of my room looking gorgeous I saw him, the boy who'd ruin part of my early 20s, Mark. He was tall, unbothered, uninterested, had a beard, and was a drummer. Any Tumblr-using girl and gay's dream in 2014. The best way I could have him pay attention to me was, of course, his friends, Aria and Mabel, a very fun lesbian couple, A was a bubbly odd girl who had lived in the UK for the longest time, it's no surprise we became really good friends. Mabel was more of a masculine and careless rockstar girl, she had a great singing voice and was very protective of me because, to some degree, was amused by my personality in the cruel godless world we lived in.
Back in reality, aka Lima, it was summertime after the holidays, so I was ready to have the time of my life, and boy I did. I started hanging out with my friend JJ's new friends, including a very special boy, Stephen, What a summer fling that was, I was excited to be dating someone who was out and honest about his sexuality. After the whole high school boyfriend who's in the closet and still denies we ever had any sort of relationship, this was a breath of fresh summer air. But it was meant to be just a summer fling, I self-sabotaged and before I knew it, it was over. We managed to stay friends, until this day, actually.
That same year I landed a job I really liked, and in the most unexpected way. I was at a very underground party that also happened to be an art installation, just another typical Friday night for me. With all the cool people who look like a French influencer and smoke cigarettes every five minutes, and what a beautiful time when we could smoke inside parties. I had never been one to approach someone I liked, I was always shy, but that night I decided to do it. This guy was visiting from the US. He was tall, handsome, and everything I wanted that night. I was very surprised when after some conversation he proposed something very wild and indecent, I was very open to the experience so I said yes and we went to one of the rooms (it was a big house) where a light installation was, hid behind the door and I got on my knees. Five minutes later we said our goodbyes and never saw him again. Sad, but we've all had randoms at one point or another, so fuck you if you're judging.
At the moment of the cigarette post fellatio, I was chatting with the throuple that so kindly guarded the door as I performed my party trick, when I was asked by a random girl for my lighter. She looked like the coolest person and had such a fun vibe to her, she beat me to the compliment. I always get excited when I receive a compliment on my outfit, especially from a cool girl. However, I was not expecting her to ask me if I wanted a job as a "visual merchandiser". And that will forever be the best way anyone has ever offered me a job.
"I love your outfit! Do you work in fashion? You should.
We're looking for a visual merchandiser, send me your resume tomorrow"
-A
It was a very short time that I worked there but it also happened to be around my 20th birthday. So, naturally, I invited my coworkers to the celebration. Stephen and I had become friends by then, but I didn't expect one of my coworkers, George, to make a move on him. They dated for a while, which I wasn't happy about. I'm not proud to say I was mean to George, I kept it professional, but I was mean. Stephen and I stopped talking. I've always said I was raised on mean girl shit, it's always going to be in me, and I've learned to accept and embrace that. After I was fired from the job (not related to being a cunt to George) I spiraled into very dark times.
Another breakup that happened was Aria and Mabel. Both of them had become very good friends of mine so they had share custody of me. Aria had also become friends with Stephen, and just like that, he was back in my orbit, and so was Chiara, a girl I met partying who eventually realized we had been to the same school together. And then there was Daniel, a very tall, chivalrous man. There's a fun story there but I think it deserves its own entry. Let's just say I confirmed my sexuality with the experience. After all "how can you know you don't like it if you've never tried it". We became a fun and loving little group until it wasn't fun or loving anymore, and I was back to being single and fabulous 20-year-old me.
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