Other Gundam Wing Pairings

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"So what did they say?" I heard my voice as if from a distance. "That I look at the other boys in the locker room? That I grabbed someone's ass in the hallway? That I don't wear underpants in gym class or that I keep pictures of hot guys in my cubby? Did they say I make moves on them? Did they say I threaten their masculinity?"

The Dean said nothing. Which was answer enough. I felt strain tightening muscles in my shoulders and neck. "This is bullshit."

"Watch your tongue, Mr. Howards." The Dean stood. "I see no reason to make a big production out of this situation, Max. One of our teachers, who works with remedial students, which of course you are not-" That in response to the expression on my face, steadily more belligerent. First I'm a dangerous homosexual at large, and now I'm stupid, too! The Dean was floundering here, and once he knew it, he lost his cool and his eyes dropped away from mine. "Miss Bevere runs a counseling group twice a week for people who have trouble dealing with their sexual identity. I would like you to attend."

I sat very still now. And quiet. The Dean, having expected an outburst, looked up. And when he managed to meet my eyes, I stood.

And I said, "Dean Anderson, I'm not the one who can't deal with my 'sexual identity.' Sounds to me like you ought to take that list of names-" I pointed to the manilla folder- "and send them to your little *class*. And I think maybe you ought to go with them. 'Cause all I've heard in here is other people who don't know how to deal with *me*, not vise-versa."

Curing Homosexuality

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