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By your defiance. By the simple, complicated fact of who you were. Outside of the cities, the connections were harder 7 Two Boys.

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But we were there. Even if we thought we were the only ones, we were there. There are few things that can make us quite as happy as a gay prom. It is an unlikely place for a blue-haired boy and a pink-haired boy to meet. Kindling does not have enough gay kids to support a prom on its own.

So tonight the cars drive in from far and wide. Some of the couples drive in together, laughing or fighting or sitting in their separate silences.

There are boys in tuxedos, boys adorned with flowers, boys in torn hoodies, boys in ties as skinny as 8 Two Boys. And girls. If we went to our proms, we went with girls. Some of us had a good time; some of us looked back years later and wondered how we had managed to be so oblivious about who we really were. A few of us managed to go with each other, with our best female friends covering as our dates.

We were invited to this ritual, but only if we maintained the story line of our supervisors. It was more likely for Neil Armstrong to invite us to a prom on the moon than it was for us to go to a prom like the one being held in Kindling tonight.

Ten minutes later, Avery walks in with his hair the color of a Mary Kay Cadillac. Ryan is from Kindling and Avery is from Marigold, a town forty miles away. We are not unanimous about the hair. Some of us 9 Two Boys. Others of us wish we could go back and make our hair mimic the Jell-O our mothers would serve us in the afternoon. We are rarely unanimous about anything. Some of us loved. Some of us were loved.

Some of us never understood what the fuss was about. Some of us wanted it so badly that we died trying. Some of us swear we died of heartbreak, not AIDS.

Ryan walks into the prom, and then Avery walks in ten minutes later. We have witnessed this scene so many times before. Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way? Ryan and Avery do not see us.

They do not know us, or need us, or feel us in the room. And Avery looks up at just that 10 Two Boys. Some of us applaud. Others look away, because it hurts too much. We always underestimated our own participation in magic. That is, we thought of magic as something that existed with or without us. They are magical because we create them, and then deem them so.

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Ryan and Avery will say the first moment they spoke, the first moment they danced, was magical. But they were the ones — no one else, nothing else — who gave it the magic. We know. We were there. Ryan opened himself to it.

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Avery opened himself to it. And the act of opening was all they needed. That is the magic.

Focus in. The blue-haired boy leads.

He feels what we know: The supernatural is natural, and wonderment can come from the most mundane movement, like a heartbeat or a glance. Hear their heartbeats. Listen close. Now draw back. See the other kids on the dance floor. The comfortable misfits, the torn rebels, the fearful and the brave. Dancing or not dancing. Talking or not 11 Two Boys. Draw back farther.

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We are standing in the eaves. Say hi if you see us. And underneath that would be the assumption — the fear — that death equaled silence.

Sometimes you glimpse that horror. When someone close to you gets sick. When someone close to you gets sent to war. When someone close to you takes his or her own life. Every day a new funeral. It was such a large part of our existence. Imagine being in a school where a student dies every day. Some of them your friends. Some of them just kids who happen to be in your class. You keep showing up, because you know you have to. You become the bearer of memory, and also the bearer of sorrow, until it is your turn to be the one who is gone, the one who is mourned.

You have no idea how fast things can change. You have no idea how suddenly years can pass and lives can end. Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given. Craig Cole and Harry Ramirez are planning their big kiss. There have been months of preparation leading to this kiss, and now here they are, the night before.

Most kisses only require two people, but this one will end up needing at least a dozen. None of those other people are in the room right now. They know they need their sleep.

They should be going to sleep, but good company is the enemy of sleep. We remember this feeling so acutely — the desire to linger away the hours with someone else, talking or holding or even just watching a movie.

In those moments, the clock seems arbitrary, since you are setting your understanding of time to another, more personal measure. His parents are out for the night, the dog already asleep. Because the house feels theirs, the world feels theirs. Why would you want to close your eyes to that? At some point they will. But 13 Two Boys. Eventually Harry will leave Craig curled on the couch. He will tuck Craig in, then tiptoe back to his own room.

They will be in separate places, but they will have very similar dreams. We miss the sensation of being tucked in, just as we miss the sensation of being that hovering angel, pulling the blanket over his shoulders, wishing him a sweet night.

Those are the beds we want to remember. We are excited for the kiss tomorrow. Pink-haired Avery was born a boy that the rest of the world saw as a girl. But for us it was easier to hide. For Avery, there is a thicker chain of biology to break. At a young age, his parents realized what was wrong. We look 14 Two Boys. In our day he would have been trapped by an insurmountable body in an intractable world.

The blue-haired boy sees him — this is for sure. But does he see everything, or only what he wants to be seeing? This is always one of the great questions of love.

Ryan is more worried by time, and what to do about time. The same place he learned to swim. The same place he took rec- league basketball when he was nine. He can sense his friends watching from the sidelines, whispering about what will happen next. This only amplifies his own need to know. Time is running out, but what is it running toward? Should he stop and talk to this boy more, before the DJ plays the last song and the lights come back on?

Or should they stay like this, paired by the music, cocooned in a song? Because, yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words. We know what their best chance is, and in this, the DJ does not disappoint. As most DJs will at some point in an evening, he spins a song that means a lot to him and nothing to anyone else present.

Within seconds, the floor starts to clear. Conversations rise from a buzz to a clamor. Both Avery and Ryan stop.

Neither wants to leave if the other wants to stay. By all rights, he should switch the song. He dials up the boy right now and holds his phone into the air. Not all songs need to be for dancing. There will always be the next song, to draw the dancers back. This is what happens when you become very ill: Dancing stops being a reality and becomes a metaphor. More often than not, it is an unkind one. I am dancing as fast 16 Two Boys.

As if the disease is the fiddler who keeps playing faster and faster, and to lose step is to die. You try and try and try, until finally the fiddler wears you down. January 2, Levithan, David. July 15, Task 2: Connection to a Poem To Live and To Love, is a poem constructed by author Elizabeth McCrorie that simply states morals of love, the difficulty of actually living, and personal demeanor.

While reading this poem I have come to realize that it contains many similarities between My first book, Every day. To understand their parallels you must know the background behind the book. Every day this character is placed in a new body and is faced with challenges of adjusting to a new environment. A only knows how to adapt but has never learned to truly learned to live until one day A accidentally falls in love with a girl named Rhiannon.

Each day means a new body but his mind is stuck in love. The novel Explores fictional ideas of love, Subscribe to view the full document.Every day a new funeral. All of these are possibilities, and they all play at the same time in my head.

I dont blame her for thatIm sure she has better things to do. He was on his way to download a flyswatter, a small hand-operated printing ma- chine that he then set up in his tiny apartment. No, really. Do not ignore these things. But does he see everything, or only what he wants to be seeing?