What’s that?“ is a poem explaining my view on Biphobia through my own experiences. This written entry into Expression 2016, “What’s That?” was entered by Kaycee Barnes
Biphobia.
It’s not a word you hear often.
Homophobia is well known. Transphobia is well known.
But Biphobia? What’s that?
This written entry into Expression 2016, “Dear 12 Year Old Me,” was entered by Abby Robertson
Dear 12 year old me,
That time you kissed your friend at her birthday party: it’s nothing to feel shame over. Even if it was a bit impulsive and unexpected, it wasn’t wrong.
About all of those crushes and obsessions you have been having with girls lately: they’re more than “friendships”. That’s entirely okay!
That older girl from camp that you email and ring incessantly? She’s kind, she’s funny, she’s cute, and she’s also 100% heterosexual. Whatever you’re looking for: it’s not going to happen. Spoiler alert: she gets married…to a dude.
This screenplay, “Call Me Evan,” was entered into Expression 2016′s written work category by Alex Smith
INTRODUCTORY SCENE:
In a Cemetery; it is four o’clock in the evening. One of the main protagonists, MARCEL KINGSTON is standing in front of a grave. He is mourning the loss of his dear friend EVAN MAGUIRE while holding a single red rose in his hand. A voiceover narration comes from Marcel.
MARCEL: (Voiceover) Never have I ever thought that this moment would come. I never thought that I’d be visiting the grave of someone who was once a close friend of mine. You could say we were best friends, perhaps even lovers. But now I stand in front of the grave of Mr Evan Maguire who was taken away so young. I will miss you forever Evan Stanley Maguire…
This written entry into Expression 2016, “I Am Different,” was entered by Jasmine Nguon
Bullied. Different. Suicidal. Misunderstood.
I am different. When people hear, they look at me like I have a third eye, like I have no nose, like I’m a monster. People give me weary glances, scared to go near me as if this is a disease and they don’t want me to contaminate them. They look at me like I’m dumb, like I chose this.
I didn’t.
This written entry into Expression 2016, “Cheesy,” was entered by Jennifer Alderton-Moss
He took in a deep breath and looked back at his reflection. This was crazy.
Alistair Mensa did not get nervous. As the schools head boy and prom king, he was always confident to the point of arrogance. Yet here he was, sweating himself silly over some stupid boy. Then again, Demetri wasn’t just any boy. He was perfect.
He’d asked out hundreds of people. He could do this. It would be easy.
This written entry into Expression 2016, “Sick,” was written by Kaycee Barnes
I am sick, and I am tired and I am scared and I am sad and I am angry.
I am sick.
I am sick of feeling ashamed.
I am sick of living in fear.
I am sick of my community being rejected by society because of who they are, and who they love.
I am sick of my people being hunted, being killed because they want to live, being themselves.
Sickness is the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, cotton balls in my head.
Sickness is a tidal wave pushing me further away from shore.
Sickness is sinking below the waves.
Sickness is wanting to stay in bed, warm and safe.
Third place in Expression 2016′s writing category went to Miriam
Roberts-Thomson for her piece “Coffee Bliss”
They found Emma’s almost completely by accident.
Isaiah and Lucas had been on their way to the local Starbucks to do some work when the rain started. Working in their flat was like some sort of slow torture; their hyperactive brains distracting them from even attempting when they were in the same room as their consoles. Besides, Starbucks was warm, and the coffee was decent, if overpriced, and the wifi was better than at their dorm, so…