Oh god the grates in pools! A local rec centre has a wave pool and there’s this wall long grate protecting swimmers from the wave machine. The grate is tall as I am and is in deep water, it honestly still scares me.

As an adult that’s honestly funny, but I could see myself also having the same fear.

Roasted or fried chicken. Something about the strong smell just whips my brain into anger and disgust. I can’t think, talk or smile once I smell it. Especially in a enclosed space.

Ya I would never be able to reclaim it for myself. For my whole life it was used only as a strong negative.

It’s the same for my wife and queer. It’s a word she can’t use to describe herself without thinking of old mystery books. “Well that’s quite queer”

When I was in middle school a friend of mine used to dress up and call herself a gypsy. Due to where we live, we didn’t know that word was tied to a real life culture. We thought it meant fantasy-like hippies.

Years later I found out the actual meaning behind it and freaked out. Sadly I wasn’t still in contact with her by that time, or I would’ve told her. Though her parents would’ve complained about it…