i'm dealing with writer's block and i need plot threads here's what i have so far+ characters putting it under the thing for reasons of abusive dad and transphobia. the dad gets kicked out though and the mom now has her two badass partners. actors running a company out of the basement. Spoiler: gq teens Characters: Alison Pronouns: They/Her Gender: mostly feminine genderqueer thing Designated gender: male Physical description: about 5’11”/6’, brown/blonde hair, green eyes, paleish skin. Generic outfit: Yellow baggy knit sweater with a black smiley face, flower print skirt over black/dark blue leggings. Orientation: Polysexual demiromantic Zache Pronouns: Him Gender: trans man (with pieces of neutral) Designated gender: female Physical description: black, with short hair that’s usually dreadlocked, brown eyes, short. Generic outfit: the combined gender symbol on a black t-shirt, jeans. Orientation: Skoliosexual skolioromantic Aven Pronouns: They Gender: agender Designated gender: female Physical description: Taller than Zache, shorter than Alison, short (almost buzzed) hair, white, brown eyes. Generic Outfit: Wears a bowtie, grey vest, white button down and khakis (?) Orientation: Polysexual aromantic Karin Pronouns: They Gender: agender Designated gender: male Physical description: taller than Aven, shorter than Alison, blue hair to their shoulders, skin varies from pale to tan depending on the time of year. Generic Outfit: scarves, sweaters, jeans and skirts. enjoys genderfuck presentation. Orientation: Alison!sexual and panromantic --------------- Queer Camp was not officially named Queer Camp. Officially it was Shakespeare Camp & Acting Company, part summer camp part year round semi-professional acting company. It was called Queer Camp because of the population of straight people, who accounted for about five of the twenty or so regular actors. It was fairly generational, with the core group changing every four years or so, as the oldest members of each cycle went off to college (occasionally they had an actor who stuck around, but since they all lived in Fucking Nowhere, Massachusetts, this was a rarity) Karin met Alison while acting in the winter season production of Hamlet (the full, uncut script, per the director’s insistence, they’d made money with Mid Summer’s Night Eve over the summer and they seemed determined to lose it with a five hour show, especially considering a company that performed in somebody’s basement didn’t exactly scream Worth Sitting For Five Hours To Watch This Thing). They’d assumed that Alison was also acting, based purely on the fact that she was dressed rather... Loudly. That was the nicest way to describe it. Her outfit was similar to Karin’s, baggy sweaters, gypsy skirts and sneakers (though Karin wore scarves and Alison didn’t), but while Karin deliberately wore more muted colors because they liked the contrast against their blue hair, Alison’s clothes were always in bright yellows and oranges and reds and greens. It turned out that Alison was on crew, specifically the person who lifted heavy things from one part of their tiny backstage to another. This shouldn’t have been surprising, she was tall for a girl, nearly six foot. She didn’t talk that much, either, usually communicating in monosyllables or grunts. The first time Karin heard her speak a full proper sentence was when Alison’s dad came to rehearsal, barging into the basement obviously drunk, screaming about someone named Alan. “I will not have my son dressing up in drag like a littl-” he started, trying to grab her by the hair. Alison shoved his hand away, causing him to stumble back. She was taller then him by a couple inches, something he appeared to have forgotten. “You’re not allowed in here,” she said. Her voice was as low like her dad’s, except not worn ragged by rage and alcohol. “You little shit!” her dad screamed, trying to grab at her again. She shoved him again, this time with enough force that he lost his balance. Zache, one of the other crew, dashed up the stairs to alert Stef, one of Alison’s mom’s partners. -- Stef came downstairs and managed to drag Alison’s dad out of the basement. Alison was still standing in the same place, staring fixedly at the ground and fiddling with the fabric of her skirt. Karin, without really thinking about it, pulled her into a hug. “Hey,” they said, “your dad sucks.” Alison started laughsobbing, hugging Karin tighter.
