“There won’t be any magic on Parks and Rec this year. Maybe chemistry. Certainly sexual chemistry between me and Rashida Jones.”
- Amy Poehler

“There’s always a subtle lesbian love story happening with my character and Amy’s character on the show.”
- Rashida Jones 

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To those of you who say that Santana deserved it, that she had it coming…no one deserves the feeling of complete and utter fear that overwhelms your mind, body and soul when you’re presented with the prospect that you might be forced out of the closet.

You say that I’m a coward for wanting to hide it from my parents, despite the fact that I’m in college? You’ve never sat with them when Buffy came on and they showed their visible disgust at a girl/girl kissing scene. You’ve never had a debate with them where their reasoning behind their hate was “because it’s wrong.” You’ve never had to sit there and question whether or not the person you’ve come to trust and think as a friend might turn their back on you and judge you for one difference. You’ve never curled up in your bed at night wondering whether or not your room would still be there for you if you ever told. You’ve never experienced that one moment of complete and utter vulnerability, a feeling that takes over your body and fills it with a paralyzing fear when you finally, finally muster up the courage to tell someone you care about that no, you’re not into boys…that you like girls.

You’ve never experienced the relief that floods your heart when they answer back as they always do, when they act as if nothing has changed between you, the love in their eyes knowing that you trusted and cared about them enough to show you the real you. You’ve never felt the shame that creeps up and always seems to linger when they answer back a little differently, start talking to you a little less, until finally you’re worth nothing more to them than a glance and an absentminded greeting barely falling from their lips before they rush away.

It’s a completely, utterly, terrifying experience to go through. And I have to go through with it every day, with every single person I meet. I judge and I calculate and I drop hints because I am so utterly terrified that by revealing one part of myself that is as natural as my lack of flexibility or my quiet nature, that I will earn the hatred of someone who barely, if at all, knows me.

No one deserves being pushed out of the closet before they’re ready, before they want to. Absolutely no one.

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