My mom is absolutely convinced that homosexuality is genetic. The evidence being that I have a gay great-uncle (my grandfather’s brother) on my dad’s side and a lesbian cousin on her side so distant we’ve never met. Read the rest of this entry »
This started out as a comment to Sassafras’s last entry but it got so long that I figured it could be its own post.
I have a friend, Steve, a bi non-trans man who is very chivalrous. We used to go out to dinner and I called it “heterosexual privilege night” because I could feel people watching us when he helped me on with my coat and such and it felt very different from how people look when I’m with a butch. They were probably thinking “how sweet” or “how quaint” instead of trying to figure out who we were and what we were doing together. Read the rest of this entry »
Stop and Shop, Exeter, New Hampshire, Wednesday night. I’ve got my driving snack of bread and cheese, plus I’ve perused the sale aisle and grabbed some tuna, pasta, and beans that are 10 for 10. I see her short hair first, then a rainbow beaded choker, just like the one I wore as a teenager, and a name tag - “Rachel.†She looks about 17 - a high school queer working the checkout counter.
While she rings up the person in front of me I scan the magazine rack and wish that she could see me as queer. Read the rest of this entry »
