So I feel bad wearing black, not supporting Mexico's liberation...but I bought a really cute skirt yesterday. And because I'm extremely bloated, decided not to wear pants.
And you thought that perimenopausal 22 year olds couldn't get their periods. Ha.
One of the phlebotomists at the cancer center came out to me yesterday. I assume I wasn't the first, since she just casually said it, but it was nifty...I always feel honored when that happens. I told her about my parents (amelia's got two mommies, everyone) and that I have a bunch of gay friends...
and while I believe strictly in nature when it comes to the nature vs. nurture argument, I still kind of wonder how I didn't turn out the same way. Honestly, at some points in high school I felt like the odd man out. meh. anyway.
So phlebotomist X mentioned an LTBQA prom that's going on during memorial day weekend. I kinda wanna go. Although, again, I'd feel like the odd man out. But that doesn't mean I don't want to go. :)