'Not gay as in happy, queer as in "Wait, what, you wanted a response on this form?"'
I like that.
So I use the same word for myself as I've used since middle school, and remain less than gruntled that there doesn't seem to be a word for my shade of attraction, which is to say, I seem to be hit mercilessly and directly by the arrows of people at the edge of gender or who've disavowed it as a thing. "Lots of the people I date transition, and the rest make a "...gender?" face" doesn't have a flag.
"'There's not a name for a lot of things,' he said. 'Doesn't mean they don't still exist.'" —Sonya Taaffe, "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" (2016)
Edit: Unless it's a different flavor of sick, I think it's more accurate to say you maybe never stopped being sick from the last time, it just receded for your birthday and the sea because it didn't want to get murked up and kicked out of your system for sheer cheek and ingratitude. I am sorry, though.
Thank you. I am pretty sure it's a new sick: it came on very suddenly as a scratchy sore throat yesterday morning and by last night we were in full coughing, congestion mode, which is absolutely what I need to audition for a Yiddish chorus tomorrow afternoon. I am drinking all the hot water with honey.
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I like that.
So I use the same word for myself as I've used since middle school, and remain less than gruntled that there doesn't seem to be a word for my shade of attraction, which is to say, I seem to be hit mercilessly and directly by the arrows of people at the edge of gender or who've disavowed it as a thing. "Lots of the people I date transition, and the rest make a "...gender?" face" doesn't have a flag.
"'There's not a name for a lot of things,' he said. 'Doesn't mean they don't still exist.'" —Sonya Taaffe, "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" (2016)
Edit: Unless it's a different flavor of sick, I think it's more accurate to say you maybe never stopped being sick from the last time, it just receded for your birthday and the sea because it didn't want to get murked up and kicked out of your system for sheer cheek and ingratitude. I am sorry, though.
Thank you. I am pretty sure it's a new sick: it came on very suddenly as a scratchy sore throat yesterday morning and by last night we were in full coughing, congestion mode, which is absolutely what I need to audition for a Yiddish chorus tomorrow afternoon. I am drinking all the hot water with honey.