A couple more

It’s such a humiliating state to be from lol.

Yes, this is the case lol (I grew up there and they’re weirdly proud of it)

Yeah, a pox on the “heteroflexibles.” Like bitch no, for you I’m the worst of both worlds.

Girl this is crazy. I’ve had some Grindr nonsense but that’s on another level, I’m so sorry.

Yeah, I’ve had this happen in the opposite direction, it’s a bummer.

The questions being asked in the trans sports issue are what is the nature of the transsexual body? Is transition real and effective? You might not choose sports as a particularly important issue in its own right, I don't, but as the proxy for these questions, it's one we simply must win in time.

Once you answer "a queer relationship is as real as a straight one," then a lot follows from that, legally, intellectually, morally, socially. It was a wedge, and winning that wedge revolutionized queer people's place in public life.

The thing about marriage equality, is that while it was a fight that a lot of queer people felt was a distraction from far more material concerns, it got straight to the heart of the issue: what is the nature of these relationships? Are they as "real" as straight relationships are?

And so there were like, levels I could read: is it vaguely in the ballpark (whisky, Italian vermouth, bitters in a cocktail or coupe), do they use rye, is the rye a real rye or just Overholt, are they just using like Martini Rossi or do they take their vermouth seriously, etc.

lol I did warn!

I find myself thinking recently for the first time since high school about the ending of Fahrenheit 451, where everyone memorizes a book because preservation is the only thing they can think to do. So yeah, I share this vibe right now.

Anyway, this has been my little eulogy for one who didn’t make it. RIP Brittany, you would have loved being gay.

She lived with me for six months after her mother threw her out for dating me. And I think in a way, when she broke up with me and moved back, she meant to reject the part of herself that was drawn to me, to my latent queerness. She was dating the cop within months and they got married within a year

I’d always assumed that it was just what her parents wanted to hear (they haaated me, bookish, atheist, limp wristed). Honestly though, I think she saw it in me. I think it’s what made our relationship kind of work in spite of itself and also made it fraught. And so I think she meant a truth by it.

When she broke up with me, she bizarrely told her parents this lie that she’d walked into my room and found me fucking a strange man (which, kind of funny given that she was *constantly* making out with women).