I've been doing some deep shut up deep for me thinking lately about all sorts of crap, so I was working on a blog post about it.
It was getting a little long.
I read the whole post over just now and realized: it's boring.
And fuck boring! Fuck introspective thinking!
Birds are chirping.
Foals are trying out their wobbly new knees.
Baby lambies are being born.
It is Spring and I want to be happy.
I bet you do, too.
So, in the spirit of delighting ourselves, let's look at something we've never seen before.
Something really amazing:
A happy Coming Out story.
It's sunny out! It's warm!
Who's ready for Dykes Come Out #2???
It was 2002, and I was at the tender age of 14.
My crush was a freckly tomboy.
She hemmed and hawed about dating me because we were, um, in 8th grade and lived in Texas.
Jesus god, I can't believe this story.
They should make D.'s Coming Out story into a children's book.
We'll call it Rainbows and Kitties and Bluebirds: It's Ok To Be Gay.
We'll get Madonna to ghost-write it.
Moms will go crazy trying to get signed copies.
What a perfect story, D.!
Ask your parents if I can come over for dinner, mmkay?