It’s still difficult for me to adjust to having male attention that isn’t rife with sexual undercurrents. It’s making me realize how I’ve become accustomed over the years to using my sexuality as bait for male attention.
I’m sure part of this is just a knee-jerk reaction from growing up in a big Mormon family in Utah as a tiny queer feminist and feeling out of place most of the time.
He's my co-worker, he's my life partner, and he's a grown up, just like me.
clean things are nice
Why do I feel like a failure hiring a cleaning person? Heteronormative brainwashing? Have I not shaken the paranoid drug-house privacy thing?