nothing says ‘check yourself’ about freaking out about my butchness and queerocity and boyishness and this that and the other like being woken up by a friend who needs you to let him in to the apartment building and seeing him waiting for you, walk-of-shamin’ it, in a glorious hot pink dress and fishnets.
there are places to worry about how the world reacts to me.
this is not one of them.