saves girl covers of boy songs in my “queer shit” bookmark folder
how many years have i lived five minutes from squirrel hill, how many weeks have i been standing at this bus stop, and not realized that the squirrel hill bike racks are shaped like squirrels.
(shrink is a sneaky bastard. my homework this week is to email her every day about something i did to get my life together. which means every day i have to do something to get my life together. SNEAKY BASTARD.)
like i’m wearing a hat and sunglasses, CLEARLY i’m asleep over here and oblivious to the world.
a cool thing: grownass adults, out walking with small children they should supposedly be examples for, TURNING THEIR HEADS TO STARE at a stranger whose gender they cannot immediately identify
important: i look like a boy, but NOT like my brother. very important.
i like double-long buses i like sitting in the bendy middle section it makes me feel like i’m in a terrible grungy sci-fi show
things: with my hair up in the hat i look like a boy with boobs.