So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
Please stop equating straight-passing relationships with heterosexuality. Queer doesn’t always mean gay and when you insist that it does you are telling me and every other non-gay queer person that our identities and relationships don’t matter because we’re not ~queer~ enough.
This is why I always refer to Micah as “my partner” instead of as “my boyfriend.” The other way, people pretty much always assume I’m heterosexual, which is definitely not the case.
“I just really don’t want to care about you more than I should, because like I said, it’s not mutual. So what does that make me? Some creepy North Carolina girl that never leaves you alone while you’re trying to enjoy a quiet evening on AIM and always spells ‘peace’ wrong!”
-from the Myspace message I sent to Micah in 2009 telling him my creepy romantic feelings for him
(He always said “peace” when he was signing out of AIM and I always replied with “piece” because I was just that clever)
If I were to make t-shirts that said “Save people, not boobies”, with proceeds going to breast cancer organizations (that aren’t the Susan G. Komen foundation or any other organizations with similar practices) would people buy them?