1. assigned male person buys some big gold hoop earring from me at work, says, “i’m into gender bending you know? do like these? do you think they’re good? cuz i want to gender bend. i’m british. i don’t care what these fucking americans think about me- i want to gender bend.” and i’m like, yeah they’re awesome earrings, go for it. and person pays, tries to put the earrings on, can’t, so i offered to help. and person’s like “thanks, thanks. i’m a hetero, but like i said, i’m into gender bending” and i say ha, for sure, i’m gay mostly, i’m into gender bending too. and person says “well, thanks man! ma’am! man! awesome!”
i love my life
2. straight boy hit on me at work some weeks ago, and i’d been trying to decide if having straight [piv] sex would totally trip me out or not, so i called him. went over to his house. spent a pleasant (in the unimpressive sense of the word) evening talking about his bookshelf, which featured exceptional white male authors. asked if he knew, among all the great classics, what was missing. he thought about it, took some guesses. and i said no, none of those. women.
he admitted that i was correct.
i said, after he played me chopin (the highlight of the evening) i’m usually gay, but i’d have sex if you want. he was somewhat taken aback. and i learned that i don’t in fact trip out having penetrative sex with flesh dicks. kinda awesome.
3. one of the people i’m dating washed dishes the whole entire time that i was washing dishes at a free dinner we were at. he’s pretty crush worthy. kind of a big fan.
4. have drink plans with someone in a moment. someone said i should pick where ever i wanted to go. so i picked. and someone didn’t want to go there because he didn’t want to run into any one he knew. so i suggested that when one is pickier than one’s company, one might do chivalrous thing number one-make an awesome plan as opposed to chivalrous thing number two-let company decide where to go. someone said place i picked was fine after all.
what i should have done is asked why. i asked later. his reason was ok. i’m just used to that sentence being less than ok. he said he figured as much, right after he’d sent it. good friend. excited to start hanging out more.
5. L thinks i deserve to be treated really, really, really well and gets fussy at me if i think about hanging out with people who treat me pretty well or good most of the time or good sometimes or things like that. i don’t totally agree, because i’m not *that* special, but i totally love that she thinks it.
made him food, made out, made our way to chatterbox, made for such a lovely early wake up. and then i had a great time at the cece fundraiser (you should be following: supportcece.wordpress.com) and we went to chatterbox again. 
