The highlights were:
-dancing with a girl who I’m pretty sure is a.) queer, and b.) atleast slightly interested in me, please.
-I learned how to do the Cupid shuffle. It’s actually not that hard. At all. The first time I ever saw/heard it I was chaperoning a queer youth prom and thought “OMG, I’m old! I can’t keep up with the kids these days, with all their new dances!” They probably don’t even remember the macarena.
I was supposed to be interviewed for somebody’s thesis on queer women of color’s coming out stories today for the chance to win $25, but I blew it off because if I have to explain or defend my racial identity to one more person today, that person is getting punched in the face.
“ Lord, I’ve really been real stressed,
Down and out, losin’ ground.
Although I am Black and proud,
Problems got me pessimistic.
Tennessee, by Arrested Development
