that's the title of the email i received today from my friendly neighborhood planned parenthood clinic.
(the whole CLOSET lesbian thing comes into play here)
it gets worse.
of course the famous pride parades of Seattle and Olympia are coming up in a few short weeks.
the email went on to explain that i could,
if i so desired,
partake in a "pride parade planning party"
and meet fellow LGQTB's like myself
so I'm left wondering
(first of, how does my doctor know about this?)
but mostly, what would it feel like to go to one of these parades?
and maybe meet a nice girl
with awesome hair
who totally understands me
and we could lay in bed together for hours just talking and enjoying the feel of each other's skin
and i could bring her home to meet my conservative-christian-Nazi-parents
and my boyfriend
and my employers
and that's when reality hits.
and i actually die a little bit inside.