Snippet From My Queer Polyamorous Romance Novel, Community Witch - An Unapologetically Trope-y, Cozy,

Snippet from my queer polyamorous romance novel, Community Witch - an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships. (Looking to publish next year.) --- Aspen snorted. “What am I even going to do about tonight? I don’t know that it’s a date, but if it is… what do I do about coffee with Rav next week?”

Becks’ answering sigh was a mix of fond and exasperated. “First, it’s coffee, not a betrothal. Second, porque no los dos?”

“What?”

“It means ‘why not both’.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. But--”

Becks cut Aspen off. “You can date more than one person.”

Aspen scoffed. “I’m still not convinced I’m not too much of a disaster for one relationship, let alone two.”

“Look. Stop being a weirdo and go get dinner with the hot jock, okay?” Aspen heard Rachel yell something in the background, which Becks then repeated for Aspen’s benefit. “And send photos.”“I will not,” Aspen said firmly, then hung up.

Me, finishing a first draft: Yes. This is very good. This time, I have created something perfect.

[several weeks later, coming back to do edits]

Me: Jesus Christ.

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Me: I want to see a variety of character types and backgrounds. Is that what you have, or do you have another queer with anxiety?

My brain: I have a new original character.

Me: You're sure. You have a new idea and it's not just an anxious queer.

My brain: That is correct. I have a totally original character.

Me: Excellent! Please give me the original character.

My brain: [hands over an anxious queer]

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A bye bye bye parody from the Stacy's dad guys (Sub-Radio) - bi bi bi

And even Lance Bass approves!

And before people start dragging them for queerbaiting or whatever - the singer is actually bi.

I'm starting T in a couple days and have been experimenting with packing, and...

From a sensory perspective it's SO NICE and weirdly soothing

But packing outside the house while I'm still pre-T, holy fuck is my washroom anxiety through the fucking roof.

Like last night I was nearly in tears because I took my husband to the theater to celebrate our anniversary and a bunch of lazy straight people were lining up for the TWO all gender washrooms instead of walking downstairs, and they were all giving me funny looks as the only visibly trans person waiting to pee.

And then an usher came over and was reminding people that there are multi stall washrooms downstairs and most of the straight people decamped except for the lazy Boomer Karen in front of me who kept looking at me because now it was very obvious WHY I was waiting.

So now I'm crying in my kitchen because my husband wants us to go to the pool and I honestly wish I didn't ever have to think about gendered washrooms / change rooms again.