i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
3:17 PM: cooties
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overheard from our window: "hey! hey, why are you touching the gay person's car?"
yet another fine example of why i hate our neighborhood. what gave us away? the "no on 36" sticker? the rainbow flag? the bisexual triangle? or is it trixie's poetry magnets that make us gay? argh.