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So...there's this lady in my photo class named Marcia. She is about 50 and is very active in her church. She is loosing weight just like me, well not just like because she's on WW. So, anyway this lady has been in a couple of my photo classes and is always friendly. She talks about her church and family and it's pretty polite conversation. Well, yesterday she's telling me about how her family went to Disneyland this weekend and it turns out that (she leans over, puts her hand over her mouth and whispers) it was gay day! Can you imagine the nerve of those people looking at her son? And her husband, well he wouldn't leave her side because he doesn't like that sort of thing. Thos boys should be looking at girls, not her son. Soooo, I listen to her story with amusement and then walk over to another friend and say, "Marcia has no idea I'm gay does she?" and the other friend laughs and was like, "I know, what was that all about?"
I think the lady is seriously dense not to notice that I carry a rainbow messenger bag with gay rights pins all over it. I talk about my girlfriend, with no mention of a boyfriend or husband ever. She has even asked and I told her I live with my GIRLfriend! I have a shirt that I wear on occasion that says "Dip me in honey and feed me to the lesbians" but I guess that didn't clue her in. How odd that I may actually, after 3 years, have to come out to someone.

It's noon and I just crawled out of bed. We were up drinking until 2:30 last night. A friend from class came over and we made pizza and drank some beers. I smoked 2 cigarettes and got a buzz. Funny how you forget that the first time you smoked you got a little buzz.

Well, I have more essays to write. Cheers.