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I dreamed last night that I was RPing as an old-west sheriff in the Harry Potter universe, with wands. At one point a bunch of people had to put aside their differences and get together to defeat the Big Bad (there was a haunted house, and if you crossed your wands [i don't know why we had two?] you could feel something pushing hard against them, which was weird), I got to know the worst outlaw in our town, and she was this BEAUTIFUL Asian or Native American/Hispanic girl with curling black hair, and we got on like a house on fire because we were both Ravenclaws. (Also, we established, by asking McGonagall, that Hogwarts totally rents out the Sorting Hat to corporations who want to do personality test stuff with their employees.) And, since I was RPing, I was like, what if my character is bi and she ends up falling in love with this other woman! ...What would my HUSBAND think of that??
So, as Jen puts it, then I went home to see who my husband was. And I had made an agreement with him that HE was the boss when I was in the house and being his wife, even though I clearly had a masculine and in-charge role outside the home. And so when I got home and was in my big poofy 1860s dress and corset, he had found out I was interested in somebody else and he was being really snarky and cruel and aggressive and I was being all sad and shrinking about it. THEN some men from town showed up and were like, Sheriff! We need you in town! That big crackling field of energy we sometimes have to get together and shoot at has shown up again! If we shoot it enough it might open an interdimensional doorway, and you'll have to go through it first because you're the Sheriff! And I was like, Give me ONE MINUTE to put on my black leathers and my kickass black sheriff's hat. And as I was coming back out as the Sheriff my husband was making this nasty comment to my sister-in-law, like, If she dies doing this I'm only wearing mourning for six months, and I was like, IF I DIE DOING THIS YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR MOURNING FOR TWO YEARS. MOUNT UP BOYS; IT'S TIME TO GO FIRE AN AUTOMATIC MACHINE GUN AT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL PORTAL! and I went off and fought alien technology with my gorgeous outlaw girl-crush.
So, as Jen puts it, then I went home to see who my husband was. And I had made an agreement with him that HE was the boss when I was in the house and being his wife, even though I clearly had a masculine and in-charge role outside the home. And so when I got home and was in my big poofy 1860s dress and corset, he had found out I was interested in somebody else and he was being really snarky and cruel and aggressive and I was being all sad and shrinking about it. THEN some men from town showed up and were like, Sheriff! We need you in town! That big crackling field of energy we sometimes have to get together and shoot at has shown up again! If we shoot it enough it might open an interdimensional doorway, and you'll have to go through it first because you're the Sheriff! And I was like, Give me ONE MINUTE to put on my black leathers and my kickass black sheriff's hat. And as I was coming back out as the Sheriff my husband was making this nasty comment to my sister-in-law, like, If she dies doing this I'm only wearing mourning for six months, and I was like, IF I DIE DOING THIS YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR MOURNING FOR TWO YEARS. MOUNT UP BOYS; IT'S TIME TO GO FIRE AN AUTOMATIC MACHINE GUN AT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL PORTAL! and I went off and fought alien technology with my gorgeous outlaw girl-crush.