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[iphisol]

This thing keeps happening lately where, like, themes are immediately called back to me in conversation in ways that make me want never to interact with humans again. It's frustrating because I'd like not to be angry sometimes! Like, about a week ago, I was explaining to someone that I'm a little reluctant to try to get involved with the queer community here because I've been burned so many times in the past by clueless, unintentionally fucked up queer communities, and the person I was talking to responded with exactly the same kind of self-serving, marginalizing bullshit I had been trying to call out a single sentence earlier- while he was in my house, two days before my birthday. Or today, somebody I work with made a joke/allusion involving Michael Stipe, gay sex and AIDS, which made me feel less sad that he has already quit this job and will not be working here in a week- and then two hours later a customer bought a copy of Borrowed Time, by Paul Monette- this brutal, sad memoir about losing his partner to AIDs in the eighties- that has been sitting on the shelf for like five months, since I bought it for the store.

Thanks, universe, for keeping those lessons coming.