Hormones and Queer people
Today I am menstrual. I have a lot of insane chemical action going on in my brain. For the past week or so, I've been all over the place. Confused, angry, over-joyous, quiet, etc. This all climaxed last night when I went to the queer fashion show at UCSC. It was a "fashion show" advocating for gay rights and human rights. There were some amazing acts demonstrating through dance and amazing costumes the feats of people breaking through the stereotypes and reaching truth. It was so powerful to me, I cried the entire time. Sheer sobs. Bauling. I sang along with the music, I felt the dances. I'm going to be in it next year- or at least I'm going to try to. The people in it were such amazing dancers and I had such a good time.
Besides that. My room is a mess, but I cleaned every other aspect of the apartment today. I am still recuperating from (or rather, still in) my crazy field day of hormonal confusion. Will somebody tell me again why I went off the pill? AHHH! I've eaten so much chocolate in the past few days. I'm going crazy. What do you think I need? Or rather... don't need. I'll tell you. I don't need all of the food I'm eating. I'm going to dinner in like 30 minutes too. Goodness gracious.
Now, I leave you with myself:
(I am wondering in amazement at how I am able to make the other ridiculous face.)
Besides that. My room is a mess, but I cleaned every other aspect of the apartment today. I am still recuperating from (or rather, still in) my crazy field day of hormonal confusion. Will somebody tell me again why I went off the pill? AHHH! I've eaten so much chocolate in the past few days. I'm going crazy. What do you think I need? Or rather... don't need. I'll tell you. I don't need all of the food I'm eating. I'm going to dinner in like 30 minutes too. Goodness gracious.
Now, I leave you with myself:
(I am wondering in amazement at how I am able to make the other ridiculous face.)