Perpetual Coming Out Machine
I suffer from what I like to call straightface.
No one ever registers my queerness on sight. Jill says she did, but she has superpowers.
I get that ‘passing’ has its advantages, in places like rural rest-stops, for example. For just going about one’s business without feeling or hearing casual hatred. I get that when I wander a grocery store with kid in tow, I am smiled at benevolently by my more conservatively-minded neighbors. They see me as a mother with an incredibly cute child, not as one of the chief catalysts for the end of Civilization, and someone who should have her parental rights removed. By force, if necessary.
But straightface has its own pitfalls, and as someone who has never had any desire to be closeted, I have to say - I fucking hate coming out constantly. Daily. Perpetually....
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