In my non-left wing workplace, I like to flaunt my lesbianism. Well, ok, I wasn't always lesbian, but on my very first day of work, within 3 minutes of meeting one of my coworkers, I was asked whether I was married. Instead of saying it's none of your freaking beeswax (hellooooo. I've known you for less than 2 minutes. Don't you want to know the proper way to pronounce my name first????????), I said no. Then she asked me if I was engaged. Perhaps you'd like to know what I did before coming to this workplace? After I replied in the negative, she then asked me if I had a boyfriend. Now, those of you who know me know that I'm pretty private until you get to know me, and even then, if I want to tell you information, I will tell you. No need to waza waza *ask* me anything. (Conversely, if you ask me 5 times when my birthday is and I don't tell you, it means I don't want you to know. So if this has happened to you, and you don't know me well enough to figure out that if I don't answer a question that you've asked five times, take a hint; I don't want to tell you.) So you can imagine how peeved I was with this person.
Anyway, I didn't feel like continuing with this line of questioning, so I said, "actually, I like girls." So I have now worked at this place for 3 years, and some people are on to me while others are not.
The other day, one of my coworkers who is on to me said, "so you want to be the
poster child of lesbianism at XYZ and associates? Well, that's kind of selfish of
you. Maybe we should let an actual lesbian be a lesbian. . ."
I wasn't trying to be "selfish", really. . ..
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I initially had this ambitious idea that I would blog about my interests, which are food, music, travel and foreign policy, to name a few, but most likely, it will be much more modest in scope--probably just random silly thoughts.
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