Tuesday, September 13, 2011

#5 At The Grocery Store

I sort of have to rush up to people sometimes to catch them before they head wherever they are going. And it's a little strange, I suppose, to have this breathless leopard-spotted woman (today's outfit) asking, "Can I ask you a question? Do you identify as butch?" But I do it anyway. Because it's wonderful and I'm happy to acknowledge that I see, recognize, appreciate.

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