I think I treat boyfriends and girlfriends pretty much the same in public. I tend to be pretty oblivious of how my behavior effects strangers around me.

I'm pretty sure it's partially because I keep pushing myself to keep performing at a higher level than I should be, even though I feel like crap.

Tell you what: I'll take it easy this weekend if YOU take it easy this weekend. (I've been PISSED at myself all day for the simple, lame reason that this accursed itchiness is probably cause to not go to the gym agyer work -- you know, getting all sweaty and hot is only going to make the itchiness worse, and it will drive me insane. Plus, I'm really sleepy from the Benadryl, and I don't need to fall off the treadmill, which I would SO do.)

Deal?

Yeah, I'm on both sides of the fence there. I'm not big on PDA because I'm me. But I've also sometimes pulled back from PDA due to the situation and the feel of unsafety. OTOH, there've been times when I've flagrantly chosen to grab a partner's hand (or heck, a friend's hand, when there was no gf around) just to be all "we're here we're queer" about it. So who the hell knows.

Deal?

Deal. I'm even thinking of going out to my parents and letting my mom do all my laundry and feed me and stuff.

I mostly hate the constantly coming out. Every time you start a new job or meet a new person you know it's coming - and it's annoying and sometimes a bit stressful.

Yeah, this. I mean, socially I hang with a very queer crew, so not an issue. But work-wise, or if for some reason I'm not in an unusual social scene (for me)...it gets old. I don't want to be all "HELLO! I"m GAAAAAAYYYYY!" as the first thing they learn about me. But I also don't want to be closeted or have them feel when they learn whenever down the road like I was hiding it...

I'm even thinking of going out to my parents and letting my mom do all my laundry and feed me and stuff.

Oh, man -- doooooo eeeeeet!!! I'm off work tomorrow because I had requested it a while ago when The Boy and I thought we might go out of town for the holiday weekend. Then we decided not to go out of town, but I figured I'd still take the day off and have a long long weekend.

I don't think a rash is reason enough to convince The Boy to do all my laundry, though. Dang. But I *will* chill out. (At least tonight. No gym for histamine girl.)

Oh, man -- doooooo eeeeeet!!!

Ha! That's exactly what my chiro said! Although, I think she may have had a "totally" in there somewhere.

Oh, man -- doooooo eeeeeet!!!

Seconding this.

I mostly hate the constantly coming out. Every time you start a new job or meet a new person you know it's coming - and it's annoying and sometimes a bit stressful.

I had a similar thing for a long time about my parents, especially when on dates. You never really realize how many times you are asked point-blank questions about your parents, until your answer for most of them is "they're dead." Stops a conversation cold. It's gotten a lot easier now that I've stopped stressing about making the other person feel bad. But I still sort of wait for the moment, because I know it's coming. Of course, people (I assume) aren't judging me for it, so I got that going for me.

I mostly hate the constantly coming out.

Should I get you a "Gay as Fuck!" button, maybe?

Then I'd have to get megan an "Orphan" button too. Maybe just a sad eyed waif would do. Something like a Gorey urchin.

We should all wear little sashes like Girl Scouts and put on all the buttons that we don't want to have to explain to people: Divorced & Remarried, Shared Custody in East Bay, Author, Dead Mom, A's Fan.