Maybe you could call it back-door if you hurt your glutes. Also, no fair--I've been waiting on my defective close-up a lot longer than you!(Maybe, as a woman, I could work in your room and be a Two-Fer like the guy on 30 Rock--which I can't believe I'm quoting/ referencing because I didn't find it funny all that often.) Somewhere between my sense of humor being genuinely weird and kind of evil and nothing being quite so funny as a super-fan thinks when they're all "OMG, you'll *die*." ETA: Doesn't change the fact that I'm at least a Two-Fer. Maybe another half because some douche online could call me Pocahontas--though probably not *twice*

For the record, I've never "checked a box" about that, ever. And the connection is close enough I've always felt a little weird about *not* doing it. I'm not embarrassed, right? But it is only a little, and I wouldn't be saying it because I need anything. (And my grandfather? Kind of the self-hating mixed-breed from the Western...definite proof that I'm not adopted, even though I don't work my shit out by spreading slurs around--he died when I was nine, but the older I get, I *do* feel some commonality there, even though I don't drink and I can't allay people's suspicions by saying I'm Italian. Hard-fought education didn't save him, either, you know?(of all the threads through the generations. Sigh.) By the time I knew him, though, he had a recognizably Native face there was no hiding from(and the person in pop culture that made me think of him, outside of the dad in Smoke Signals, used to be Muhammed Ali, of all people--I was a little kid and he was big, brown, Southern and around a lot.

But saying that as a little blonde girl in a wheelchair was a way to make my special *teachers* think I was weird, too. Not just the kids. But you really don't know what everyone's grandpa looks like from what they look like.(And it wasn't "My god, twins," just that, to my unformed brain. they shared a vibe or something. And Grandpa *had* been a prizefighter as a young man...he just kind of wasn't good at it. Probably got just the pain and head injuries.) ETA: I hope if there is somewhere Grandpa is, besides in someone's frustrated eyeroll or urge to call someone a son-of-a-bitch, I hope he's been in Eternity long enough not to be freaked out about being compared to a black draft-dodging peace freak. I've always felt good about associating them, even if he might not. But maybe you really do get beyond things. Or maybe I'm here and he's not. Psych.(And maybe he was right when he told my mom "You don't have to do this," about marrying my dad, and I'm supposed to be different, too.