(names are changed to protect the ignorant -- eds.)
becage28: i think she's gay
ishtar42: who? [X] ?
becage28: yes
ishtar42: why? did she hit on you?
becage28: most compelling piece of evidence
becage28: she plays an instrument that you stick your hand up into
ishtar42: rebecca.
ishtar42: what instrument is that, incidentally?
becage28: french horn
[...] becage28: [X]'s like [Y, a mutual friend who is queer]
ishtar42: how so?
ishtar42: [Y] would never go to [geeky, 70% male tech skool which X will attend]
becage28: she has a lot of queer friends
becage28: just makes you wonder
ishtar42: so do i
becage28: ester.
ishtar42: i love queeer women
ishtar42: queer women are the best
ishtar42: all women should be queer
ishtar42: let the men have children, goddammit
becage28: ya
becage28: ok
ishtar42: let the men get fat and droopy and have to give up work
becage28: you're proving my point
ishtar42: what was that, exactly, again?
[ ... ] becage28: hate to break it to you--
becage28: i'm in my childbearing years
ishtar42: you are not!
ishtar42: and neither am i
becage28: i'm twentysomething
becage28: you're not, yet
ishtar42: no, darling, childbearing years is a frame of mind
ishtar42: i will be, in a month!
becage28: no, you'll be twentynothing

ahh, best. good distraction from my frustration and depression at the moment. my stubborn stomach refuses to get better, which means i'm back to my diet of bagels. technically i should be at swarthmore already, prepping for co|motion, but my stomach forced me to detour back home for an indeterminate amount of time. with any luck i'll be on a train tomorrow, antibiotics in one hand, a bag of plain bland carbs in the other, and a steeled determination to get through this month.