I think my gaydar is on the fritz. From lack of use.
First, it’s winter. Lesbians hibernate in this neck of the woods from December – April.
The book group I loosely participate in (I’m picky about what I’m forced to read, what can I say?) canceled for today and it almost caused me to hyperventilate. I read the book (hated it from the intro on because it reminded me too much of the reading list from my college Women’s Studies seminar…) but was looking forward to being convinced otherwise.
Second, I’m convinced there’s no ‘new blood’ that’s joined the local tribe. Hello — it’s Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky. No one moves here for the sheer joy of it. You’re either born and raised here and choose to never escape, or you come coupled from the get go and join the ‘unseen’ tribe.
I love my (our) friends. Really. Wouldn’t trade them for anything. They’re highly entertaining. Especially those with new puppies, those buying/selling houses and those contemplating parenthood. They feed my soul.
But January just makes me itch.
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