That moment when someone asks you how you are and you smile and say “Really, really well.” but secretly you’re dying inside.

single life update

Intentionally undefined relationship with multi-racial, polysexual, aromantic man still going strong. Asked for a drawer in December and got it. It’s fully stocked with anything I may need while at his house. I adore him. The feeling seems to be mutual.

Interest in Latina trans*woman still strong but we have moved to a friendship I’d prefer not to fuck up by trying to have a relationship with. Especially since she is significantly younger than me.

Now in casual relationship with male presenting, non-binary, polyamorous person I’ve seen four times. He’s fun and quirky and a little bit naive and kind of adorable.

Chosen not to look or date anyone else for a while. Two steady relationships, regardless of definition are all I can manage with my schedule.

I love that my life now includes saying “I’m headed to Planned Parenthood to pick up expired condoms for a sex ed class at my church.”