forty cakes! rainbow cakes.

It's National Stop Being A Jerk to Queers Day! Although I also don't mind being visible -- the only time I have ever been pronoun-neutral about my then-girlfriend was when a dental hygienist in North Carolina decided that quizzing me about my love life constituted good small talk, and I don't necessarily recommend coming out in the South when one has sharp tools in one's mouth -- so: I am queer! I like to check out (mostly fictional) men and I like to date nonfictional ladies. I'm also lucky enough to have gone to college in a place where coming out was an alien concept; queerness was pretty much assumed, and I suspect that did more to make me comfortable with myself than anything else possibly could.

Speaking of, I am returning to that magical land of rainbow sparkles and academic panic! The Great East Coast Trip of Autumn '10 commences tomorrow, with the world's earliest godawful flight, and then I will be in New York! and then I will be in Massachusetts! and I really have been enjoying the comfortable routine of my life, but let's be honest, I'm stupidly excited to be living out of a duffle bag and stealing all my friends' covers for a few weeks.

...We could also be even more honest and admit that I'm also really looking forward to making a run to the comics shop and picking up a couple of Superman things that have been enthusiastically recced at me. Somewhere, even though he has no idea why, my dad is laughing at me. He totally loved Superman when he was twelve. Also, TOS Star Trek. Somehow I have managed to be a giant nerd all my life and not bond with him about this stuff until, like, last month. (I think he would be really confused if I told him Lex was my favorite, though. I bet Lois is his favorite. Which is fine, many incarnations of Lois are fucking excellent.)

Time to pack ALL THE THINGS.