we shall see your murder on the stars

Now that I've finished the Greek I need to have translated for Friday (and twenty lines a week isn't a lot, is it? Even if we do more in class) and stared at my thesis a bit more, I'm going to say something about yesterday. National Coming Out Day, and all that jazz. Didn't want to say it yesterday, because, well. Tired. Busy writing thesis and getting beaten up by pretty boys. Etc.

But. Gender. It confuses me.

( This gets long. )

I'm still relatively young. Still mostly bloody clueless. Still working my way out of a milieu in which sexuality was something shameful and Not Nice - Catholic assumptions have a lot to answer for. So maybe in another decade or three, I'll have moved on to cogito ergo sum.

One can always hope.