I am not a MOTHER. FUCKING. afterthought.
And if you treat me as such…
My roommate’s hard cider just spontaneously combusted. While I was alone in the apartment. Heard a huge glass shattering noise. Go outside into the hallway and there’s glass everywhere.
Couldn’t figure out if it was a ghost, an intruder, or my roommate passed out.
The top of the bottle was outside of her room in the kitchen, fifteen feet or so away from where her six pack was, large chunks of glass all over her room. It legitimately exploded. Thank god she wasn’t in the room at the time.
99.99% sure that I’m doing my Honors Capstone Experience on LGBTQ healthcare teaching in nursing curricula.
This is exciting. Really exciting. Especially as I’ve experienced this program as a gay girl and never walked away from a lecture including sexuality feeling satisfied, protected, or justified.