I heard an NPR story today about how people are checking their devices during sex.
I'm going through a very deep and intense Rihanna phase.
Simon and Garfunkel - I'm a rock
I heard this in my Starbucks yesterday morning and I nearly fell over. I'm completely addicted to my Starbucks. Not the drinks, the experience. Mainly the lesbian barista, who I only say 2 words to every morning, "thank you". I can't tell you how comforting it is to see another LGBT person before I start, yet another, entirely hetero day in heteroland. Especially after spending the last 20 years living in a gay ghetto.
The Monday after the Orlando shooting I could swear she yelled my name a little louder when my drink was ready... "MIKE, MIKE" shook me out of my haze of sadness. Neither of us met eyes, or tried to that morning like we normally do. At the time I thought it was us both retreating, are we safe to be gay... here? This is how fear works doesn't it. Might have been that, but I think now it was because, if we'd locked eyes we both would have fallen apart.
I only tip when she makes my drink, if she isn't there, no tip. I do it because I imagine most of the customers do the opposite, not wanting their drink made by a baby dyke with very short hair and no make-up. They like fish-out-of-water to drowned in the 'burbs. I so want her to swim so far away from here, I hope those tips help make that happen.
Anyway, my Starbucks man, it's my lifeline.