Year 50 Day 31

Me wearing a short-sleeve button-up shirt with a print that looks like rainbow paint was poured over and is dripping down the shirt. I'm leaning on my office wall. On the wall next to me is a rainbow-colored laser-cut wood plaque of the Vulcan calligraphy for Kol-ut-shan, or IDIC - Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.

Day 31: Happy Pride Month, take two—this time with color!

A friendly reminder: While I‘ve generally defaulted to “straight” as my most common shorthand, in conversations about such things, I’ve also been noting for decades that it’s “somewhere in the 80-90% range, depending on the situation and people involved”. But I’ve really never felt like “bi” applied to me, even if it might be arguably technically correct for anyone who isn’t a solid Kinsey 0.

So I think “statistically straight” is a good way to put it. All of my relationships have been with people who (at the time, and as far as I know, carrying into the present) were and are cisgender women, so a graphed trend line would certainly go that direction, but the totality of my experiences plus my awareness of my own self would definitely introduce some wobbles into that theoretical trend line — certainly enough for a qualifier of some sort on the “straight” designation. Hence, “statistically straight”.

Bonus shots: My Pride Converse. Since I do all my Converse shopping at places like Ross and TJMaxx, where part of the fun is the luck of finding something good instead of intentionally purchasing particular styles direct from the company, these were a particularly good find a few years back.

My feet crossed on the edge of my desk. I'm wearing Pride-themed Converse high-tops, black with rainbow speckles and with rainbow laces.

Another view of the shoes, showing the rainbow flag Converse All Star tag on the heel, and that the soles of the shoes are rainbow patterned as well.