Year 50 Day 40

Me standing in my living room, with shelves of books visible behind me. I'm wearing a black t-shirt with a graphic of an astronaut spray-painting a happy face smile on the moon.

Day 40: As hoped and expected, a night out dancing at the club has done wonders to loosen up those tight muscles. Aggressive dancing for the win! Also, I really like this shirt we found while shopping yesterday morning.

Year 50 Day 39

A wide-angle shot of me sitting in a dark club, lit entirely in red. I’m wearing a black cap, black mask, and black t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse and Predator mashup.

Day 39: Back out at the Mercury! As usual, here nice and early to watch people make their way in and occasionally take advantage of an almost empty dance floor. This has always been my preferred way to hit the clubs; fashionably late has never been my style.

Year 50 Day 38

Me outside on a street freshly wet with rain, wearing a black hoodie over a black button-up shirt with a print of yellow rubber duckies.

Day 38: After a few warm days, with more on the horizon, a couple cool, grey, drizzly days are very welcome. And my rubber duckie shirt just seemed appropriate.

Year 50 Day 37

Me on an upper level of the school’s student union building; below me are a number of round tables with students and family members sitting and talking.

Day 37: Stayed late on campus to celebrate our Achieve program students’ graduations. They’re a great bunch of people, and it was fun to see them present their accomplishments. Though I will admit that fifteen hours on campus makes for a very long day.

Year 50 Day 36

Me standing outside in front of an old building with a curved and sloped roof that looks vaguely like a turtle's shell.

Day 36: One of the things I like about working on an older campus is the very of-its-time funky architecture that still survives. The building behind me here is a lecture hall, often nicknamed the “turtle”.

Year 50 Day 33

Me sitting in front of a bookcase, lit by sunlight coming in from the side. My head is freshly shaved, beard freshly trimmed quite short.

Day 33: All trimmed up and looking far less scruffy. Also glad I got finished with that before we got hit with this power outage. Last estimate is that it’ll be a few more hours before we get power again. And while my laptop is nicely charged, I don’t actually know how long the UPS that’s powering our internet connection will last. It’s an experiment…for science!

Year 50 Day 32

Four Papauan young women at a table with information about Papua, next to my wife and I visiting the booth.

Day 32: Spent a very nice morning at the Kent International Festival. The Papua booth was staffed entirely by Highline College students, so we had fun stopping by and chatting with them for a while. Also visited a lot of other booths about other cultures, and sampled food from Mexico (pastries and tacos), Venezuela (empenadas), Thailand (pot stickers), Uzbekistan (samsas), and India (ice cream). Now we’re home and stuffed full of good food.

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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”.

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