Suburbia is hell for a lesbian (a small polite lament) *Cue Jimmy Rodgers-esque music*
My suburb is a special kind of hell for I, a lesbian. It looks calm, pristine...But it's a mask...Underneath is a lack of many lesbian/queer books of choice in the libraries...A pathetic LGBTQ center that do not even offer something for adults, unless they are non-binary, if I recall well...In which you can't just come in and sit around...Or look through the window (I kid you not, it really happened to me). And so...Each day...I hope I don't get stuck in it for eons on end...But my messy room still has to be cleaned...And soon, I will work in this town...I need money...I guess the only bright side is that with money, I can escape reasonably more to the neighbouring city in which there is a queer village and much better libraries...Yoodle-ey-ii-oo-yoodle-ey-i-ey, yoodle-ey-iii...