Obviously, there is no such thing as being “more queer” - queerness isn’t a metric system. One day, I thought it’d be pretty funny to use all the therapists I’ve had as a measuring tool for my queerness. They were either for speech or mental health. So, of course, I’m sharing it with strangers on a public platform.
More than I can share in a casual, one-on-one conversation with a co-worker. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it’s more than I want to admit. Or maybe enough money for a thing or two off the McDonald’s menu. If I had a dollar for every therapist I’ve had, I’d probably have enough money to buy a relatively decent meal at a nearby bodega.
