it's kinda funny - josef k

no phonecall from Ms Simone last night, although i did wake up to a middle-of-the-night e-mail from Her.

she said She was still thinking about Stella and had e-mailed Her earlier.

the Female Supremacy group was quiet this morning, although there were a couple of replies to the introduction i'd posted, one from one of the guys i'd noticed and marked as smart and funny.

work was quiet-ish. that said, i'm aware i'm just getting used to the comments. which isn't healthy. i'm regarding it as a positive when the abuse doesn't escalate!

elaine's been texting all day. since this morning on the bus, in fact. the gist: she's heard about the tam/Stella revelations and is intent on wringing me for gossip.

the problem with text-flurries at work is that i have to hide or disguise both reading and replying. i'm not being paranoid when i assume these bastards would love to get something on me i could be reported for.

there's a level on which this is comedy. all this hate misdirected, like being born with an emmanuel goldstein birthmark.

it'd be cheering to think i was drawing the enemy fire, here in no man's land, that the twenty percent of my colleagues who are L.G.B or T are able to operate unmolested, but it never works like that, does it?

it would appear they're all going for a drink tonight. all the white, heterosexual, right-handed boy-scouts. everybody's talking about it, nobody's asking me.

which does have a certain warped logic to it, doesn't it? in a medieval sort of way. scapegoat driven from the city walls to bless the festival of the peasants.