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So here I am, a person who calls herself a freak. It's not entirely just the way I dress, because even when I didn't look different -- or at least when I was trying not to look different -- people always thought I was weird. (I once had a person ask me, when I was standing in front of her in blue jeans and a red t-shirt, why I wore black all the time. I have no idea what tips them off. I suspect pheremones.) Not all of my friends are freaks, and not all of my freak friends particularily look like freaks. But I still tend to assume that if somebody looks 'different', then I am bound to have something in common with them. So then I meet my partner and find myself being very strongly attracted to an individual who I thought was pretty conventional in appearance. Somewhat conservative even. This actually worried me. I really liked this individual a lot and I thought we were going to have real trouble finding anything in common. What the hell would we talk about? Would my weirdness put zir off? Would zie maybe even try to change me? Of course now I know that I was being a complete idiot. BC loves me and loves the things that make me quirk. And zie has exposed me to a lot of new things as well. This relationship has been really good for me because it's led to me question a lot of my own assumptions and prejudices.
Postscript.My love has read this page and has been teasing me without mercy about the 'almost conservative' part ever since. Apparently most people, upon meeting zir for the first time, think this is one weird little individual. (There's this little pronoun problem for starters.)Never clicked on me. Not even for a second.
Which goes to prove that either;
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