And I felt...embarrassed or something about being in that section. A woman who worked there came upstairs to shelve a book, and I kind of stepped over to the next section, I don't even know why. I guess I do know why. Because I ID as straight, and I'm afraid of being seen as gay. Maybe I've some latent homophobia or something. Goddamnit, why can't it be easy to see what's going on in the subconcious? Because I feel pretty shitty about getting all embarrassed like that.
I am so tired right now