Don’t Tell Me I’m Naive

I think of something and don’t write it down. I give myself a complex wondering what to say.

Photo by Alana Settle

I got home from the mechanics this morning. My wife is working from home. I told her, “I’ve been thinking. . .” or I’ll say, “I want you to know. . .”

I’ve been thinking that I like appearing gender ambiguous. Talking to the guys at the…