My hips are too wide to fit down the straight and narrow path...

This living together gig obviously has changed the vibes Mr M and I give out know.

Accosted by a salesgirl in a shop, she was all a-flutter about how long we'd been going out and why weren't we married, and telling me that boys need more pushing to get them to pop the question, and telling him that he'd better start thinking about it, and so on.
*phew*

And while putting out the rubbish the other night, one of the shiny gay boys down the street stopped and asked me about our front lawn.
Him: "I saw your husband working on it"
Me: *gurgling sound*
Him: "husband?"
Me: (thinking ouch that heteronormativity stick hurts when it hits) "um partner"
Him: "so I saw your partner working on it....."

So we chatted away for a while with me thinking 'fuck, less than 2 hours ago I was cutting into a girlies flesh. Can't he tell I'm queer!'

All of this has given me even more of a push towards my latest theme in my life which I shall name Project: Visibly Queer. Probably comes partly from the recent cohabitation with the love of my life, but I'm also getting a bit bored with looking too straight-girl at work.
So more piercings are in order. I got a new one the other day - first in years after taking them all out as a 'reminder' re: a certain event and personal growth issues.
And perhaps something new needs to be done with my hair. I've been blow-drying it straight for too long now.
Any ideas folks?

Perhaps.

Second last day of my hols. As brief as they have been.
Gloriously I've not carried my work anxieties through with me. And what a blessed relief that has been.

I've played domestic goddess. Though feel that I'm perhaps more of a Kali, than a Nigella.
Today, perhaps, I shall try and do something a bit different to mark these hols.
To make them more than just a blur of potting mix and wrapping paper and cupcakes.
Perhaps.