I live a mile from my gym and walk. There’s a group of guys always at the bus stop that like to tell me I’m big and ask how much i lift. Today’s comment was, “You’ve gotta be in the Hawaiian shirt club!” I laughed. Different kind of big, but he wasn’t wrong. 😂
I should add: this physical journey was a big part of coming out for me. It’s trite sounding, but it helped me be me, and I don’t think my younger skinny self was mentally strong enough to ever do that.
Things that probably amuse only me: I’ve been getting a lot of clips of the Mary Tyler Moore show recently on Facebook (yes, I’m ancient and still use Facebook). I find myself all attracted to both Mary and her boss Lou, and I laugh at the weird polarization of my bisexuality or whatever it is. 🤪