Coach
1 July 2007, 6:59 pm
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- I built a bedside shrine to my ninth grade field hockey coach, but decided it’d be better to come out four years later. I’m no stranger to queer shame: In the mid-90s, I saw the Indigo Girls 17 times.
- When I’m not training for an imaginary sports event, I am trolling for queer dance parties where I can roll out some self-deprecating ensemble.
- For me, the mustache is like the face’s bow tie–it makes everything classier.
- My family is amazing, and this is usually the most disappointing loss to whoever’s breaking up with me.
- I’m an education writer / editor, grad student, and generally anticipate the next opportunity to take the GRE.
- I love D.C. and am okay with it staying underrated if that’s what keeps the lame-stains at bay.
- After riding the bus / ‘tro for six years, I can accept my new car relationship, but secretly hook-up with my bike as often as possible.
Coach is the jam. I just lamented her non-presence in the ‘burgh on my Facebook page. I miss her and her damn funny shenanigans.
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