For my lunch break at work, I go and sit in this little courtyard
outside to eat. I'm fully vaccinated, but I still don't like taking my
mask off inside, even if there aren't that many people in the
building.

Anyway, I was eating lunch in the courtyard. There's another woman who
eats out there too. She has bright red dyed hair. She came and talked
to me yesterday, it was nice. I completely forgot her name, but she
works on the floor above me and was really friendly. She mentioned
that her wife worked somewhere else on campus. It's always nice to
randomly meet another queer person. It's this feeling of "yes!! me
too!! I understand!!!" that makes the world feel a little bit nicer.

Yesterday was a pretty good day overall. I feel bad for my partner,
though. They've been calling a place up here for weeks trying to
schedule an appointment to get hormones. The first time they called,
the schedule hadn't been posted yet. The second time they called
yesterday, appointments had already filled up for the entire
month. They had been calling, often multiple times per day, for
several weeks. And it only took a few hours for everything to
disappear. It feels super shitty. This clinic was the easiest way to
do it, so now the alternative is DIY (again) or figure out health
insurance and pay a shit ton of money for it. I wish I could just snap
my fingers and make everything work out for them...