I'm afraid I may be an infectious lesbianism carrier.

All these people from my past popping up as lesbians. And now my girl Tina, who works in the same building, who was married and who has kids. The one who got her head split open by a woman thrashing in labor. Last night I saw her and stopped to chat for a bit, and she told me she met "a very interesting person" this weekend who she can not stop thinking about.

My first guess was that it was a woman. Tina wasn't using any pronouns, and she was using her eyebrows a lot to emphasize the meaningful looks she was giving me. Dead giveaway. I said little and let her spill it in her own time. It's a woman.

Tina doesn't know what to do with that. But I can tell she's in that fascinated headspace. It's hard to wrap your head around getting involved with someone of a gender you've never been involved with. But it's fun trying. I'll keep giving her go slow, play-it-by-ear, this is not necessarily a lifelong change kind of advice.

There may be some polyamory mutation mixed with the viral load, too. My Smoking Buddy Laurie (SBL) has started to consider the love that involves more than two people. At the time when she asked me what I thought about that, I had NOT revealed the true nature of my family situation.

Deb rode the train in with me this morning, and we happened to get there at the same time as Laurie. I got to meet SBL's packs-24/7, uber-butch, ex-but-still-living-with-her-girlfriend .... wait for it .... waaaaait for it .... Tiffany. (BWAH-HA) And Laurie got to meet Deb. After SBL and I got off at our stop, she raved about how cute Deb is and how lucky I am. Ay-yep. That's what I keep telling everybody.