Not really. But after the election, I posted an impassioned rant on a queer social app. As a result, a woman I had been casually messaging on it asked me out. We are a resistance team now (and official girlfriends.)

I guess this was one of those “be yourself” moments that paid off. I hadn’t meant to flirt, but apparently if you declare that you aren’t scared because you’ve always been targeted, and that you refuse to stand down to fascists at any cost, that’s really hot.

It turns out that fighting fascists is the key to a woman’s heart.