liomir came out of the closet. we were driving and i don't remember what it was i'd said, but he answered with a big smile (and that new high-pitched laugh i noticed the other night on the phone), "but i like boys!" and i said something else, and he replied, "well, i like girls and boys!" and i asked him, "you mean you're bi?"
"yeah," he said, with a big smile.
also, i was at some store in the fitting rooms trying on some outfit. it had a curtain instead of a door, like those rooms in Marshalls. all of a sudden there was this body halfway in my fitting room, with his back facing me, and i freaked out, and i tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. i tried to talk to him, but he didn't listen. so i started screaming and pushing and kicking and shoving, and finally, finally he just walked away. and then it turned out, i was at some weird facility, and he was planted there on purpose, to test my toleration skills, and if i failed -- which i did, since i freaked out so badly -- then i'd have to take prozac.