I always worry a bit about that "plumbing isn't important" trope because I'm bisexual myself and *I* don't think the plumbing is important, but then I wonder if I'm just making everyone bisexual in my head because on some level I do think that everyone is bisexual, despite what they may claim. Because caring that much about plumbing just doesn't really add up to me, but I have plenty of gay and straight friends to whom it really does seem to matter, even though in my brain that's obviously nonsensical. So then I feel like I'm just living in some kind of bisexual ghetto in my brain, and writing from that trope may not be very realistic. But then, usually, I think, fuck it, and go ahead and do it anyway. And I can also think of a number of examples of friends who have switched teams, too, so obviously it happens. And then I feel justified in my fuck it ness.

This is probably too much information.

Of course I recognize your name as a fellow writer. I've got a number of your stories sitting in my collection to get feedback and go in my del.ici.ous. Sadly, I'm kind of shit about feedback, especially in the last couple of years (because of health problem-induced hermiting, mainly) but I'm trying to do better and you'll definitely be getting a long-ass feedback letter from me one of these days. And yeah, I really don't know what is up with those geese. It's so funny. When people ask that question about where you get your ideas, sometimes I can say exactly, "I read this article and it got me thinking about this and that," and then other times it's just, I'm writing and suddenly, geese! Full blown, from nowhere and I couldn't tell you why.