I ain't no artiste.

Okay, here it is. It's not the greatest, but I wrote it in an hour and did my presentation an hour later. They loved it. And a guy in my class came up to me afterward and told me about his moms. It was great to talk to another kid of queers. I've always been a little shocked when he speaks by his sense of awareness, and I guess I understand now why. Not that all kids of queers are, but... 

It feels a little silly, like "yeah, yeah," but it was in response to a person in my class stating that I should not "throw that word around."
Anyway, text under the cut, and here's a photo of my li'l drawring.

( Dyke is not a Dirty Word )