Yes I am. Some days. Maybe. More or less. Except Tuesdays. 

When you’re sitting at a Melissa Etheridge concert and talking to all the other patrons — who were thrilled and stunned that I’m a “Melissa virgin” (heh) — and realizing you are with your people. 

And props to mom, who I dragged to three Lilith Fairs in the late 1990s, who accompanied me here, too. 

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