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On My Recent Conversation With a Stranger About Veganism
During the entire conversation, they did not say a word because they were a cat listening to me cry.
The year was — finally — transitioning. The clock was striking midnight a couple of months ago and what seemed like the worst year was over. Well, it technically was. The year of the virus had only lapsed into another one.
This New Year’s, I had stayed with my roommate and her family (5 people in total for anyone trying to catch me in a non-compliant group size). I had a great time. We made a whole lot of vegan snacks; I whipped up my famous chickpea salad and hardly got a single bite in. After that, we watched the season premiere of Rupaul’s Drag Race which was followed by a rather crazy drag performance of our own.
While some members of the group went all out (hair, makeup, tucking, etc.). I was more conservative: a green smoky eye and a tiny crop top. When my chosen song — Dripeesha by Todrick Hall ft. Tiffany Haddish — started filling the room, I descended the stairs. For the next 4 minutes, I am told, I just shook my ass.
That was definitely the loudest and most colorful part of the evening, but it was not the most memorable. When we came upstairs, my roommate yelled that there was a cat peeking through…
