Lopez, Daniel P.2016-09-162016-09-162016https://hdl.handle.net/1794/2014745 pagesThe weirdest part about being done with this report is that I can’t just tell people “Sorry, I’m working on my thesis right now.” It’s good to have it completed, but now I worry that I won’t have any good excuses for being a hermit. I mean, sure, I’ll be working, but I doubt that will have the same gravity on my mind. Hopefully, someday, I’ll actually want to be around humans more often.I’ve always had difficulty with family parties, because too many said humans were involved. Though I love them, the cacophony of voices overloads my senses, so that it becomes more about survival than leisure.Fortunately, I can now choose what social situations I attend. One of these is the monthly Bear Night. In fact, at the event just days before I turned in my thesis, some of these thick, hairy queers grilled me about my work. Maybe I should have mentioned that it’s not only about the cushion my friend and I made/jerked off into, since their proposed title, “Pillow Cumforts,” is a bit limiting.en-USCreative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0-USTerminal Project