Bloom County 2019 by Berkeley Breathed for July 13, 2018

Opus. You’re sitting around in Y-fronts, as you routinely do. You’re male.

Well, you better believe that Gal Gadot is looking for Guy Gadot, one who is ridiculously handsome, ridiculously rich, ridiculously sensitive, caring, and understanding, yet just enough badly behaved to be interesting and a bit of a challenge to break and train and wrap around her finger. Can’t be wishy-washy, Opus…

I’m seriously out of the loop here. I had to google Gal Gadot.

He only needs to start yowling in the dark to be able to identify as a tom cat. Unless he is yowling because he cannot find his kittens. Will the ambiguity never sort of end, or at least reach an indecisive and unsatisfactory conclusion?

Godot is quite the little Gal. Could stand to eat a bit more, but still …

If a smooch is all that Opus hopes for when gazing at Gal, then I’m thinkin’ he’s got his answer.

Sexuality is confusing enough on an individual basis without having to make up an individual gender identity noun for each and every one of us, along with custom pronouns for all

You love who you love and it really isn’t the busy of anyone else unless you want it to be, and why would anyone want their sexuality to be public anyway?

Opus, if you are waiting for a smooch from Gal, you will be Waiting for Godot for a LONG time!

First a hair bow, then a bow tie, now nose plugs. What next?

I’m a BoyThe WhoOne girl was called Jean MarieAnother little girl was called FelicityAnother little girl was Sally JoyThe other was me, and I’m a boyMy name is Bill, and I’m a head caseThey practice making up on my faceYeah, I feel lucky if I get trousers to wearSpend evenings taking hairpins from my hairI’m a boy, I’m a boyBut my ma won’t admit itI’m a boy, I’m a boyBut if I say I am, I get itPut your frock on, Jean MariePlait your hair, FelicityPaint your nails, little Sally JoyPut this wig on, little boyI’m a boy, I’m a boyBut my ma won’t admit itI’m a boy, I’m a boyBut if I say I am, I get itI want to play cricket on the greenRide my bike across the streetCut myself and see my bloodI want to come home all covered in mudI’m a boy, I’m a boyBut my ma won’t admit itI’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boyI’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boyI’m a boy, I’m a boy, I’m a boySongwriters: Peter TownshendI’m a Boy lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.

Life’s Little Problems tend to solve themselves. If Gal Gadot ever shows up (ha!) your identity will emerge. (So to speak).

he forgot “stumped”He forgot “stumped”

Rachel Madcow is GAY AS HELL! So, don’t sweat it Opus. You’re a guy.