Lesbian Craving Meat
Yes, that could be the title of a porn movie. Kind of; it would have to be a little stranger. But all of my friends laugh at me, and rightly so, whenever they invite me to lunch. “Where do you want to go?” And usually my answer is, “I need meat.” Meat. Meat. Meat. Then they laugh at me, and I have stupidly in the past responded, “no, the flesh kind.”
B12 comes from meat. My body can’t absorb B12 through natural means, so me ALWAYS craving meat makes sense. My body is craving something it needs and isn’t getting. I have some straight friends in the same situation, their body needing something it isn’t getting, but it is the different kind of meat they want. Yes, you know who you are.
So I guess from now on when someone wants to know where I want to go eat, I will respond, “Somewhere with a lot of B12 on the menu.” That will work. But they will think I’m weird. I’m okay with that.
Oh, and I started giving myself B12 shots today. Weird at first. I hope that the B12 isn’t supposed to make it into a muscle, ’cause there is no way that needle is long enough to make it through all my fat.
