le jour de gloire est arrive
As far as I know, I never have to think about the possibility of running into the ex- again as long as I live. It's a pity I didn't manage to take the power back before she left, that the thought of seeing her still struck terror into my heart yesterday. But it doesn't matter anymore.
In other news, I spent last weekend on tour w/ Mantits & friends. Danced as I hadn't since my teens, resulting partly from having recently purchased sexy new combat boots (which render bad posture impossible, btw), partly from feeling more free from my fear of the judgments of others than I have in years, partly from smoky sweatfilm sleepdeprived jemenfoutisme, and partly from having been peripherally associated with a group of kids creating a shared vision, which will make anybody want to shake 'is can.
Big sweetness riding from gig to gig w/ mt & his partner, my dear friend spacebutt. Felt like a junior partner in their amour, deepened my interest in their happiness, and felt extremely welcomed by both of them. This was expected. What was unexpected was the degree to which I felt welcomed by those on the tour who didn't know me from Adam. There's more to say on that subject, and on the more general subject of feeling welcome, and on the effects of celibacy on connection, but I have fifty seconds before this computer turns me away.
More tomorrow.
In other news, I spent last weekend on tour w/ Mantits & friends. Danced as I hadn't since my teens, resulting partly from having recently purchased sexy new combat boots (which render bad posture impossible, btw), partly from feeling more free from my fear of the judgments of others than I have in years, partly from smoky sweatfilm sleepdeprived jemenfoutisme, and partly from having been peripherally associated with a group of kids creating a shared vision, which will make anybody want to shake 'is can.
Big sweetness riding from gig to gig w/ mt & his partner, my dear friend spacebutt. Felt like a junior partner in their amour, deepened my interest in their happiness, and felt extremely welcomed by both of them. This was expected. What was unexpected was the degree to which I felt welcomed by those on the tour who didn't know me from Adam. There's more to say on that subject, and on the more general subject of feeling welcome, and on the effects of celibacy on connection, but I have fifty seconds before this computer turns me away.
More tomorrow.