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As I sit here in the living room, there's the gentle babble of Coyote playing a game with his new friend.
A friend! Who's local! This is a great relief. My social life has improved by leaps and bounds simply by having a kinky boyfriend with a car for the last year and a half. I'm glad that some of the times I'm out at munches or other cheap/free events, Coyote is now happily playing boardgames with a fellow bookish introvert.
It's good for me, too: having someone over is nice. I was supposed to be LARPing today, I was very much looking forward to it, but I've been sidelined by a cold. Very little focus today, a lot of restlessness but there isn't much I can do besides be flopped in this dish chair or in bed. Amazing that I could even manage to play my third game of Pandemic.
Very fun game, it's got that mix of strategy and chaos that made me love RISK so much.
I haven't blogged in awhile, and I don't like that. There's been a lot in my head, and I have many half-formed entries about my trip to California and my joy at returning home. There's been so much "ahhhhhhh- yes. This is perfect. This is just what I need."
I'm a little insular, though. I'm only very lightly pursuing one of the two women on my radar, the other I haven't even told I'm home. That's not fair to her. I guess I'm basking in the glow of my chosen family, and can't summon the energy to reach beyond that until my batteries are fully recharged.
Well, put that way, it makes perfect sense.
I'm both sick and sore today- there's muscles I can't name nor draw that are sore, deep in my upper back and arms. Tiger and I and a mutual friend started the complicated process of turning a deer hide into workable leather. The same hide that Tiger brought me very early on in our courtship. It's been fleshed, and is sitting in a vat of water and ashes, weighed down by rocks. Sometime between tomorrow and a week from now, the hair will start to slip off, and then we'll scrape it all off. Seems like the grossest step, because of the stench of what the ashes will do to the hide.
After that, there's a lot more soaking and scraping, but significantly less smelly. And lucky me, I'm doing this with the help of two dudes. The only thing I haven't properly studied up on is how you smoke it, but that's a long while away.
My other big current project is to make little bits of art to send along with my registration for Firefly. I'm not sure if I can nail down the logistics of going, but I want to at least practice the first few steps to getting a ticket. I know I'm overthinking the art, but I always do. Whatever is decent and done on Tuesday is what gets mailed, that's all there is to that. I'll probably walk it down to the post office on Thayer Street to make sure it gets that pre-22nd stamp.
I'm having issues with the logistics of going to the Hidden Flame Beltane event, which is hilarious because I know so many more people who are doing that. I'm feeling a little ambivalent about it, I guess. On one hand, oh hell yes, do I want to go! Super amped to LARP right now! On the other, if this ends up being my only camping experience for the summer, I'll be bummed.
And also, there's a little fear. I'm okay now, but what if I'm already down by the end of May? I don't think I will be, but because the timing of my hibernation has been shifting, I can't be as certain as I was just a few years ago. Yet, I think about covering myself with henna designs and getting to meld into Shulamith for three whole days, and my heart flutters with joy. Occasional breaks to be Indigo, of course, but . . . I may not even make a Changeling to play as a third character.
If I get to go. And if I don't, well. S'okay, this happens every year. And doesn't require the strange and complicated process that a ticket to Firefly does.
A friend! Who's local! This is a great relief. My social life has improved by leaps and bounds simply by having a kinky boyfriend with a car for the last year and a half. I'm glad that some of the times I'm out at munches or other cheap/free events, Coyote is now happily playing boardgames with a fellow bookish introvert.
It's good for me, too: having someone over is nice. I was supposed to be LARPing today, I was very much looking forward to it, but I've been sidelined by a cold. Very little focus today, a lot of restlessness but there isn't much I can do besides be flopped in this dish chair or in bed. Amazing that I could even manage to play my third game of Pandemic.
Very fun game, it's got that mix of strategy and chaos that made me love RISK so much.
I haven't blogged in awhile, and I don't like that. There's been a lot in my head, and I have many half-formed entries about my trip to California and my joy at returning home. There's been so much "ahhhhhhh- yes. This is perfect. This is just what I need."
I'm a little insular, though. I'm only very lightly pursuing one of the two women on my radar, the other I haven't even told I'm home. That's not fair to her. I guess I'm basking in the glow of my chosen family, and can't summon the energy to reach beyond that until my batteries are fully recharged.
Well, put that way, it makes perfect sense.
I'm both sick and sore today- there's muscles I can't name nor draw that are sore, deep in my upper back and arms. Tiger and I and a mutual friend started the complicated process of turning a deer hide into workable leather. The same hide that Tiger brought me very early on in our courtship. It's been fleshed, and is sitting in a vat of water and ashes, weighed down by rocks. Sometime between tomorrow and a week from now, the hair will start to slip off, and then we'll scrape it all off. Seems like the grossest step, because of the stench of what the ashes will do to the hide.
After that, there's a lot more soaking and scraping, but significantly less smelly. And lucky me, I'm doing this with the help of two dudes. The only thing I haven't properly studied up on is how you smoke it, but that's a long while away.
My other big current project is to make little bits of art to send along with my registration for Firefly. I'm not sure if I can nail down the logistics of going, but I want to at least practice the first few steps to getting a ticket. I know I'm overthinking the art, but I always do. Whatever is decent and done on Tuesday is what gets mailed, that's all there is to that. I'll probably walk it down to the post office on Thayer Street to make sure it gets that pre-22nd stamp.
I'm having issues with the logistics of going to the Hidden Flame Beltane event, which is hilarious because I know so many more people who are doing that. I'm feeling a little ambivalent about it, I guess. On one hand, oh hell yes, do I want to go! Super amped to LARP right now! On the other, if this ends up being my only camping experience for the summer, I'll be bummed.
And also, there's a little fear. I'm okay now, but what if I'm already down by the end of May? I don't think I will be, but because the timing of my hibernation has been shifting, I can't be as certain as I was just a few years ago. Yet, I think about covering myself with henna designs and getting to meld into Shulamith for three whole days, and my heart flutters with joy. Occasional breaks to be Indigo, of course, but . . . I may not even make a Changeling to play as a third character.
If I get to go. And if I don't, well. S'okay, this happens every year. And doesn't require the strange and complicated process that a ticket to Firefly does.