Everyone seems to be posting about valentine's day
All that I am going to say about it is that I think it was a success on our end. We weren't allowed to buy each other presents so instead I cleaned the whole house, made her favorite cookies and chocolate covered strawberries and had a full dinner on the table when she got home. I put a red and white checkered picnic blanket on the kitchen table and had all the food and desserts out on display. I left a trail of roses from the front door to the table where there was a mixed cd and a love letter on display. She cried at the letter and that made me feel really nice. :)
In other news, I did a trans awareness training at U of T today. I have been so nervous about it for weeks prior, so much that is was making me ill and I couldn't sleep. But it was a HUGE hit. I had people laughing, I even had people crying. Everyone was sharing their stories, asking questions, and just really engaged in the workshop. I have been on a high ever since. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I am actually proud of the work that I do. And when I feel that way, it feels really damn good.
Then I came home and drilled and hammered and worked on the house. I put all the dishes away, did the dishes, cleaned up all the mess. So, now Indigo gets to come home to a very clean and functional house that's all fixed up. :)
On a sadder note, people are confiding in me more and more at work and I am starting to see the dark side of Pride. Every office has it's politics but now I see why when I was hired I was one of 4 new people - and it's only a staff of six. (Basically a bunch of people walked out on the org because of the fucked-up- ness). But I'm not leaving. I still really enjoy most of my coworkers and I am learning a lot in the job. This just might not be the place that I settle down in for a decade. Just a couple of years.
Much love to you all. And for those of you in the Bay - WATCH OUT! I'm coming atcha real soon!
In other news, I did a trans awareness training at U of T today. I have been so nervous about it for weeks prior, so much that is was making me ill and I couldn't sleep. But it was a HUGE hit. I had people laughing, I even had people crying. Everyone was sharing their stories, asking questions, and just really engaged in the workshop. I have been on a high ever since. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, I am actually proud of the work that I do. And when I feel that way, it feels really damn good.
Then I came home and drilled and hammered and worked on the house. I put all the dishes away, did the dishes, cleaned up all the mess. So, now Indigo gets to come home to a very clean and functional house that's all fixed up. :)
On a sadder note, people are confiding in me more and more at work and I am starting to see the dark side of Pride. Every office has it's politics but now I see why when I was hired I was one of 4 new people - and it's only a staff of six. (Basically a bunch of people walked out on the org because of the fucked-up- ness). But I'm not leaving. I still really enjoy most of my coworkers and I am learning a lot in the job. This just might not be the place that I settle down in for a decade. Just a couple of years.
Much love to you all. And for those of you in the Bay - WATCH OUT! I'm coming atcha real soon!