coming-of-age
as i sat down at the computer to briefly check my email, i realized that there are so many things that i'd like to say about my summer vacation. the emotions that i've been feeling since i've been here have reminded me of my time spent in berlin, alone at first, and then with daniela. san francisco reminds me of berlin always, in spite of the palm trees and the nice weather. perhaps it's the feeling of walking around in a city that has so much history. beth and i share a pink and blue bedroom in a 4-story co-op in the western addition, near the haight. i think it's a lovely, quiet neighborhood, even though beth's bikini waxer apparently gasped when she heard where we lived. i don't get it. ryne told me that there are squadrons of mean-spirited criminals who prey on lone walkers in this area in order to nab their laptops. this information has resulted in quite a bit of nighttime power-walking for me. the truth is, i'm so paranoid and ryne is probably wrong.
our room has big windows and terrible overhead lighting. there have been quite a bit of photo-shoots taken here with the gigantic stuffed bear with the duct-taped snout left behind by durward (whose room we are subletting). beth and i have cooked dinner twice for the 13+ people who live here. communal meals in a strange new city are so nice. tonight, beth and i got home from the dyke march and collapsed into our respective niches in the room to be greeted by one of my favorite (super cute and charming) roomates singing, "dinner's ready!" i told everyone when i was stuffing myself with warm peach cobbler and discussing the paisley octopus in "the life aquatic" that dinner felt so comforting that i kept thinking that my mom was around (even though the appearance of my mother in my new ultra-gay lifestyle would be anything but comforting).
the past month has been such a blur that it's honestly hard to recall what i've been up to. i'll attempt here to assemble a haphazard list of recent accomplishments: spoken word (eep!), drag shows, dancing, cookie dough, the warriors, formation of hot pants-oriented gang with rick and beth called "the bandanas," sleater-kinney for a lot of money, intersex movie marathons, crushing on australian intersex filmmaker, bagels and the best cream cheese ever, fixing bikes, waiting for buses, lying in parks, red-nose phenomenon, avoiding boring girl who is crushing on me, drinking on rooftops, seeking out neighborhood drug-dealer, sea lions, tea parties with the cutest girl ever, picnics, bubbles hitting me in the head over and over again, jazz church, speaking in front of important people, crying during interviews, the prettiest beach i've seen to date, curling my hair, rereading books i love, feeling like a pre-teen at the dyke bar, never-ending hunger and the fight against eating granola all day, cleaning hot-tubs, looking forward to batman and miranda july's film (not together, but that would rule), thinking about david j, missing my friends like crazy.
photos will follow, as soon as i get my technological act together.
our room has big windows and terrible overhead lighting. there have been quite a bit of photo-shoots taken here with the gigantic stuffed bear with the duct-taped snout left behind by durward (whose room we are subletting). beth and i have cooked dinner twice for the 13+ people who live here. communal meals in a strange new city are so nice. tonight, beth and i got home from the dyke march and collapsed into our respective niches in the room to be greeted by one of my favorite (super cute and charming) roomates singing, "dinner's ready!" i told everyone when i was stuffing myself with warm peach cobbler and discussing the paisley octopus in "the life aquatic" that dinner felt so comforting that i kept thinking that my mom was around (even though the appearance of my mother in my new ultra-gay lifestyle would be anything but comforting).
the past month has been such a blur that it's honestly hard to recall what i've been up to. i'll attempt here to assemble a haphazard list of recent accomplishments: spoken word (eep!), drag shows, dancing, cookie dough, the warriors, formation of hot pants-oriented gang with rick and beth called "the bandanas," sleater-kinney for a lot of money, intersex movie marathons, crushing on australian intersex filmmaker, bagels and the best cream cheese ever, fixing bikes, waiting for buses, lying in parks, red-nose phenomenon, avoiding boring girl who is crushing on me, drinking on rooftops, seeking out neighborhood drug-dealer, sea lions, tea parties with the cutest girl ever, picnics, bubbles hitting me in the head over and over again, jazz church, speaking in front of important people, crying during interviews, the prettiest beach i've seen to date, curling my hair, rereading books i love, feeling like a pre-teen at the dyke bar, never-ending hunger and the fight against eating granola all day, cleaning hot-tubs, looking forward to batman and miranda july's film (not together, but that would rule), thinking about david j, missing my friends like crazy.
photos will follow, as soon as i get my technological act together.