too queer for me.
I attended a sleepover last night, at which we ate lots of fruit leather, drank fresh juice blends, and watched French Kiss. I had a wonderful time.
Tonight, I went to the Boston queer grad student social. It's mostly gay men, but two women swapped numbers with me so that we can coordinate going to the Lambda (Harvard law school queer group) dance Saturday night. They actually got a law firm to sponsor free admission and an open bar. Jeez. Feng drove me, and we spent the whole ride there and thirty minute search for street parking talking about international study and the professional expectations in various countries. He thinks I'd do well in China. Ibrahim showed up right after I got there, so we joked around for a while. He's the one who calls me Amelia because I remind him of his favorite aviatrix. He's witty and his beard is coming over all salt and peppery. Shane came, too, and we had a chat about gender in a very oblique way. I think those nearby were a bit confused by our reliance on common understanding rather than words as the primary form of communication. This came after one of the fellows I was talking with suddenly realized that I am female bodied and blurted out, "oh, you're a lesbian?" I didn't have a neat response to that. He found me smirking with Shane and apologized, saying that what he meant was to find out whether I have an interest in women. When I responded in the affirmative, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down a couple of hallways, gave me a once over, then yanked open a rather bland door: an ocean of women, all crowded together and laughing and looking. Joshua introduced me to more women than I can possibly count. I remember that one of them was from Hood River, Oregon, another said I looked about 24 and exclaimed about my youthfulness when I nodded, and one bought me a Tanq and tonic and grinned at me for a while. I learned a lot about Boston tonight. I felt overly social and overly womened. They all started to head over to one of my favorite places to dance, but I'd had enough for the night. I snuck out and tried to get Ibrahim to tell me about his work with the dead. He won't let me talk business while we're out.
When I got home, one of my messages was from Mainer asking if I'd like to go with him and Robert to the very place from which I'd just come home. I have no idea how I missed seeing them. We must have all been there together for at least half an hour. They were probably in a different room. Oh well.
I stayed in from the crazy Mod parties, though I probably ought to have poked in for an hour. You know you're a dork when you'd rather read.
Tonight, I went to the Boston queer grad student social. It's mostly gay men, but two women swapped numbers with me so that we can coordinate going to the Lambda (Harvard law school queer group) dance Saturday night. They actually got a law firm to sponsor free admission and an open bar. Jeez. Feng drove me, and we spent the whole ride there and thirty minute search for street parking talking about international study and the professional expectations in various countries. He thinks I'd do well in China. Ibrahim showed up right after I got there, so we joked around for a while. He's the one who calls me Amelia because I remind him of his favorite aviatrix. He's witty and his beard is coming over all salt and peppery. Shane came, too, and we had a chat about gender in a very oblique way. I think those nearby were a bit confused by our reliance on common understanding rather than words as the primary form of communication. This came after one of the fellows I was talking with suddenly realized that I am female bodied and blurted out, "oh, you're a lesbian?" I didn't have a neat response to that. He found me smirking with Shane and apologized, saying that what he meant was to find out whether I have an interest in women. When I responded in the affirmative, he grabbed my hand and pulled me down a couple of hallways, gave me a once over, then yanked open a rather bland door: an ocean of women, all crowded together and laughing and looking. Joshua introduced me to more women than I can possibly count. I remember that one of them was from Hood River, Oregon, another said I looked about 24 and exclaimed about my youthfulness when I nodded, and one bought me a Tanq and tonic and grinned at me for a while. I learned a lot about Boston tonight. I felt overly social and overly womened. They all started to head over to one of my favorite places to dance, but I'd had enough for the night. I snuck out and tried to get Ibrahim to tell me about his work with the dead. He won't let me talk business while we're out.
When I got home, one of my messages was from Mainer asking if I'd like to go with him and Robert to the very place from which I'd just come home. I have no idea how I missed seeing them. We must have all been there together for at least half an hour. They were probably in a different room. Oh well.
I stayed in from the crazy Mod parties, though I probably ought to have poked in for an hour. You know you're a dork when you'd rather read.