There is going to be a GUY AUCTION in Davis Ballroom on HOLY THURSDAY.

I was mistaken for a gentleman for the first time in my life.
At customs.
By a cranky old man.
On our way into New York State.

TO check off my to-do list: Go to ANOTHER trans workshop. This is number four, and hopefully not the last. I plan to have one in my house this year, because, well, it is becoming a hobby. So I got to see Tre (whose hair looks like a piece from a black leather jacket with red stitching) and Lee (whose hair now looks like it is on fire) once more ( Read more... )

I am still not sure if I am ready to be back here. There has been a whirlwind of bonding and workshops, so I don't have much time to process, though probably that is a good thing. Someone invited me to a movie yesterday, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" or some such title, but it was just too extreme Smith for me to see just yet. It's two different ( Read more... )

Home is such an interesting form of escape. I never have to be self-conscious here. Everywhere else, I worry about talking too much, or too loud, or too little, or saying the wrong thing. Here, of course, we talk about whatever pops into our heads, as loudly as possible because of course there is always far too much stuff in everyone's head and ( Read more... )

Argh, won't I ever get over Brian? For that matter, will I ever get over Anthony or Kim? And if I fall in love again, will I just add to this continuing train of people I used-to, sort-of-still-am in love with? Is this healthy? Can't I be like other people and get all mad and seek revenge and then decisively move on? Can't I be mean and cruel ( Read more... )