I've been letting myself get all antisocial again because, as I ranted to Grey earlier, "why go out because it's just going to be a bunch of people misgendering me all over the place even if I wear the horrible uncomfortable binder and I don't even know what fucking restroom to use anymore." This is especially not-good because Southern Decadence is ( Read more... )

For my birthday, I got ... misgendered. Constantly. Everywhere I went. And it was almost all in queer spaces, and it was all done unintentionally and as kindly as could be, by well-meaning folks, so I couldn't even work up a righteous head of indignation; I just got depressed ( Read more... )

The mail continues to bring treats, including a signed copy of Caitlín's The Drowning Girl. Very much looking forward to reading this one. Thank you, greygirlbeast! In your honor, I shall try to write something resembling a real entry. With, you know, thoughts and stuff. Not just random observations and eBay listings (though I do have some of those ( Read more... )

Tired last night after the marvelous parades, Grey and I turned on some TV for Aging Gen-Xers channel and found WKRP in Cincinnati, which neither of us had seen in thirty-plus years. Of course it just had to be the episode where people are spreading rumors that Les Nessman is gay and Jennifer is transsexual. What are the chances?

I had a lot of ( Read more... )

So there's this somewhat masculine-looking woman who hangs out at the laundromat I go to who (I think) reads me as a boyish lesbian and flirts aggressively every time she sees me there. I've told her I'm a guy who likes guys, but it doesn't seem to take.

Today she came in just as I was finishing up, and before she could even get to me, a guy ( Read more... )

A performer friend of Grey's and mine is doing a show tonight. I wanted to go when I thought it was at a gay bar, but now that it turns out to be at a rock club, I'm not nearly as enthusiastic. Our friend is a wonderful performer, but I'm just not very interested in spending time in predominantly straight spaces right now. I feel like I've been ( Read more... )

I have to get outfitted for the Petronius ball this week. For all my years in New Orleans, this will be my first real Carnival ball. Petronius is the oldest gay krewe, and Grey is their official photographer, and it's formal which means we both have to wear tuxedos, so AAAARRRRRGH. He is helping me with most of the outfitting, but I found the ( Read more... )

I've got to go open a new checking account. I still haven't been able to ship those eBay packages -- the money was in the account, all ready to go, and then suddenly the account was $110 in the hole because of a payment Chris had scheduled and hadn't warned me about -- the rent for his new apartment, I think. And he still hasn't put the money back ( Read more... )

Also, it would make Chris a lot happier if I participated in the life of the Green Goddess, at least to the point of hanging out more and getting to know his "pirate crew." I haven't done very well with this, I'm afraid. For a long time -- one year? two? I was essentially agoraphobic. Didn't go anywhere or see anybody. Even then he was peeved that ( Read more... )

Life is confusing lately. I feel pulled in a lot of different directions. I have an unbreakable bond with Chris, but for years we've lived more like a pair of slobby old bachelor brothers than like an actual couple. In fact, we recently decided our official designation is "soul brothers." Things are getting very hot and heavy with Grey, to the ( Read more... )