I'll do this in chronological order. It makes a better narrative.
Yesterday afternoon, Volunteer Park in Seattle Featured two events I wanted to go that overlapped in time and were within 200m of each other. The first was the second annual trans picnic. Once again, several hundred trans and non-binary people converged near the Asian Art Museum and... had a picnic. Yeah, it was pretty low key. Some people said it was bigger than last year, but that wasn't obvious to me. There were certainly hundreds of us there, along with food, which I missed, and more importantly, water & soft drinks. It was the kind of event that makes me want to kidnap random geezers from conservatives areas, get them out of the trunk, and go, "See?!"
But instead of random geezers I got to see D from back in my Microsoft days. Her life sounds weirdly like mine: another trans techie. I put the heart sticker on my name tag that meant it was OK to flirt with me, but that didn't happen, and I didn't make much of an effort myself because...
...there was the Goth clothing swap just north of the stage. The eye candy is a major attraction. I swear, clubbers could learn a thing or two from young people who go all out for a booze-free (but, surprisingly, not food-free) event in the afternoon. I saw Shiny H looking way too fabulous for a clothing swap; I swear that girl is as big around as one of my thighs. Did I need clothes, though? No. But did I get some anyway? Yes, but only a couple of small items. I might have snarfed more if I'd shown up earlier. Then I would have been faced with painful decisions after getting the clothes clean.
I texted the coven that I was heading for the Hill to the Merc* unless somebody came up with another plan.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
namoda was already there and in need of eetz, so Witness it was. Pity Tacoma Girl didn't come with us, but I always have a good time with the coven and any proper subset thereof.
And then I got home on the bus around midnight, which is when my son texted me a photo of his positive COVID test. Right now he's isolating in the apartment underneath the Devil Girl House. Luckily, Ex was at the beach and hasn't been in the same room with him since Wednesday. I haven't, either. It was providence that we got his apartment all furnished just a couple of weeks ago. It's not the use for that apartment that I'd prefer, but it's very, very good to have right now. Ex asked me to get him Pepcid & Zyrtec or generic equivalents to forestall long COVID. I did as she asked. He complains of chest pain when he breathes, which I found alarming until Ex said that she sometimes gets that with colds. Poor kiddo. Seeing as he's not the social butterfly that I am, he almost certainly got it at work.
Oh: speaking of being a social butterfly, I went to a latex dinner on Thursday. It was shiny. There was Mexican food and margaritas on a rooftop. One dude next to us but not in our group joked that he didn't get the memo. Naturally we referred him to Madame Zoe to get on the mailing list.
*It may have been a good thing I didn't go to the Merc. They had an open membership night that filled up the joint. It was a sardine scene, which I'm OK with, but it was all new people. Good for the Merc, though.
Yesterday afternoon, Volunteer Park in Seattle Featured two events I wanted to go that overlapped in time and were within 200m of each other. The first was the second annual trans picnic. Once again, several hundred trans and non-binary people converged near the Asian Art Museum and... had a picnic. Yeah, it was pretty low key. Some people said it was bigger than last year, but that wasn't obvious to me. There were certainly hundreds of us there, along with food, which I missed, and more importantly, water & soft drinks. It was the kind of event that makes me want to kidnap random geezers from conservatives areas, get them out of the trunk, and go, "See?!"
But instead of random geezers I got to see D from back in my Microsoft days. Her life sounds weirdly like mine: another trans techie. I put the heart sticker on my name tag that meant it was OK to flirt with me, but that didn't happen, and I didn't make much of an effort myself because...
...there was the Goth clothing swap just north of the stage. The eye candy is a major attraction. I swear, clubbers could learn a thing or two from young people who go all out for a booze-free (but, surprisingly, not food-free) event in the afternoon. I saw Shiny H looking way too fabulous for a clothing swap; I swear that girl is as big around as one of my thighs. Did I need clothes, though? No. But did I get some anyway? Yes, but only a couple of small items. I might have snarfed more if I'd shown up earlier. Then I would have been faced with painful decisions after getting the clothes clean.
I texted the coven that I was heading for the Hill to the Merc* unless somebody came up with another plan.
namoda was already there and in need of eetz, so Witness it was. Pity Tacoma Girl didn't come with us, but I always have a good time with the coven and any proper subset thereof.And then I got home on the bus around midnight, which is when my son texted me a photo of his positive COVID test. Right now he's isolating in the apartment underneath the Devil Girl House. Luckily, Ex was at the beach and hasn't been in the same room with him since Wednesday. I haven't, either. It was providence that we got his apartment all furnished just a couple of weeks ago. It's not the use for that apartment that I'd prefer, but it's very, very good to have right now. Ex asked me to get him Pepcid & Zyrtec or generic equivalents to forestall long COVID. I did as she asked. He complains of chest pain when he breathes, which I found alarming until Ex said that she sometimes gets that with colds. Poor kiddo. Seeing as he's not the social butterfly that I am, he almost certainly got it at work.
Oh: speaking of being a social butterfly, I went to a latex dinner on Thursday. It was shiny. There was Mexican food and margaritas on a rooftop. One dude next to us but not in our group joked that he didn't get the memo. Naturally we referred him to Madame Zoe to get on the mailing list.
*It may have been a good thing I didn't go to the Merc. They had an open membership night that filled up the joint. It was a sardine scene, which I'm OK with, but it was all new people. Good for the Merc, though.
