Fancy dinner – planned before my trip to Folsom – with the Purdy Persian last night at Le Coin. The meal was right on, and she liked it. She looked hot. But...
...she said some problematic things. She's widely read, wider than I am, but she's living proof that that's not necessarily a defense against bad meme disease: borderline climate denialism; a bit of the hysteria about treatment for trans kids and fertility* – yes, again; and the ever-popular "I don't see color."
She picks the weirdest things to be afraid of: leftists, for starters. It may not help that she has connections to Iranian oil money. Girlfriend has been all over the planet, partying from Laos to not quite Long Island. She also picks weird people to believe, like CIA veterans. She's just a hair too young to remember that we're talking about the agency that abjectly failed to predict the collapse of the USSR. How's that for l'esprit d'escalier?
Did I try to correct all this? Feebly. Did she invite me to a wine tasting near her place in a week? Yes. Did I accept? Also yes. Why? She's hot and fascinating to talk to, if often morbidly. Yes, she's queer, as she reminded me last night, but she's also adorably in love with a tech bro. (She showed him some of my toy** collection from my house. The poor man was in bed.)
I'm reminded of the last time I didn't call out a problematic person, namely![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ack_yeahright's ex. He was in a position to hurt someone I care about, though, and the Purdy Persian isn't.
*There's almost an explanation for this one. She's 33 and she really wants a kid. The biological alarm clock is real for many, but not all, cis women.
**The toys that are not sex toys, If You Know What I Mean. Speaking of sex toys, she actually held Blanca II right after I told her I'd tested it on myself. Girlfriend's super freaky, no doubt.
...she said some problematic things. She's widely read, wider than I am, but she's living proof that that's not necessarily a defense against bad meme disease: borderline climate denialism; a bit of the hysteria about treatment for trans kids and fertility* – yes, again; and the ever-popular "I don't see color."
She picks the weirdest things to be afraid of: leftists, for starters. It may not help that she has connections to Iranian oil money. Girlfriend has been all over the planet, partying from Laos to not quite Long Island. She also picks weird people to believe, like CIA veterans. She's just a hair too young to remember that we're talking about the agency that abjectly failed to predict the collapse of the USSR. How's that for l'esprit d'escalier?
Did I try to correct all this? Feebly. Did she invite me to a wine tasting near her place in a week? Yes. Did I accept? Also yes. Why? She's hot and fascinating to talk to, if often morbidly. Yes, she's queer, as she reminded me last night, but she's also adorably in love with a tech bro. (She showed him some of my toy** collection from my house. The poor man was in bed.)
I'm reminded of the last time I didn't call out a problematic person, namely
ack_yeahright's ex. He was in a position to hurt someone I care about, though, and the Purdy Persian isn't.*There's almost an explanation for this one. She's 33 and she really wants a kid. The biological alarm clock is real for many, but not all, cis women.
**The toys that are not sex toys, If You Know What I Mean. Speaking of sex toys, she actually held Blanca II right after I told her I'd tested it on myself. Girlfriend's super freaky, no doubt.
