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When did I become such a networker?
Jan. 24th, 2013 05:01 pmAt my birthday party, I engaged a little bit of moaning about the difficulty of finding Ms. Right (or even Ms. Right Now) when you're a 45-year-old trans woman. The lovely wife of a certain DJ had words of comfort, and a couple of days later, passed on an invitation to me to a goddesses' clothing swap as a way to a) acquire clothes I like for free and b) meet queer women. I have reason to believe she knows what she's talking about.
The place was a pretty, old Seattle box up some steep stairs in the CD, crowded with Burners and queer women (including![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xaotica, who's both). Clothes? Not bad. Women-meeting potential? Quite good. It's a pity I couldn't stay longer: Wednesdays are when I pick up m'boy from Jewish history class.
What made it a goddesses' clothing swap? I think it had something to do with the three well-dressed men - two in suits! - serving us drinks and being solicitous. It was about this >< close to being a scene. The men sensibly stayed in the kitchen while the womenfolk wiggled into and out of clothes and past each other in the next couple of rooms. The action was frenzied enough that the hostess had marked the area in which any item of clothing was fair game using blue tape on the floor in the doorways. That's pretty intense, and the kind of organization I'd expect from Burners.
I did pick up two or three things: an earth tone tartan pleated skirt, a purple tank top, and a grey long sleeve top. Mrs. DJ kindly brought a cute dress of hers for me to try, but alas, my shoulders are HUJ. I'm pretty sure it went to a loving home, though.
The place was a pretty, old Seattle box up some steep stairs in the CD, crowded with Burners and queer women (including
xaotica, who's both). Clothes? Not bad. Women-meeting potential? Quite good. It's a pity I couldn't stay longer: Wednesdays are when I pick up m'boy from Jewish history class.What made it a goddesses' clothing swap? I think it had something to do with the three well-dressed men - two in suits! - serving us drinks and being solicitous. It was about this >< close to being a scene. The men sensibly stayed in the kitchen while the womenfolk wiggled into and out of clothes and past each other in the next couple of rooms. The action was frenzied enough that the hostess had marked the area in which any item of clothing was fair game using blue tape on the floor in the doorways. That's pretty intense, and the kind of organization I'd expect from Burners.
I did pick up two or three things: an earth tone tartan pleated skirt, a purple tank top, and a grey long sleeve top. Mrs. DJ kindly brought a cute dress of hers for me to try, but alas, my shoulders are HUJ. I'm pretty sure it went to a loving home, though.
