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Seacompression with Beavers
Oct. 5th, 2014 02:50 pmOne of the Beavers (i.e. denizens of Camp Beaverton for Wayward Girls, my camp for this year's Burning Man) had a birthday on Friday, and since that coincided with last night's Seacompression, a bunch of other Beavers flew or otherwise got a ride here from Portland & Oakland. It was a mini-Beaver reunion in Bonbon's place over in Maple Leaf, complete with fabulous food and pretty queer women running around half naked as they put on their Burner finery.
Since we had so many out-of-towners sans cars, we needed my Sanctimobile as ground transportation from the north end of Seattle to the south. Once there, we got our rendezvous organized because lesbian Burners. The theme this year was "Let Them Eat Cake", so the 18th century-inspired costumes were felicitously abundant. Yes, the sweet young things were mostly straight, but they were still fun to look at.
Me? I was wearing my skimpy, raver-flavored hot pink Muppet skin, as so often. I may have been slacking costume-wise, but I got to show off what I'd done with Goldiebike & Green Lake in the last year, which was definitely not slack.
And since it was a week or two earlier this year than in previous years, it was warm enough that skimpy Muppet skin was comfortable. I warned the Oakland folks in no uncertain terms to prepare to freeze their booties off, but I felt a little foolish when it didn't happen.
Most notable art car: a viewing platform, which is standard stuff, but on top of a Metro coach! Not a very old one, either. Whether rented or sold, who got their hands on enough money to get one of those, and how?
After we got everyone back, we hung out at Bonbon's for a while. (I didn't join the cuddle puddle. Yet another instance of gun-shyness in the presence of a group of dykes who've known each other for ages.) I told the Beavers I needed to go home & dilate, and to my surprise I needed to explain what that meant. Educating the world, even parts of it I wouldn't expect to need education, about trans stuff seems to be one of my missions in life. I'm more than OK with that.
Since we had so many out-of-towners sans cars, we needed my Sanctimobile as ground transportation from the north end of Seattle to the south. Once there, we got our rendezvous organized because lesbian Burners. The theme this year was "Let Them Eat Cake", so the 18th century-inspired costumes were felicitously abundant. Yes, the sweet young things were mostly straight, but they were still fun to look at.
Me? I was wearing my skimpy, raver-flavored hot pink Muppet skin, as so often. I may have been slacking costume-wise, but I got to show off what I'd done with Goldiebike & Green Lake in the last year, which was definitely not slack.
And since it was a week or two earlier this year than in previous years, it was warm enough that skimpy Muppet skin was comfortable. I warned the Oakland folks in no uncertain terms to prepare to freeze their booties off, but I felt a little foolish when it didn't happen.
Most notable art car: a viewing platform, which is standard stuff, but on top of a Metro coach! Not a very old one, either. Whether rented or sold, who got their hands on enough money to get one of those, and how?
After we got everyone back, we hung out at Bonbon's for a while. (I didn't join the cuddle puddle. Yet another instance of gun-shyness in the presence of a group of dykes who've known each other for ages.) I told the Beavers I needed to go home & dilate, and to my surprise I needed to explain what that meant. Educating the world, even parts of it I wouldn't expect to need education, about trans stuff seems to be one of my missions in life. I'm more than OK with that.
