Nun gets Goth on as she did more often back in the day.

But first: I split my largest African violet three ways without knowing in advance just how delicate they are. One now has no leaves, and the other two are a little low on roots. I stuck a few leaves into one of the pots because heaven knows I knocked a lot of leaves off, which was not the original plan. Violets are tough, but I think I'm about to test their limits. Check back in a month to see how many live violets I have.

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Friday: after a dinner & dog walking with m'boy, I felt a really serious social jones. I think fall has messed with my mind. Went to the Merc, drank too much, and started feeling an inferiority complex about my life and the lack of stellar circumflatulation I've done since, well, I started transitioning. I may just have to fix that.

Last night: Ceremony at Re-bar. Happiness is having straight girlfriends who don't mind TMI about lesbian sex (*tips topper to cupcake_goth*). People I didn't expect to see there:

• Monny & Shawna, the former owners of the Vogue. OK, I shouldn't be too surprised because it's exactly the kind of night they had at their club for decades, but I don't see them around too often anymore.
• Riz Rollins - definitely not the kind of night you'd associate with Seattle's grand old man of house & hip hop, but he used to have a night of his own at Re-bar. It occurs to me that he may have wandered in from Kremwerk, which is around the corner. (I checked Kremwerk out on the way home. Electro flavor.)
• Some English dude who asked me if he could sit down. ("Sure." The table was empty because all the elder Goths were dancing; they & I have disjoint musical taste.) He asked me if I'm into men ("No, sorry"), and if I'm into girls like myself ("Girls generally"), and then showed me pictures of himself en femme. He let me know he was in town on business. I was creeped out, gave him the could shoulder, and was relieved when the elder Goths returned. Yeah, I've known since before transition that this is trans life. Le sigh.