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Nun milks the weekend for all it's worth.
Dec. 11th, 2016 09:35 amI had the ultimate cheap date with the Islander Friday night: pho just a few blocks from my place and snobby beer across the street. (This possibility is a major reason why I ♥ Seattle, and my 'hood in particular.) We didn't go that late because she's having health issues. We're talking health issues that require an MRI; I could see that she'd replaced her labret with something that isn't ferromagnetic. She apologized for not being, well, all that ready for action lately. As much as I'm all about the action, I just wanted to hug her and tell her it's OK, because it is. Shoot.
Yesterday was nuclear social reaction.
Thing 1: a certain monthly gathering in the south end featuring![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morthael's murderously tasty cocktails and icprncs's addictive cheese shortbread. And Goths looking all fancy! I felt a tad underdressed in my LBD, velvet leopard print leggings, and stompy 'Vogs. Just the ticket.
Thing 2: former co-worker E threw a birthday-and-housewarming party also (mercifully) in the south end. The house is lovely; E & her fella are huge comic book fans, and their art and book collections nearly fill that house, which has plenty of room for two. E put a ton of effort into the baked goods; it was a pity that I maxed out at the other party. There were even queer-looking women, but I was a good girl, not least because I was tired. I went to bed on time last night, which has been a disturbing trend lately. I blame the cold weather.
Resolved: I shall not look at Twitter today because it will freak me out, and I have a date - on a school night, no less - with the Tickler tonight. Speaking of action, I promised her a good time after freaking out in her arms last time, so I'm determined not to mess this up.
One more thing: Yesterday was my sixth Rebirthday. I can't believe I didn't post about it. OK, I can, because housework and socializing ate my day. And I've had other things on my mind, of course. I have heard one tale of a trans woman de-transitioning for her own safety from the Trumpies. Would I do that? Could I, even? Never. Never, never, never.
Yesterday was nuclear social reaction.
Thing 1: a certain monthly gathering in the south end featuring
morthael's murderously tasty cocktails and icprncs's addictive cheese shortbread. And Goths looking all fancy! I felt a tad underdressed in my LBD, velvet leopard print leggings, and stompy 'Vogs. Just the ticket.Thing 2: former co-worker E threw a birthday-and-housewarming party also (mercifully) in the south end. The house is lovely; E & her fella are huge comic book fans, and their art and book collections nearly fill that house, which has plenty of room for two. E put a ton of effort into the baked goods; it was a pity that I maxed out at the other party. There were even queer-looking women, but I was a good girl, not least because I was tired. I went to bed on time last night, which has been a disturbing trend lately. I blame the cold weather.
Resolved: I shall not look at Twitter today because it will freak me out, and I have a date - on a school night, no less - with the Tickler tonight. Speaking of action, I promised her a good time after freaking out in her arms last time, so I'm determined not to mess this up.
One more thing: Yesterday was my sixth Rebirthday. I can't believe I didn't post about it. OK, I can, because housework and socializing ate my day. And I've had other things on my mind, of course. I have heard one tale of a trans woman de-transitioning for her own safety from the Trumpies. Would I do that? Could I, even? Never. Never, never, never.
