goings on about Seattle
Oct. 6th, 2024 11:23 amFriday night: I made it to the monthly north end munch, i.e. gathering of kinky folk in civvies for dinner. That kind of thing is usually pleasant even though an awful lot of the regulars are coupled-up boomers. And it was, except for one thing: a boomer who's in the know about goings on at the Center for Sex Positive Culture* says that the board blew what's probably its last chance to get a new space by dithering. You just can't do that in a real estate market that's (still) as bananas as Seattle's. My source ascribed it to the inexperience of the board and a misplaced desire to obtain a consensus of many members, the latter of which is so Seattle it hurts. He speculates that without its own space, the CSPC could be gone in a few years. The community's elder, richer angels are one by one losing patience with them.
Saturday morning: brunch at Lost Lake with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
trystbat! I consumed an awful lot of mimosa and caffeine, and had the best time I've had during the daytime in for-damn-ever. As I told her, it kills me a little that I don't live in the Bay Area, because then I could see her more often. I played tour guide around the Pike/Pine corridor and then leaned heavily on my transit luck, which was nothing short of miraculous yesterday.
Saturday afternoon: I got sugared. Sadly, the season of showing off bare legs has just ended.
Later on Saturday afternoon: Uwajimaya with Tacoma Girl. I think I have enough beer for my Halloween party, plus Asian munchies for those who unfathomably don't want sushi. Oh, and I learned something from Tacoma Girl: breaded & fried enoki mushrooms are a pretty good substitute for chicken. That's the kind of thing I would try.
One more thing: I am now among the legions of Chappell Roan's fans. Even if you're (ahem) more than double her age, her songs are highly relatable if you're any flavor of dyke. Imagine a young, queer, country-fried Kate Bush with a thing for New Wave.
*For those of you outside the Seattle area, that's Seattle's oldest and largest non-profit kink organization. They had a space of their own from 1999 to 2015, and they used it well: many educational events, and of course a whole lot of ahem. Most of those who regularly used that space miss it terribly.
Saturday morning: brunch at Lost Lake with
trystbat! I consumed an awful lot of mimosa and caffeine, and had the best time I've had during the daytime in for-damn-ever. As I told her, it kills me a little that I don't live in the Bay Area, because then I could see her more often. I played tour guide around the Pike/Pine corridor and then leaned heavily on my transit luck, which was nothing short of miraculous yesterday.Saturday afternoon: I got sugared. Sadly, the season of showing off bare legs has just ended.
Later on Saturday afternoon: Uwajimaya with Tacoma Girl. I think I have enough beer for my Halloween party, plus Asian munchies for those who unfathomably don't want sushi. Oh, and I learned something from Tacoma Girl: breaded & fried enoki mushrooms are a pretty good substitute for chicken. That's the kind of thing I would try.
One more thing: I am now among the legions of Chappell Roan's fans. Even if you're (ahem) more than double her age, her songs are highly relatable if you're any flavor of dyke. Imagine a young, queer, country-fried Kate Bush with a thing for New Wave.
*For those of you outside the Seattle area, that's Seattle's oldest and largest non-profit kink organization. They had a space of their own from 1999 to 2015, and they used it well: many educational events, and of course a whole lot of ahem. Most of those who regularly used that space miss it terribly.
