outings, past and future

I went to latex dinner on Thursday. I had a good time with people in shiny clothes, and Six Arms on a Thursday night is pretty good. I talked opera and gender confirmation surgery. And there were, I think, a total of four trans people in our party of about twenty. I was probably the one most audibly freaked out about the election. Yeah, the whole outing felt weird, but also somehow necessary for me.

Shallow fashion details: latex LBD, my stompiest boots, and studded accessories.

After getting home late Thursday night, I woke up at 0415 yesterday. Today I slept until 0315 — after getting over seven hours of sleep. I've got two places to be today plus a date with Dancer early this evening. I'm wondering if and when I can shoehorn a nap into the day.

I will say this: there are trans people who've complained that their cis friends & family haven't reached out. That's not the case for me, and I'm grateful.