munching my way to happiness

I went to the women's munch last night. There were only six of us there because the organizers had forgotten to post it on the relevant social media, i.e. Fetlife, but I still had a fantastic time. Yes, I've been going there with the strong ulterior (?) motive of meeting like-minded romantically-inclined ladies and have been largely frustrated. But you know what? That doesn't matter either in the moment or even in general.

Why? Because the munch is a good time and also a fantastic source of information. This time it was information about how to be a dyke on a bike during Pride and fun things to do in New York City.

I've been resisting the idea of making fun plans because of All This. I think that needs to change both for my own mental health and as a way of saying a hearty "Fuck you" to the fash.