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sistawendy) wrote2012-05-15 07:07 pm
sistawendy) wrote2012-05-15 07:07 pm
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Family, not blood, capital F
Happiness, for me, is sharing in the joy of a young trans woman who's recently pulled herself back from the brink and started down the path of transition. And, of course, impersonating a wise elder by dispensing practical advice, which I am better qualified to do than damn near anyone else in this town at the moment. This, this is why I volunteer at Lambert House.
It doesn't hurt that there's a tradition among the Monday night volunqueers* of going to Smith, just a few blocks up 15th Ave., after we close up the house. They have righteous eats - try the foodie pickled veggies - and drinks. Warning: there are dead animals mounted on the walls.
I've met more cute lesbians among the volunteers. There might even be one who isn't taken.
*That's what the volunteer coordinator calls us in his emails. I wonder if the relatively few straight folks who volunteer there mind.
It doesn't hurt that there's a tradition among the Monday night volunqueers* of going to Smith, just a few blocks up 15th Ave., after we close up the house. They have righteous eats - try the foodie pickled veggies - and drinks. Warning: there are dead animals mounted on the walls.
I've met more cute lesbians among the volunteers. There might even be one who isn't taken.
*That's what the volunteer coordinator calls us in his emails. I wonder if the relatively few straight folks who volunteer there mind.