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After a disco nap which was cut short by a work situation, I went to the Innerflight crew's party in Golden Gardens park. Many hippies, a surprising number of locally famous techno types, a gorgeous sunset with multi-layered clouds, and music that was mostly right on. Lots of people brought their kids & dogs. Megahappy for everybody.
I think I saw my spiritual children there: four trans girls, or at least awfully femme queens, there in rainbow hair, laddered hose, fishnets, and otherwise Goth clothes and makeup. It was a vision of what I might have been had I been born when they were. One of them - the one who Vogued like a gay boy, I think - exchanged the Secret Trans Smile with me.
On to Re-bar's Ceremony for hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupcake_goth but not, sadly, her stunt husband. A couple of us tried interpretive dances, but it's just not the same without the pair of them. I must have brought the raver vibe with me because the music was much more my speed than hers, which is usually not the case at that night.
And then to Substation in Frelard for the Seattle Church of House Music. On the way from my car to the club I noticed narrative-looking shadows on the windows of the top floor of the building at the substation after which the club is named; I'm assuming that's one of the cleverer public art projects in the city.
The DJ who did his thing for most of my time there was Jayson Spaceotter, whom I'd just heard a few hours earlier at the park spinning a markedly different set. He was, in the words of another raver, killin' it.
I think I saw my spiritual children there: four trans girls, or at least awfully femme queens, there in rainbow hair, laddered hose, fishnets, and otherwise Goth clothes and makeup. It was a vision of what I might have been had I been born when they were. One of them - the one who Vogued like a gay boy, I think - exchanged the Secret Trans Smile with me.
On to Re-bar's Ceremony for hanging out with
cupcake_goth but not, sadly, her stunt husband. A couple of us tried interpretive dances, but it's just not the same without the pair of them. I must have brought the raver vibe with me because the music was much more my speed than hers, which is usually not the case at that night.And then to Substation in Frelard for the Seattle Church of House Music. On the way from my car to the club I noticed narrative-looking shadows on the windows of the top floor of the building at the substation after which the club is named; I'm assuming that's one of the cleverer public art projects in the city.
The DJ who did his thing for most of my time there was Jayson Spaceotter, whom I'd just heard a few hours earlier at the park spinning a markedly different set. He was, in the words of another raver, killin' it.
