Back into the work groove, which always involves fighting fires more than it ought to.Lambert House
last night. I finally got around to asking the director, Ken, what to do about folks in trans group who suck all the oxygen out of the room. This is a frequent occurrence, and I'm not proud to admit that I've never really known how to deal with it, so I didn't try.
Also, I told Ken about my tabling at Pride, especially that people wanted to know about the house's financial situation. He was hoping he could get some pro fundraisers on board before he had to message that, but he might have to reconsider, he said; props to him for being careful. As usual, I got an earful about incompetence and skullduggery at city hall, and stuff I need to do to the database to protect the house from it. I'm on it, but only time will tell if it's soon enough.
is back with me for four nights to make up for when I was at Critical. I'd barely seen him for two weeks. Yeah, I missed him. He put his clean laundry away before I got home without needing to be reminded. That made me inordinately happy, and I told him so.
Other things that make me happy:
- Making plans with the Siberian Siren to make plans for the Folsom Street Fair.
- Planning a date with Much Younger Woman.
- Getting a record recommendation from the Tickler that I have no doubt is solid.
- Hearing from Ex that an old college chum has tracked me down, but doesn't yet know about my sex switcheroo.