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Oct. 16th, 2003 10:35 pmone more thing...
In my inebriation Tuesday night, I forgot to make the point about 'straight girls'when making the point about 'men' and the problems I sometimes have with their attraction to me. In both cases, the attention is flattering, but bittersweet at best, and alienating at worst.
a tiny amount of trepidation
If one measures by the planetary scale. I'm going here this Saturday, and I'm more than a tiny bit nervous. As I've probably said here before, I've never felt very comfortable in groups, but this is much more pronounced with groups that coalesce around the concept of gender variance. I'm trying not to track any of that history out of the storage of my mind, but it's damned difficult. Wish me well.
tar baby
I wish it were easier to put down the stress one gets from external sources as it is to pick it up. This is extra annoying when the original stressors are replaced with very happy news. Why can't I be rubber, instead of glue?
methadone
Anyone have a good substitute for in depth contact and dialogue? My main man has been a little dry lately, my almost-as-main-men skipped town, and I don't have the energy to search for a new connection when I'm jonesing badly.
Yeah, it's an overextended metaphor; it seemed cool in my head.
but not least
There are good people out there; I'm lucky enough to know more than my fair share of them. I just wish I didn't feel compelled to keep my distance (note that the compulsion is internal in point of origin, not external).
In my inebriation Tuesday night, I forgot to make the point about 'straight girls'when making the point about 'men' and the problems I sometimes have with their attraction to me. In both cases, the attention is flattering, but bittersweet at best, and alienating at worst.
a tiny amount of trepidation
If one measures by the planetary scale. I'm going here this Saturday, and I'm more than a tiny bit nervous. As I've probably said here before, I've never felt very comfortable in groups, but this is much more pronounced with groups that coalesce around the concept of gender variance. I'm trying not to track any of that history out of the storage of my mind, but it's damned difficult. Wish me well.
tar baby
I wish it were easier to put down the stress one gets from external sources as it is to pick it up. This is extra annoying when the original stressors are replaced with very happy news. Why can't I be rubber, instead of glue?
methadone
Anyone have a good substitute for in depth contact and dialogue? My main man has been a little dry lately, my almost-as-main-men skipped town, and I don't have the energy to search for a new connection when I'm jonesing badly.
Yeah, it's an overextended metaphor; it seemed cool in my head.
but not least
There are good people out there; I'm lucky enough to know more than my fair share of them. I just wish I didn't feel compelled to keep my distance (note that the compulsion is internal in point of origin, not external).
