>Less than 24 hours and my lady will be here. Tomorrow afternoon at work, knowing that she is here and I can’t see her yet may, in fact, drive me nuts. Obviously, I dont even really know how to write about it because I’m so totally spaced out right now that I’ve lost all ability to be articulate.
Except, of course, for when I’m talking toSinclair. Mr. Sexsmith and I had a rousing conversation about gender and relationships between butch women and trans men this Sunday morning last. Go hereto check it out (if you haven’t already). I think its some pretty important dialogue to engage in. I haven’t been so up on talking about identity politics lately, but I’ve realized this may be related to the fact that A)Im pretty comfy and B)I haven’t (previously to this interview) really been talking with folks who I want to explore things like this with. I actually feel like we got some work done in this chat, rather than just doing The Dirty P** In addition, the talk was definitely easier for me because by 10 am on Sunday I’d had 8 shots of espresso. That’s how I roll.
My favorite thing to do on Sundays is to get up fairly listen to a Bluegrass radio show, read and drink coffee on my patio. In fact, if these few things don’t happen to me, I sort of …well, get cranky. Thank god for the motivation to get up and talk to Sin. Also, I’m almost done with my latest Nora Roberts novel, ‘Northern Lights.’
I’m going to take a little time out here to tell you about my love for Nora Roberts, and I’m going to be kind of an ass about it. Ready? Good. Here’s the thing, I have really good taste. So, you may be asking yourself why is he reading that trash? Because its good. Because its EASY. Spending time with Nora doesn’t stress me out, or make me feel heavydeepandreal. It just is. Its a middle of the road story, its interesting, and there’s some kind of hot sex thrown in for good measure. I’m getting all preachy about it because I think everyone needs a break from HDandR stuff, and a chance to actually relax under the pages of a story instead of sitting on the edge of your chair gritting your teeth or curling up into a ball and weeping. Also, you don’t have to take my word for it ™ but you should.
**The Dirty P is that nasty mostly masturbatory thing that the queers are really into: Processing.