Oh, the dreaded, "Sorry I haven't posted in a while," post. I had hoped to avoid them, but alas, sometimes it's just unavoidable I suppose. Try as I might, while I'm incredibly stressed out, I have a tough time wringing anything worth reading out of my muse, and I refuse to give you all trite scribblings of a distracted and emotional writer to read. For those of you wondering, though, no, I'm not dead.
February kind of went sideways for me. Not in the sense that anything catastrophic happened, but just in the sense that things seemed to constantly be falling down, and I've spent most of the month trying to keep things together just to maintain the status quo, and I've only partially succeeded. Two major things have kept me entirely off-balance, that being work turning into a giant pile of stress, and some... let's call them communication problems with R. Both of these things have more or less settled down (R, more so than work, fortunately) so I'm attempting this whole blogging thing again for the first time in two weeks. It's been a nice little hiatus, but it's time I put my "big girl panties" back on and wrote something.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 6, 2012
Sin & Gluttony
Every year, my friends host a party in their home called "Sin & Gluttony." It's always the first weekend in February, and is a celebration of delectable foods, wine, spirits, and friendship, otherwise known as a "check your diet at the door" party. This past weekend was the 2012 Sin & Gluttony.
I mention this party specifically because it marks a transitional landmark for me. Last year, around this time, I had been on hormones for four months, was having regular laser hair removal appointments, and was becoming more and more passable. With those changes, I was spending more and more time as Sara, and really only reverting back to my male persona for work. Most everybody knew of my transition at this point, but there were many peripheral friends and acquaintances - that is to say, people that you like and are friends with, but whom you see roughly three times per year at major events such as this - that had never met Sara. The prospect of attending the party as Sara was frightening to me, because it would have been the first time I'd have been in a major social situation, trying to pass, with a bunch of people I didn't necessarily know; a trial-by-fire, so to speak.
I mention this party specifically because it marks a transitional landmark for me. Last year, around this time, I had been on hormones for four months, was having regular laser hair removal appointments, and was becoming more and more passable. With those changes, I was spending more and more time as Sara, and really only reverting back to my male persona for work. Most everybody knew of my transition at this point, but there were many peripheral friends and acquaintances - that is to say, people that you like and are friends with, but whom you see roughly three times per year at major events such as this - that had never met Sara. The prospect of attending the party as Sara was frightening to me, because it would have been the first time I'd have been in a major social situation, trying to pass, with a bunch of people I didn't necessarily know; a trial-by-fire, so to speak.
Feb 3, 2012
Passing Thoughts 8
"Sara!" you exclaim. "Wednesday came and went, and there was no blog post from you! What gives?"
I had what some might call an adventure. But let me back up a bit... we'll get to that in due time. What I'd like to talk about first, occurred over the weekend, and has moved on from there.
"Well, dear reader, that's one hell of a story! I'm glad you asked on this dreary day," I reply.
I had what some might call an adventure. But let me back up a bit... we'll get to that in due time. What I'd like to talk about first, occurred over the weekend, and has moved on from there.
I used to room with my friends a while back, during the beginning phases of my transition. During that time, I had an old computer I wasn't using, and theirs was down for repair, so I gave it to them. I didn't bother to wipe the hard drive first, as we knew each other pretty well, and there really wasn't anything private on there in the first place. I'm extraordinarily glad I didn't, now, also, because I was informed the other day that there was roughly 140 MB of pictures left on it of me... or, at least, me in my previous incarnation.
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