Yes, I’m back from a fabulous week long vacation in very hot and humid Florida. Â We had time on the beach, we had time in the pool, we had time for naps and sleeping in. Â We were fed amazing food in large quantities. Â I gained weight, I became well-rested, I enjoyed the time away with my family. Â I added to my massive freckle collection and deepened the farmer’s tan on my shoulders and arms. Â It felt good to not feel the gravitational pull of work and tasks and go!go!go! for a few days. Â I wish I could afford more time off, it would certainly be good for my mental and physical health and I’d love to have more time for writing. Â That’s something I was able to indulge in while on vacation, I pulled open my laptop — offline — and added to some stories that I really love and have high hopes for.
My wife passed a birthday milestone while we were away, we celebrated her 40th birthday party with a really nice seafood dinner at a restaurant on the Indian River (I had a beautiful and delicious tuna steak). Â Her father and step-mom gifted her with a PowerBall ticket and we had some fun fantasizing about what we’d do with all that money. Â One of the first things was: Â I wouldn’t have to work unless I wanted to, doing things I wanted to do. Â I also fantasized with her about building a writer’s hut where I could seclude myself and concentrate. Â Ahhhh.. fantasies can be so much fun. Â But, no, she didn’t have a winning ticket.
We came home and I got sick within 36 hours — sinus pressure, ears plugged up, post-nasal drip, coughing, slight fever. Â Ugh. Â It has been over a week since the last day of vacation and I feel better, but wish I could have held onto that post-vacation glow a little longer.
As proof that there is no rest for the wicked, after only two days home, we hosted my wife’s 40th birthday party. Â I was fully ill by then and grateful that my mother-not-in-law was visiting and able to help prepare food trays. Â Another friend visited Friday night through Saturday morning and was able to help with a lot of outdoor prep. Â Thank goodness because I could only work for about 30 minutes at a time before lying down for an hour. Â My main job was keeping the baby happy and occupied. Â Â I felt pretty guilty about all the work my wife had to do for her own party, but she was very understanding and only asked that I ‘rally’ for the party itself.
We had a nice group of people attend the party, time to visit and catch up with everyone and plenty of good food and drink to share. Â The next day, I collapsed and gave in to my illness.
A few announcements:
Butch Voices Portland: My session on Genderqueer was accepted by Jay Walls and the rest of the programming committee for Butch Voices Portland. Â I’m excited and very nervous. Â I’m not academically educated in gender or sexuality studies, so I’m hoping my 40+ years of personal research will be enough to engage a group of people on this topic. Â I’m sure to learn a lot from the participants, and that’s the real win for me: Â meeting other genderqueers and learning from their explorations of identity and gender. Â Roxy will also be at this conference, as my Registration co-chair and partner in crime. Â She’s also volunteered to be the stage manager for Saturday night’s Butch Buffet variety show (with me as her backstage minion *grin*).
FOLSOM!!! In less than 4 weeks,Â I’ll be heading to San Francisco to participate in that festival of debauchery, kink and leather known as the Folsom Street Fair. Â My lovely hostess will be the thoroughly perverted and lovely Roxy. Â We’ve been scheming, planning and challenging each other about this since last year. Â I’ll be proudly wearing my collar and lead by leash, doing my best to be the humble and obedient boy you all know I strive to be. Â And if I don’t, Sir will put me right back in my place. Â We’ll be cruisin the Fair, soaking in the sights and seeing who we recognize (and who recognizes us). Â We’ve got two nights of dungeon play planned. Â Saturday night, we’ll be at the Citadel where I will be on full display and Roxy will be inviting a special guest star to play with us* … maybe we can make a game of guessing who that might be. Â The second night, we’ll be at the Citadel again for the Eclipse party. Â Roxy’s got some special ideas for that night as well and is eager to introduce me to her friends. Â It’s been too, too long since we were able to sink ourselves into each other and we’re giddy about spending so much time together.
* I was in the middle of writing that sentence when I realized that I was feeling kind of shy about telling y’all about the other person we’ll be playing with. Â Our scene will be the culmination of a lot of talk and negotiation and discussion, and years of Kyle fetishizing certain situations and types of people. Â I’m sure some of you would love to know who it is and some of you probably do, but I don’t know yet if he wants to be outed yet. Â Oh, there’s a clue, yes, it’s a ‘he’.
Ivan Coyote’s latest column, Shemanifesto, is a must read for all who are navigating the sometimes troubled waters around butches, pronouns and transgender people of all kinds. Â Ivan is clear, positive and generous in her attempt to broker a peace settlement across the butch-transsexual boundary. Â In fact, she goes further, questioning the existence or need for such a boundary. Â This column crystallizes a lot of things that were rumbling around in my head, thank you, Ivan.
SilverDayDreams wrote this a while ago, but you should check it out of you’re a tweeter, So You Wanna Follow Me? She expresses a bit frustration over how people sometimes respond to her tweets and has posted a set of guidelines some may find useful, “If youâ€™re going to tweet to kinky girls (or to any girl for that matter), thereâ€™s some basics that you should know….”
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