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Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House
Current Music: Daft Punk, "One More Time"

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kink,
latex

a brief, shiny, pink night out

Hit the Mercury in my Barbie-pink latex dress with "Slut" across the chest in whatever the Barbie typeface is called. Chatted with literally shiny people. But I did the early bird thing, leaving at 2300 and thereby guaranteeing myself good transit connections and reasonable sleep. I'm going to need that sleep, because I have a first date in an hour and a half. That's right, this post is a cliffhanger.

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music,
videos

Bombay Royale, love you love you

Video title: THE BOMBAY ROYALE - I LOVE YOU LOVE YOU
Posted by: thebombayroyale
Date posted: Jul 5, 2017

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click

Since changing ISPs, Google image recaptchas are hard to convince I'm human; they keep showing one tiled image after another after another and another.

Errant thought today while clicking tiles:
I should get myself an AI tool to do this for me.

Current Mood: refreshed
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House

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a weeknight on Capitol Hill

I did indeed make it to the women's (non-leather) munch at the 'Rose last night, stopping by Elliott Bay Books on the way. Much chat with B, who's about to stop being Washington State Ms. Leather and not a minute too soon, to hear her tell it. Damn kink community drama. And shame on me for assuming that anyone is too old to participate. But! It was a lovely time and I bought beers from queers.

When did Babeland, the venerable local sex shop, start closing at 2000 instead of 2200? They're hardly alone in reducing their hours, but still, I was hoping to pick up lube on the way home and didn't manage.

Taking the bus & train home at 2000 is so much faster than it is after midnight. The automatic train signaling that Sound Transit likes to brag about really does cut the wait times in about half. This technology stuff sometimes works. Who'd a thunk it?

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Ahhh...... Petrichor!

It's feeling/looking/sounding like spring.

Current Mood: disappointed
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House

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plans,
sleep

Too much of a good thing?

A pattern, repeated several times over the last two months: after dinner & Duolingo, I veg out from about 1830 to at the latest 2100, and then crash and sleep pretty well. And this is the time of year when my sleep is usually terrible. Don't get me wrong, I love not being a zombie the next day. But I also miss having the energy and inclination to circumflatulate or get out of the house at night.

The question is, as ever, why? I've ruled out lower hormone levels and if anything, the significantly longer days should be getting me wired as they have in the past. But neau. Maybe I'm just geezing. Oy.

You know, there's a women's munch tonight at the 'Rose, and I'm low on lube and reading material. (The Tickler & I killed time at Elliott Bay on Saturday night. I feel as if I owe them another book purchase.) I could do worse than hitting the Hill. We'll see if I feel like it.

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House
Current Music: Angine de Poitrine, "Ababa Hotel"

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a good night at Lambert House

I went to Lambert House for the trans group as usual last night, and it was a good group, if small: trans ~~yoof~~ youth talking about trans things. One thing that made it more pleasant than usual was that nobody connected to the online meeting; everyone was there in person. I just find it harder to divide my attention between the screen and the room, and the audio is always terrible. If the purveyors of online video hardware & software really want to take over the world, they're going to have to solve that second problem.

And while I'm complaining, I'm tired of the setup and teardown needed for the video calls. We can't just set it up and leave it up because we're still at St. Mark's, not in our own house. However, says Ken the director, we're moving back in July. I'm oh so ready, and the ~~yoof~~ youth are too, I found out last night.

Just two more trips to St. Marks for me, I think: I'll be in San Francisco in early May. It was pretty damn fantastic of St. Mark's to rent us that much space for that long, complete with use of a kitchen. Like many if not most queers I'm deeply suspicious of most conventional religious organizations* because they're full of people who crave being told that doing horrible things to queers is OK. Nevertheless, the Episcopal church in general and St. Mark's Cathedral in particular have won my grudging respect.

*Hence the popularity of woo among queers. If I could roll my eyes in writing right now, I would.

Current Mood: satisfied
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House
Current Music: Chappell Roan, "Pink Pony Club"

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Nun and Tickler do Capitol Hill.

Eats: I'd walked or taken the bus past Malaysian restaurant Kedai Makan for years. If I remember correctly,

seelenschwester used to be a chef there. It had languished far down my to-do list.

But then the Tickler wanted a place to eat with lots of gluten free options, and they found it. It's fantastic! And not crazy expensive. Pro tip: make a reservation like we did, because nearly everyone else found out it's good before I did.

Beats: Thence to Chop Suey for a night called Sapphic Factory. Yes, there were sweet young things making out. And yes, we joined the entire club to sing along to "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan. The dance floor was crowded enough to make the Tickler claustrophobic, so we found a strategic spot for people watching, i.e. being dirty old femmes. We resolved to dress sluttier next time, since that seemed to be the vibe. Latex wouldn't have been out of place.

The Tickler had done homework (!) and listened to the artists on the list that the promoters put in their promos, but which the DJs apparently ignored. It is to laugh. I will say that electrolysis music* goes better when your surrounded by scantily clad dykes. And playing Chappell Roan atones for a multitude of sins.

*My erstwhile electrolysis lady, Ms. Zappy, used to play a lot of oh-so-current pop hits while working on me. I now associate that sound with having electrified needles inserted into my skin.

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Boom.

8:35am: 3 strong BOOMs, each about 10 seconds apart.
Not at all like the magnitude 3 earthquake rumble we had a few days ago.
Much stronger than the booms a few days before, which were likely training exercises at Fort Jackson.
And I have to wonder, is it a bomb strike somewhere, retaliatory...?

When I checked on the earthquake the other day, the seismographs were about 5 minutes behind.. well it has been 5 minutes now, so ... Nothing showing up yet. No sirens either; no alarms.

I wonder what it would feel like here if a nuclear bomb hit several states away.

Gah. I haven't even gone to bed yet. This was a night were I didn't feel sleepy.

Update, 8:57am:
Nothing showed up on the seismographs. But people all over town felt the booms, based on Nextdoor and Facebook comments. I'm not the only one wondering if it could have been bombs. Or explosions of some kind.
Ahh... sonic booms from aircraft, maybe? I don't recall feeling them so strong before.

Update, 13:22:
Two hours sleep later, I'm *nice and refreshed*.

With sonic booms, I usually hear a roaring sound approaching before the boom, which prompts me to run outside or to the window where I can sometimes see jets flying overhead. These booms didn't have a roaring sound first.

Before bed, I found a comment on Nextdoor stating "Fort Jackson Range Control confirmed they were detonating old explosives," but no corroborating information anywhere else.

Fort Jackson finally posted an explanation on Facebook 4 hours later:
Notice regarding reported explosive sounds: Fort Jackson conducted three controlled detonations on a training range as part of necessary maintenance at 8:35 a.m. on Sunday, March 1. Additional demolition training being conducted by a tenant unit may result in other explosive sounds outside hat time frame.

So, apparently detonating old explosives == necessary maintenance?

This Reddit thread is an example of the comments people were leaving on social media about the unknown BOOMs. The explosions were felt 15 to 30 miles or more away from Fort Jackson, depending where on the grounds of the fort they took place.

Current Mood: blah
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House

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politics,
seattle

F*ck.

I knew when the news app on my phone chirped in the small hours of this morning that something bad had happened. The Wendling lost sleep last night about the brand new Iran war, and I find myself wondering if a 28-year-old with AuDHD is likely to get drafted. The Persian Princess, now living on the far side of the US from me, has mixed emotions to say the least.

And in a sign of approaching spring, the motorcycles are back on the highway near my place. Believe it or not, I like them, ss long as they're riding at reasonable hours as usual for the large groups.

Current Mood: Yes.
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House

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yin and yang, today's edition

Bad: Kansas makes trans people unpersons overnight.

Good: a sweet late-night text message from Blue Moon Lady.

Good: two months until I leave for surgery in San Francisco. It can't happen soon enough.

Current Mood: various
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House
Current Music: The notification tune from PagerDuty. Le sigh.

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of groove and good-looking women

I made it to the Blue Moon last night, having arranged to be there with Blue Moon Lady. Go me! It's a short bus ride for me, but for her it's a long drive. I appreciate it.

It was digital open decks night. Good: Hazel Zen for sure, and maybe Krystal? It took me a while to find the whiteboard on which Brit writes down the set times. Less to my taste: River, a young 'un who's about 90% limbs and 100% trans. River's hyperpop-flavored set was not what we olds wanted, and indeed, no one was dancing. I speculated that it was because the youth of today are doing the wrong drugs. BML's friend J concurs, saying that the increase in ketamine's popularity and the decline in MDMA's has led us to this pass.

Was it a date? Well, it didn't feel like a date. But! We agreed that we should keep each other notified if we're going to the Blue Moon or a north end munch. She runs the munch in West Seattle, if you'll recall. So, vict'ry?

I left at 2130 because I got paged for work. It was kind of a convenient excuse, though; remember, I get up at 0600.

Transphobia on the bus home. I don't think I was in any danger, because the bottle-throwing fool was getting off, but still, not fun. That's the second time I've had aggro at that stop. Some people's children.

Current Mood: concerned
Current Location: the living room of the Devil Girl House

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Nun dodges bullet, all unawares?

When I drove out of Camp Beaverton for Wayward Girls in 2018, one of the two mayors said goodbye to me through my car window and offered me a leadership role. I declined, saying that the next time I was at Burning Man it would be for revenge.

Fast forward to this year. I got in touch with her via electronic means and told her I wouldn't be camping with Beaverton this year. "It's not them, it's me," I said.
"Oh, it's them, trust me," came the reply.
It was a long and sad story, she said. I neither asked for nor received any elaboration.

I've heard of Beavers having... conflicts, if that isn't too strong a word, between each other, but it was always about individuals, not the camp. Yes, it is a sad story. I wonder what I'll find when I get there.

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bloomin jumble

I still haven't decided what kind of water heater to get. At this rate I'm not sure I'll ever have enough time to make a decision. Of course I will, right? It's not that hard. I think the obvious decision is to replace it with the same kind as the old one. But I haven't completely convinced myself yet. I'm feeling inept, overburdened with things to do. I'm too slow to do them.

Wouldn't one of those electric plastic tanks be better? No anode rods to replace. I think I've decided against tankless. The heat pump ones are too tall I think, to fit in the current one's place. And complicated, prone to problems from what I read.

We had 2 very warm days. It's about to get colder again. But daffodils have bloomed, and the pink magnolia, and some trees with white blossoms.

I got the root canal on my tooth, and will get the temporary crown soon. The other tooth which had the root canal and crown done last year still feels a little weird sometimes.

I've accomplished things since the beginning of the year, but it is hard to remember what all. I made appointments; I went to the root canal consult. I got a dental cleaning; I got the root canal. I got the flu vaccine.

Grr. At the moment I wish I had a trustworthy local LLM to be able to give it my daily notes and have it summarize all my accomplishments for me.
After one MS Teams work meeting last week, the LLM's summary of the meeting was amazingly good. It helped me better understand what actually went on during the (confusing jumbled multi-hour) meeting.

I'm sure I must have gotten other things accomplished during the weekends. Well, there was the ice and the snow.