Monday, November 23, 2009

Babe-raham Lincoln

Over this past week I got some stray facial hairs in my "Abe Lincoln Area" aka the rest of my potentially beardable face besides the mustache, which was a thrill. But I shaved 'em off, because I can't really stand to look scraggly like that. I can be patient.

As far as T changes in personality, I've been noticing that I'm more likely to, or at least be tempted to, yell things out car windows or say snarky conversational things to cashiers. Do men generally feel like they have this social license moreso than women, or am I just more confident to yell things because I'm more confident in general? When we were dropping people off downtown in Portland this weekend, some drunk people ran across the crosswalk and I yelled "You drunks! You crazy, crazy drunks!" There was also a man with the tag still on his umbrella, and I wanted to alert him to the fact as we drove by, but I refrained.

I played a show at a trans/gender/queer art show last night. It was awkward enough because it was held at the non-profit where I work (the "stage" was right in front of my office door) but also weird to hang out with the Eugene young trans mostly female bodied/identified crowd. They're all so nice, even overly nice, and it peeves me a bit. I felt a little bad about singing Party and Bullshit, but I guess it was okay. On the one hand I wish I had more trans friends, but I think I'm realizing I'm not into hanging out with people just because we're both trans. And the straighties in Eugene aren't so bad.

I've been noticing that I get into a little depressive slump the last few days before my next shot, i.e. now through Thursday. I don't know if it's happening at the moment--I'm wildly tired and at work, which wouldn't be good for anyone's mood--but I'm going to make a concerted effort (as Joanie Baloney would say) to be on the up and up. After all, Thanksgiving and California vacation with the manfriend are just around the corner. Wines and turkey and pies, and then beers and sandwiches and drugs. What more could I ask for?

1 comment:

Bri-Pi said...

JOANIE BALONEY!

Oh friendle, how I love to read of yr adventures; in my fantasias I am Melia.

Always your,

Mlle. Iris Wolfe