[27] Queer church and fabulous nails.

So, now I’m going to church. Don’t panic, I haven’t come over all fundamentalist. My housemate goes to the PMCC (Peninsula Metropolitan Community Church) nearby, which is part of a big organization of queer-friendly, trans-welcoming churches who preach a mixed bag of religion and spirituality, and don’t mind if you’re a bit edgy about believing [...]

[8] The hammer is my metaphor.

I was talking to a friend on the phone today about a project we’re working on. DK: –so yeah, I think we could — fucking ow. Zeke: Uh, dude? DK: Ow. Sorry. You know when you need to walk to think? Zeke: Yeah? DK: And sometimes it helps to fiddle with something? Zeke: … okay. [...]

[7] Little moments.

Two guy friends accidentally snuggling on a heap of sofa cushions. It’s 3 a.m. and they’ve fallen asleep halfway through The Social Network. One is slim and graceful and funny, with guitar-calloused fingers and floppy boyband hair; the other is stocky and muscled and bearded, like a lumberjack teddy bear, the sweetest guy we know. [...]

[4] Of mice and men.

I WAS JUST VIOLATED BY A MOUSE. I’m not even kidding. Mouse! In my pants! NOT ENOUGH WORDS FOR ACCURATE FLAILING. *flail* I’m at a friend’s house, hanging out because she’s ill and it’s better to be ill in the company of someone willing to fetch and carry and offer sympathy. (Though mostly we’ve just [...]

[2] Little changes.

Friend called me a gayboy today. I grinned and hugged her.