Still waiting on news from the second interview. In the meantime, something entirely different. I’ve got a cool temper. Not like my housemate Z, who ignites like a flash-fire and gets over it in five minutes, or my brother, who triggers over really specific things and then sulks for weeks. Mine is slow-build, like a [...]
Posts Tagged ‘friends’
[25] Anger and navel-gazing.
Posted: August 27, 2011 in introspectionTags: emotional emoting, friends, housemate Z, thinking thoughtful thoughts
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I have a job interview tomorrow, and because the universe is a cruel and unfeeling entity I’ve spent the major portion of the night wing-manning my housemate in the ER because he decided to acquire CELLULITIS OF THE FACE. OF THE FACE. Throat, specifically, because he has a special, special immune system fashioned on the [...]
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. [...]
[5] Man vs. transman.
Posted: April 25, 2011 in introspectionTags: friends, identity, thinking thoughtful thoughts, trans
“So you’re a man now?” “No.” “No?” “Nope. I’m a transman.” “What’s the difference?” Good question. After all, masculinity is what you make of it, but manhood just isn’t something I’m ready to claim yet. (Take a moment to snigger at that sentence. I sure did.) I had a conversation with a friend a few [...]
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 [...]
[3] Amatuer nouns.
Posted: April 16, 2011 in UncategorizedTags: brother, coming out, friends, pronouns, real life
Pronouns are a bastard. I’m putting it out there. They’re tricky little fuckers, and I like to think of myself as being reasonably enlightened. I have a loose and adaptable definition of gendery goodness that covers a pretty broad sweep of identities*, but one awkward pronoun is all it takes and wham, I’m flat on [...]
Friend called me a gayboy today. I grinned and hugged her.
