Bate, bate.

Uno, dos, tres, cho- Uno, dos, tres, co- Uno, dos, tres, la- Uno, dos, tres, te. Bate, bate, cho-co-la-te!

Things are still stirring. They’re no longer in a really-overwhelming state of constant extreme turmoil/upheaval/explosion, but they’re definitely still shifting around. I’m still experiencing things that throw me ever-so-slightly off of my stride, that require me to make those little adjustments on-the-spot that will eventually become habit. I could totally both whine a whole lot about that and blow my wad prematurely regarding a potentially-really-neat stirring, but I’m sure that you’re sick of the former and I’m still holding out on the latter. Therefore, instead, it’s gender-rambling time! [Because somehow there's not enough of that on here. Or whatever.] [Also, salient/pertinent things kept happening as I delayed publishing this post, which explains the length.]

Approaching Equilibria.

Things are starting to calm down, sort of. Or are at least gearing up to calm down. I think. Maybe.

On “Butchness.”

Two relatively recent events surrounding the concept of “butch” identity have induced a bit of reflection for me. This is a bit long and rambly, folks. You’ve been warned.

“It’s a Girl!”

Today, I spent several hours at a local Nature Preserve and pool. Admittance is limited, since space in the park near the pool is extremely limited. Our group got there shortly after the park opened, paid our way in, and parked. We all geared up and made the quarter-mile steep-grade trek down to the pool.

Mature v. Old: Differentiate. Discuss.

I had a better narrative written here, but have decided not to post that. I find it too revealing; not necessarily of myself, but of others. I don’t know how these people would react, if they were to read such an in-depth story of our interactions in such a public space. This, of course, assumes that the individuals involved know of this thing’s existence and check it with any sort of frequency ever. However, I’ve gotten my ass bitten severely by assuming otherwise in the past, so I figured I’d play it safe[r] this time.

Spring Break Update.

As I enter this Spring Break, this last prolonged duty-shirking free week in my forseeable future, I find myself floundering. My friends are all off to their various engagements; long nights of drunken relaxation, long days of excited bonding time, and hours and hours and hours without communication. All of this leaves me with a case of The Blahs.

Exploits of a Theatre for Social Justice Crony.

Almost a month ago was our jank Vagina Monologues reading. I read several short items, like the “Happy Vagina Fact” and the “Not-So-Happy Fact”. My long piece was “The Flood”, which I specifically requested.

Eli, Art, and Liz.

Last night was my first show with Kings N Things, which went much as the last show I attended, when I was “just” a groupie.

Meme Day Five.

Meme Day Five:

01) Finishing off most of my Christmas activities. 02) Finding out that I only had one more chord to teach myself to finish “Sing” [Dresden Dolls]. 03) Teaching myself that chord. 04) Sartorial expeditions.

Continuation, and Haiku Day.

Alright, Happiness Meme Day Two.