Babylon White
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The grand conclusion! Spoilers for earlier books ahead.
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I didn't get as far as Sparkle on its first day today but I did go to the Village for a meal with a local disabled group (moat of whom are also queer/trans) which I'm adjacent to, with a friend who needed a PA.
(I was glad to learn that I can still queer this friend/PA binary; it used to make up my whole employment for like five years.)
I got to my friend's house before we went out. They had glitter on their face and offered me some. I love glitter but it was the kind of hot day where I started sweating as soon as I got out of the shower. After having to hustle over to their house, my face was so sweaty I told them not to bother putting it on my face because I'd just sweat it off. Of course I had a sleeveless t-shirt on (the one D bought me at last year's Sparkle!) so they offered to put it on my shoulders. Pretty soon both my upper arms were covered in pink, purple and blue glitter, it was great.
When I got home, D saw me and pointed this out of course (as well as my "painted for the first time in five years" fingernails (chrome with rainbow sparkles over them).
I said it'd be the perfect time to flex my biceps, now that they're extra gay.
"Guy-ceps!" he said. "Guy for guy-ceps."
I have to write a bio to advertise a keynote speech I've agreed to deliver later in the summer.
I'm finding that coming up with more than one sentence to describe myself/my job is probably a lot harder than the speech will be itself!
I refuse to talk about work again, and nothing else happens to me lately, but luckily here is a giant meme from used_songs:
( 80 questions! )
"When Randolph Carter was thirty he lost the key to the gate of dreams."I used to have dreams that stuck with me for hours, at least long enough to write them down, and some that remained no matter what. I still remember recurring dreams from my childhood, like the one where I was in a cabin on a peninsular cliff over a raging ocean under a clear blue sky, or the one where my friends and I were hunting vampires through a weird dream version of my hometown. Now I basically can't remember any dreams at all. I had already forgotten most of the details of my dream within a few minutes of waking up and now I can't remember anything.
-H.P. Lovecraft, The Silver Key