Such a perfect evening.
Oh yes. I haven’t been here a lot. I thought perhaps it was depression. Turns out it was anemia. Once I started working on that, things got much better.
I have refinished a table and put a lot of shit where it goes. I went out tonight to a party to celebrate a new friend’s years of art on skin and off.
I met the best people. Artists, Elder goths, Poetry slam organizers, philosophical gentlemen, bowtied banjo playing women. And nearly  all had Wendi’s art on our skin.
I had conversations about Star Trek, Graduate School, Latin, Poetry and piercings.
I felt …right, normal? Just… comfortable.
Like I can be accepted for being really goofy nice AND odd at the same time. I don’t have to be, as Em calls it, “edgy” . I can just be …
just be
myself.
There aren’t too many people I’ve been that way around. I’ve always had on a whalebone corset when it comes to most social interactions.
But tonight
like I did in Shrine of Lilith and Death Guild…it was just me talking to fascinating people. Without too much reticence. Without deciding I wasn’t interesting enough to talk to them. Â Like Grad School or my the first intense tech job I had. Just a situation where I don’t have to pretend..
Much. Because no one is comfortable 100% of the time.
So yes…a good night.
Dunno if I’m keeping this up. If I’m going to keep trying to chronicle this odd life, here.
But I did tonight.
I did tonight a number of things and
I’m good with that.
