back again

And most importantly...with internet! I'm not going to lie, the time I spent without it was hellish (I know, can you hear the privilege oozing out of me right now?), and I am definitely glad to be clicking away obsessively wasting my time again. I spent a lot of my time re-reading of old books and theory, which was admittedly quite pleasant, but then things quickly devolved to the point where I started wiping my floors by hand and alphabetizing my bookshelves. Yes. Really.

On the upside, I got quite a bit of time to think, re-watch old seasons of the L Word (such an amazing and trashy show!), and almostkindofsortof get vague itchings to write poetry. Alas, such scratchy moments never materialized into anything solid, but you know, it's good to get those vibes again and I have much hope that things will turn out alright for my poetic inspirations.

As my writing of this entry also indicates, I have not yet been killed, traumatized, or even mildly mugged. Harassment has only come in the form of catcalls, which lets not kid ourselves, any woman between the ages of 15-35 should expect in a city. Knock on wood that the trend continues (minus the catcalls, of course).

I've also ventured into the city a few times, mainly to go to bars with friends, most notably to attend a dance party featuring Brazilian and French pop from the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and then to watch the Smoking Popes perform an amazing show (which unfortunately was ended by an extremely creepy and drunk old man constantly sidling up to me and trying to talk/touch me despite at one point being physically removed from me by his much more socially appropriate friend). Tonight involved some really moving musical narratives featuring a puppet group for social justice (shadow puppets = so fucking beautiful, just need to get that out there), and then a stint at one of the few bars in the city that still allows smoking indoors.

Tomorrow's plans are lunch in Chinatown and an ice cream festival during the day, while night will find me twirling away at the last queer dance party of a particular host before they head to the Bay area. Life is good. And I have faith that it will get better.