I like it when you call me big poppa.
Dec. 28th, 2001 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearAt the risk of being repetitive because Myles already gave an account of the evening, I will still give my interpretation. Preferably with ribbons and dance.
Moving on....I went to to good ole Evanston and got the grand tour of Myles's house as well as met the family. His dog tried to chew my face off, but I didn't take it too personally (later, after bribing him with a treat, we were buddies). We then headed to Nevin's for food and such, and I had a fun time eating and drinking Guiness, of course, but also chatting it up with everyone. I wasn't actually sure if they knew I was trans or not, and decided just to assume they did, though perhaps not actively talk about anything (i.e. don't start any stories with "back when I was a girl...."). I also was unexpectedly caught off guard by his family being fairly cool with the trans thing, but still using "she" and such. It kept throwing me off, like for a second I'd be like 'who are they talking about' -- which was interesting to me, because I obviously have a pretty definite view of Myles in my head! Myles talked a bit about the weirdness he was feeling, and I think I was feeling some, but it was really not related at all to his family or him -- more like I was feeling panicky because of my own family situation. Like I was scared to say 'he' and Myles for fear of getting him into trouble or something. But then I had to tell myself "stop projecting!" However, for the most part it was a fabulous evening and I really enjoyed meeting everyone -- even his brother's teenage friends.
We later went back to Nevin's for a beer with two of Myles friends who were cool, but unfortunately I was a little spaced out and tired, so I wasn't able to be as social. And there were a couple times I was getting confused with them too -- like when Radical Feminist made a joke about me pretending to be Myles's Mormon boyfriend for their high school friends and therefore pretending that Myles is straight now. And I was thinking, but if he was straight he wouldn't be dating me... And then I had this moment where I thought she knew I was trans and was trying to say I was a woman....it was so unnecessarily confusing, and of course all of this is being played out in about 0.3 seconds all in my head. Out loud, I made some joke about that not working because Mormons probably don't have houseboys. I think that perplexed everyone. Oh well. Further confusion might have also ensued when I was acting all touchy-feely at the bar and feeling up Myles leg the whole time. Oops. I guess I can't help it when I'm around such a sexy human/person/individual as his fine self -- I just get drawn in. I'm so spoiled that I've gotten to see him so much this past week.
The ride home on the train was fairly short, though I felt extremely nauseous the whole time -- a combination of too many cigarettes and trying to read on the train. I'm currently reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limenal's book, Valencia by Michelle Tea, and it's pretty compelling and hot. Though perhaps a bad choice since I'll be in San Fran soon and I might wander off from my party to find some of the dysfunctional sex radicals she writes about....
Speaking of MelRo, I spoke with her a few moments ago, and she's heading home tomorrow morning instead of today. By tomorrow night she will be safe and sound and back in the cave.
It's Friday. It's snowing beautifully. Tonight I hang out with Damon who I haven't seen in forever (a week). Tomorrow I get to sleep-in, be lazy around the house, visit a friend's house party, then MelRo returns in the evening. I feel a little groggy right this second, but for the most part good.
Moving on....I went to to good ole Evanston and got the grand tour of Myles's house as well as met the family. His dog tried to chew my face off, but I didn't take it too personally (later, after bribing him with a treat, we were buddies). We then headed to Nevin's for food and such, and I had a fun time eating and drinking Guiness, of course, but also chatting it up with everyone. I wasn't actually sure if they knew I was trans or not, and decided just to assume they did, though perhaps not actively talk about anything (i.e. don't start any stories with "back when I was a girl...."). I also was unexpectedly caught off guard by his family being fairly cool with the trans thing, but still using "she" and such. It kept throwing me off, like for a second I'd be like 'who are they talking about' -- which was interesting to me, because I obviously have a pretty definite view of Myles in my head! Myles talked a bit about the weirdness he was feeling, and I think I was feeling some, but it was really not related at all to his family or him -- more like I was feeling panicky because of my own family situation. Like I was scared to say 'he' and Myles for fear of getting him into trouble or something. But then I had to tell myself "stop projecting!" However, for the most part it was a fabulous evening and I really enjoyed meeting everyone -- even his brother's teenage friends.
We later went back to Nevin's for a beer with two of Myles friends who were cool, but unfortunately I was a little spaced out and tired, so I wasn't able to be as social. And there were a couple times I was getting confused with them too -- like when Radical Feminist made a joke about me pretending to be Myles's Mormon boyfriend for their high school friends and therefore pretending that Myles is straight now. And I was thinking, but if he was straight he wouldn't be dating me... And then I had this moment where I thought she knew I was trans and was trying to say I was a woman....it was so unnecessarily confusing, and of course all of this is being played out in about 0.3 seconds all in my head. Out loud, I made some joke about that not working because Mormons probably don't have houseboys. I think that perplexed everyone. Oh well. Further confusion might have also ensued when I was acting all touchy-feely at the bar and feeling up Myles leg the whole time. Oops. I guess I can't help it when I'm around such a sexy human/person/individual as his fine self -- I just get drawn in. I'm so spoiled that I've gotten to see him so much this past week.
The ride home on the train was fairly short, though I felt extremely nauseous the whole time -- a combination of too many cigarettes and trying to read on the train. I'm currently reading
limenal's book, Valencia by Michelle Tea, and it's pretty compelling and hot. Though perhaps a bad choice since I'll be in San Fran soon and I might wander off from my party to find some of the dysfunctional sex radicals she writes about....Speaking of MelRo, I spoke with her a few moments ago, and she's heading home tomorrow morning instead of today. By tomorrow night she will be safe and sound and back in the cave.
It's Friday. It's snowing beautifully. Tonight I hang out with Damon who I haven't seen in forever (a week). Tomorrow I get to sleep-in, be lazy around the house, visit a friend's house party, then MelRo returns in the evening. I feel a little groggy right this second, but for the most part good.
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Date: 2001-12-28 10:24 am (UTC)thank you for feeling on my leg. it was hott with 2 T's. and yes, i think you confused Radical Feminist and Good Christian with the houseboy comment (though i was amused. just tell me when i can move in). and RF doesnt think you are a woman, she thinks i am. grr. and it was just fine that you said "myles" and "he/him", you did not get me into trouble, they are well aware, just choose not to use those words themselves...
ok, that's about it, since i just wrote you an email.
hi! bye! my!
ps - next time, spy kids!! bwah ha ha...