So, I'm checking xmmficathon at least every fifteen minutes looking for the story that was written at my request. It hasn't shown up yet. I'm disproportionately excited about this. Nobody has ever written a story for me before! Although minisinoo once put a character in a story for me, which I will always treasure :-). Anyway, I really, really want to read my story and will be ridiculously disappointed if my writer doesn't come through.
A CTTS from last weekend (Pride weekend) that kind of ties into recent discussions about sexuality and identity, (the rest of the post cut for length): I went to a gay family picnic on Saturday of Pride weekend with my daughters. Afterwards we wanted to buy some Pride souvenirs - rainbow-themed stuff or some such. We looked, in vain, along Christopher Street for a shop that had more rainbow flags and fewer cock rings and handcuffs and such. They all had some souvenir-ish stuff, but not much and we couldn't find anything we liked, so pretty unsuccessful shopping, although a nice outing other than that. As we're walking along Christopher Street and stopping into stores with all this sexual paraphernalia as well as souvenir-type stuff (and not being allowed in some because I had kids with me) my elder daughter says to me, puzzled, "What's the connection between sex and being gay?"
I was a little taken aback by that, and thought about it. I said, "Well being gay is about a lot of things - a new kind of family and supportive community and queer culture and so on. But at base, that's what we have in common and what separates us from the larger society - who we have sex with or who we want to have sex with. So, there tends to be a lot of sex-related stuff in gay venues."
She said, "Well now that you say that, it seems obvious, but I never thought about it that way." I often complain when straight people think that being gay is just about sex, but I think it's so interesting that K. got to be 12.5 without ever quite getting that it's somewhat about sex!
The kids are now on vacation with their other mother, at a resort. I hope and expect that they're all having a splendid time! I miss them already, but am also glad to have some time off from active parenting.
I'm planning on enjoying my time without parenting responsibilities, although I should be catching up on errands, housework, etc. I'll do some of that, too :-). I'm getting together with an old friend I haven't seen for a long time tonight; I've got a date tomorrow night. And I'm going to visit friends at their beach house in Easthampton Sunday afternoon/evening through Monday. They're lovely guys and I really enjoy being with them, both with and without kids. But the beach house is truly the House of Fabulousness and I hold my breath the whole time I'm there with kids, lest my wonderful and charming but boistrous and messy kids ruin some of that fabulousness. There was a near incident with chocolate ice cream last time we all went there that still gives me the occasional nightmare. So, it will be a chance to enjoy Easthampton whilst breathing.