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shiny adventures
I spent the evening out with Dani and a friend of hers, and it was an interesting exercise in mutual social anxieties. It was for a sweet, free, surprisingly dressy swing dance event at her university, and there were many people in lovely costumes and I felt bad for not being in a position to try, and there was tasty free food and people trying to teach me to dance properly. Aw.
It was a sudden thing that Dani only called me about this afternoon, and I was worryingly deer-in-headlights about it; glad I went along anyway. It was Dani who seized up - too many people and no alcohol, you know? While I felt badly-dressed and awkward, but okay. Crowds don't bother me, dancing badly doesn't bother me. The anxieties I've developed lately are more about handling individuals.
But I liked it and wished I could get more dancing in, and then had that moment when I realised a) that asking hot, splendidly dolled-up women to dance with me would be great, b) that I couldn't do that there, and c) that I don't know whether to hate America or The Heteros for that. mehhhh. If I'd had both time/money to plan for something like that and an ounce of sense, I would probably have crossdressed just in the name of passing as non-passing. (And while I would love to dress as Fujimoto from Ponyo for a convention sometime, I am really, really, not built for crossplay. ffff. Should stick with hating America, I guess.)
We had a lovely evening back at her place afterwards, so yay. <3 You have no idea how much I adore her cats. They're called Isis, Osiris, Ra and Set.
Subtle, not.
It was a sudden thing that Dani only called me about this afternoon, and I was worryingly deer-in-headlights about it; glad I went along anyway. It was Dani who seized up - too many people and no alcohol, you know? While I felt badly-dressed and awkward, but okay. Crowds don't bother me, dancing badly doesn't bother me. The anxieties I've developed lately are more about handling individuals.
But I liked it and wished I could get more dancing in, and then had that moment when I realised a) that asking hot, splendidly dolled-up women to dance with me would be great, b) that I couldn't do that there, and c) that I don't know whether to hate America or The Heteros for that. mehhhh. If I'd had both time/money to plan for something like that and an ounce of sense, I would probably have crossdressed just in the name of passing as non-passing. (And while I would love to dress as Fujimoto from Ponyo for a convention sometime, I am really, really, not built for crossplay. ffff. Should stick with hating America, I guess.)
We had a lovely evening back at her place afterwards, so yay. <3 You have no idea how much I adore her cats. They're called Isis, Osiris, Ra and Set.
Subtle, not.