tired, but hanging on
Two pound cakes made today (mostly because I've been making them in loaf pans, and splitting the batter): one vanilla-lemon, one cinnamon-vanilla-lemon. I am suddenly wondering whether a ginger pound cake would be doable, and whether chopped-up bits of crystallized ginger would go well in it; and yes, that rather negates the simplicity of a pound cake, but might be tasty.
Last night, I went out with some of the Seattle Girls of Leather (and their friends) to a karaoke bar. It was fun, and being out with a bunch of leatherwomen singing was way cool. On the other hand, I realize, once again, that most of my socializing these days is in queer/queer-friendly, kinky, polyamory-friendly space, and thus I've lost my chops for dealing with straight people. This was made clear after a short conversation-like-exchange with a rather conventionally handsome man, who, near as far as I can tell, was trying to pick me up, with an affect of "You're not my usual type, but I might throw you a fuck, because you're kinda interesting, in a 'not ever introduce you to my friends' sort of way." Technically, there were two exchanges, one after I'd sung the first time, and another after I'd gone up to the stage area to watch someone ace a song.
(Aside: how can anyone ever actually pick someone up in a karaoke bar on a weekend? It's almost impossible to hear the conversation... which led to a hand being put on my waist, ostensibly to move us close enough together to hear each other speak, and which was removed rather firmly.)
People... or something like them.
It's been a frayed/fraying week, but I am hanging in there, hoping for another temp job, or an interview, keeping an eye on Soren and Jane (and Skippy), trying not to worry about health issues elsewhere in the family, and pretending that I am not being attacked by plot bunnies.
Last night, I went out with some of the Seattle Girls of Leather (and their friends) to a karaoke bar. It was fun, and being out with a bunch of leatherwomen singing was way cool. On the other hand, I realize, once again, that most of my socializing these days is in queer/queer-friendly, kinky, polyamory-friendly space, and thus I've lost my chops for dealing with straight people. This was made clear after a short conversation-like-exchange with a rather conventionally handsome man, who, near as far as I can tell, was trying to pick me up, with an affect of "You're not my usual type, but I might throw you a fuck, because you're kinda interesting, in a 'not ever introduce you to my friends' sort of way." Technically, there were two exchanges, one after I'd sung the first time, and another after I'd gone up to the stage area to watch someone ace a song.
(Aside: how can anyone ever actually pick someone up in a karaoke bar on a weekend? It's almost impossible to hear the conversation... which led to a hand being put on my waist, ostensibly to move us close enough together to hear each other speak, and which was removed rather firmly.)
People... or something like them.
It's been a frayed/fraying week, but I am hanging in there, hoping for another temp job, or an interview, keeping an eye on Soren and Jane (and Skippy), trying not to worry about health issues elsewhere in the family, and pretending that I am not being attacked by plot bunnies.