I remember at university when people tried to randomly make you care more about their shit than some other rival’s shit. This was me coming into my adulthood. We didn’t all get it but those of us that did, there were factions – there was so much noise. If I went to one person’s party it turned out to be at odds with someone else’s party. “How dare you go to Mulchy Cranbrook’s bedroom escape party! You should’ve gone with me to Perineum Slabnut’s evening at The Purple Turtle.”
I’m finished with a Christmas that went well. No unexpectedly tricky people, nothing showy. Just another Brian And Al Christmas. We try and find the lovely ones who slipped through the cracks. We find them.
Still it was fucktons of people but we made food and now we will have to establish how to make continued food out of the leftovers tomorrow, because that bird was barely touched. I think that I’m gonna have to make a whole load of soup. Tomorrow will be a scratch point for me and most humans in the world to make a vegetable turkey soup thing. I can likely start with club sandwiches and then just use all the things I’ve been left.
“Did you think you would end up with such a trans positive Christmas?”
I love the question cos that’s just the way my life has fallen. I didn’t know the extent to which trans people needed to have humans not be wankers to them. Without any flag, we had a good number of people in various stages of transitioning and I don’t think there was any moment where it was the topic. I know Mel and I, my longest collaboration, we’ve often felt that the whole notion of gender is a construct. She agitates towards traditionally masc things while holding her fem, I shift to fem in my solutions and identifiers but hold my masc. It’s all a game, largely. We had a wide variety of people today and they shifted through the palate of gender presentation. We had a lovely saffer, that horribly alpha culture. He managed not to explode at the abundance of shifted humans. It was a safe room, thankfully, as I had been concerned going in. It only takes one person being a cunt for the whole thing to go south.
Happy Christmas you maniacs. Thanks for touching base with me. Boo is going mental next to me as I write. Lou is to my left. I’m on my back. I want to snuggle Lou and somehow stop Boo. All at the same time. I’m sure I can fool Boo out to the living room so she keeps Sarah up not us…
I’m one eye open. there’s nothing left but noise. Enjoy your time between Christmas and New year, your Malcolm. I’m off to see if I can invest in play to improve my sleep.
AlBarclay 