Presently I will elaborate.

BEST. VACATION. EVER.

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Seattle Trip Part One

So... this past weekend? The apex of my life to date.

There were several, um, things, that made the trip a star of greatest magnitude, but the image in my head that incarnates this weekend is not my shiny shiny pants or the play party, not a workshop or a film, not a meal or any of Seattle's excellent stores or sights. It is the hour lemon_pickle and I spent sitting on the edge of the fountain pool in a Capitol Hill park, our feet illegally in the water (where dogs and children also swam in chlorine-y delight), singing Leonard Cohen songs in a hazy warm afternoon sky.

I didn't tell you, but all summer I've been afraid I've lost the capacity for a particular feeling, a combination of wonder and delight and deep contentment that is the most perfect state I know. I did lots of excellent things with excellent people this weekend, but it was that moment in the park that I felt it again, that sense that the world is both mysterious and filled with quiet glory. (I had already acquired the shiny shiny pants, so no doubt retail bliss and sleep deprivation were playing their part. I don't care how I got there: I'm just glad I got there.)

For context: If you have forgotten, or I forgot to tell you, my forensic anthropologist and occasional life model, S., finding himself obligated to attend graduate school in Dundee, gave me his ticket to the Gender Odyssey conference in Seattle. I pled for help on this very page, and sugarpunfairly, chromemagpie, and lemon_pickle came to my rescue by deciding to go along. SPF (I love that you abbreviate to that: I think of you as my protection from Harmful Rays) brought the excellent Alice, minivan, adventure-in-herself, beloved companion of SPF and thechuurchqueer.

And here we are back again, and I have been perfectly happy, and now I am going to tell you all about it.

But first, a cut tag.

( The sign of Friday was: Maroon Van in Motion )

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