Rants of a Raving Furry

Boo: no bike ride yesterday morning due to freezing temperatures with fog.

Yay? I finally learned that lesson after my wipeout not quite a year ago.

Boo: no drinks in latex last night because I have a cold. It's not bad, but it's bad enough that I wouldn't want to be around me if I were the shiny people.

Yay: I got enough sleep last night, albeit in two phases.

Yay: grocery shopping with a pannier bag is way more convenient. I've also verified that my pannier will fit my Camelbak inside, so it'll be good for The Thing In The Desert. Mental notes:

1. put a tissue in a side pocket, because boy howdy, I'll need it on cold days.
2. Remember to take my wallet & keys out before checkout, because I'll need both.
3. Consider bungie-ing my U-lock to the rack, thereby freeing up the inside of my bike frame for a water bottle.

Yays win.

Yesterday I rode across the lake for the second time this weekend, then finished all my house & garden to-dos. So I rewarded myself with KEXP's annual MLK Day party at the Clock-Out Lounge down in Beacon Hill.

First, the venue. The Clock-Out seems a little small for the crowd, but I've discovered that one of the owners used to work for KEXP. Did they get some kind of deal? Maybe. I also note that Beacon Hill is at least historically Blacker than the rest of Seattle*; previous venues include the Columbia City Theater, and the same is true of Columbia City. Not that the Clock-Out is bad! They have good sound, no nonsense, and pizza to assuage the drunchies.

Goths spotted: KC, apparently also stag, and all girled up, which has been unusual in recent years. Ahem.

I got to meat DJ Sharlese, whom I've heard many times on the air. KC told me that she has her own show, Saturdays at 0200, and frequently plays dark stompiness that a certain kind of person in black might like. I'll have to catch it on the KEXP archive.

Got to say hi to Riz & Rob, and also Brit Hansen. Happiness. I caught the tail end of the Sunday Soul show before Expansions started. Both shows were broadcast from the Clock-Out, natch. There was as much booty-shaking as I could manage given a sore knee and many, many people on the dance floor.

Going home was a bit of a bummer: I missed the last train northbound because Sunday, and I really didn't feel like waiting twenty minutes in the cold at midnight down by ID/Chinatown station. Even Tacoma Girl thinks that area's sketchy, so I got a rideshare. The driver & I shared a laugh as the nav system kept telling him to take a less direct route that doesn't make sense late at night.

In summation, happiness.



*Seattle is about 7% Black, says the US Census Bureau, which is roughly half the figure for the country as a whole. THat's (almost?) unheard-of for a city its size.

At the leather dyke munch last night, I spent most of the evening chatting with a cutie who's, well, twenty-six years younger than I am. It was delightful, but not exactly smart in the long term. I didn't stay to get my boots blacked, but that would have meant a wait on the other side of CC's and I was having too good a time.

Where are my freaky dykes in their fifties, and sixties? Forties might even be acceptable, if they're into it. Are they really all taken? Do they just never leave their homes? Do I even want to be in a relationship with someone who never leaves home? Honestly, I think I'd go buggy-eyed from stir craziness. And as ever, it's hard for me to get motivated to use the apps.

All of a sudden over the last week I've been sleeping seven or eight hours a night, all in one stretch with an occasional short break. What changed?

Nothing on purpose, but this accidentally: this past Friday, when it was time to inject my beloved girl 'roids, I was using up the last of a vial*. Wayell, I didn't quite have a full dose left in the vial; I was about 7% short of what I've been using in recent months**. I didn't feel like opening another vial just for that.

Why might a reduction in dosage help me sleep? Estradiol does make you retain water; my longer sleep interruptions did tend to start out as bathroom breaks.

Given that a) my breasts are just about as big as I want them to be, depending on the bra, and b) Dr. Funnyname has warned me about the consequences of long-term hormone use, maybe I'll just back off.



*The FDA at least used to say that you're not supposed to use more than two doses out of a 5 ml vial. That's bullpucky, and in my opinion a possible scam to make more money from a cheap drug. Trans folks have been using up their vials since decades before I started doing it in 2010.
**Which is about 40% more than I was actually prescribed several years ago. Ahem.

Yesterday's outing was lunch in the International District with tylik. Much talk. Very noodle. Wow. Spotted an anti-ICE sign, partly in Chinese, in the window of a business. Nun-approved.

Skipped nap in favor of doing laundry. Got eight hours of nearly uninterrupted sleep. Maybe there's a connection, but gift horses.