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sistawendy) wrote2025-07-30 07:46 pm
sistawendy) wrote2025-07-30 07:46 pm
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Just another weeknight out in the city.
I got a wild hair late yesterday and went to the Blue Moon for the open decks night. Who should soon end up at the table with the promoter, B, and me but S, a rather attractive lady in her thirties who seemed to know B? B was naturally running around doing promoter things, so I soon found myself alone in the company of a woman who, she said, was in the middle of a manic episode from bipolar disorder.
Hooee! I didn't get too many words in edgewise, which is doubly impressive if you've ever talked to me in person. There were tales of the local psych wards, involuntary separation from her dog, being a Congressional page, and of course, BDSM.
She talked about "her AI" as if it were a particularly knowledgeable friend. She objected when I said, "You know that's just statistics, right?" She really wants to believe it's more.
I recommended Marbles by Ellen Forney to her. She seemed excited to read it. When I read that book, which is a clear-eyed, perceptive, and often technical examination of the author's own bipolar disorder, I thought, 'Ellen Forney in a manic phase sounds like somebody I'd like to date.' Last night made me question that a little. Both Forney and S are queer because of course they are.
Seldom have I been more relieved that an attractive queer woman who shares some of my, uh, proclivities is maybe a hair too young. On my way out the door, I said goodbye to B as usual. She seemed worried that S might have scared me away from that night. Nah. If you can't handle some WAT in your life, you shouldn't live in a big city.
Rock solid house spun by Latino guys, though. Even with all the time I spent picking my jaw up off the table, it was a good night.
Hooee! I didn't get too many words in edgewise, which is doubly impressive if you've ever talked to me in person. There were tales of the local psych wards, involuntary separation from her dog, being a Congressional page, and of course, BDSM.
She talked about "her AI" as if it were a particularly knowledgeable friend. She objected when I said, "You know that's just statistics, right?" She really wants to believe it's more.
I recommended Marbles by Ellen Forney to her. She seemed excited to read it. When I read that book, which is a clear-eyed, perceptive, and often technical examination of the author's own bipolar disorder, I thought, 'Ellen Forney in a manic phase sounds like somebody I'd like to date.' Last night made me question that a little. Both Forney and S are queer because of course they are.
Seldom have I been more relieved that an attractive queer woman who shares some of my, uh, proclivities is maybe a hair too young. On my way out the door, I said goodbye to B as usual. She seemed worried that S might have scared me away from that night. Nah. If you can't handle some WAT in your life, you shouldn't live in a big city.
Rock solid house spun by Latino guys, though. Even with all the time I spent picking my jaw up off the table, it was a good night.
