February 1st, 2011

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off to meet prospective roommate

After the GLBT coming-out stories meeting, I headed to [much closer to Philadelphia] to meet my prospective roommate, R.A.  I got there by seven, when her social worker, C., was supposed to be there.  There was a gray-haired man there watching TV with R.  I thought that R. said "He works here."  He didn't speak much to me, but kept focused on the TV through Jeopardy and well into Wheel of Fortune, when C. got there.

R. was happy to leave the TV on, and have her elderly male friend stay, but I said to C. that the TV would distract me and that I didn't want to discuss personal things with a strange man there.  C. was talking to the strange man, not strange to her, about paratransit, and other things for people with disabilities.  "Oh, is he a client of yours?" I asked.  Not directly, C. said, but her organization had been involved in helping him find housing.

R. was having various panic attacks when we talked before C. got there, and during the discussion she and C. and I had together.  C. told her to go take her anti-anxiety meds.  C. helped me figure out finances.  It will be very tight financially for me to move there, but I said I'd get extra work one way or another to help me cover bills.  A family friend of R.'s, P., came over to give R. her spending money.  P. seemed to like me.  I guess I come across as gentle.

I said that since Mom wasn't having her knee replacement February 1st that I could move in by mid-February.  I told Mom that she'd need to get another health coach, since I wouldn't be there.  I think R. and I will get along okay.  She seems like a pretty gentle person.  C. and P. said that R. needs some tough love sometimes.  I'm sure I can provide that, too.  I'm sure I'll have much more to say about how it all goes.

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Tuesday real life

Well, I didn't go anywhere physically, because there was a layer of ice on my car and on the driveway, and there's more ice coming.  February's garden club meeting is canceled.  N.F. called to say that.  There's another storm on Wednesday.  Not only hadn't I done a flower arrangement yet, if I would have done any at all -- I usually don't -- but I told N. that I'd been pretty concerned about the garden club ladies going out into the icy weather.  Most are senior citizens.  S.M. has an artificial hip, and others have knee or back problems.  I've never been thrilled about walking on ice personally, and that was before I broke my ankle.

Real life came to me, as my secret love child called during his lunch, and we talked for quite a while.  I was happy he'd called.  Very surprised, but quite happy.  "What did you think about the coming-out stories meeting?" he asked.

"Some of the stories touched me, and you know some made me laugh."  I was usually catching S.'s eye when I was laughing, to see his reactions.  "You heard how V. telling her story made me give that huge snort.  I'm sure that sounded great."  V.'s ally story was quite a good one, and quite funny in places, particularly that place.

It was also funny how she asked people to cut her off when she started rambling, and J cut her off.  J did it for someone else who'd made that request, too, just a simple and direct, "You're rambling."  I'm going to have trouble with using the pronoun "J," but J's intelligence and talents haven't diminished any with the gender confusion ze put the rest of us in.  I'm sure I'll slip with the pronouns, but hopefully J will understand.

"I was hoping that me being there didn't inhibit any of the students from talking," I said, "but it didn't feel to me like it did."

S. said that he also thought they weren't inhibited.  "You being there might have encouraged them," he said.  I hadn't thought that would happen.  "I was surprised by how much a couple of them shared."  Like the one student not recommending making assignations for hookups in a park at 1:00 a.m., when there was a policeman there, and then having the police call his parents.  It was funny the way he told it, but I'm sure he didn't find it as funny at the time.

Also, someone, probably J, said, "And we don't recommend making random hookups."  I'm sure I looked at S. when J said that.

S. didn't overshare, just said that his relationships had had some "dark spots."

I thought, "Yeah, like the guy with the crowbar."  S. had said that he hadn't been threatened until after he broke up with the guy, like that made it that much better.  I don't think we discussed that specifically today, but I stressed that I was concerned about his physical safety generally.  "You can tell me things you don't talk about with your actual mother," I said somewhere along the line.

"Yes, because you don't care."

"I'm detached," I said.  "It's not like it is with parents and children talking about sex.  I understand that you have hookups.  You're twenty-one, and guys have hookups."  I'm not sure if I actually said anything out loud about men being pigs, but sooner or later I have that conversation with every guy who dates men.  I don't think any have disagreed with me.  I probably did say it out loud.  I'm sure I said words to that effect, and it's not like S. could disagree with me about men being piggy about sex.

We talked about books I had edited, and how I called for more plot logic and rationales in some.  "I'm still bitter about the manticores," I said.  I explained that.  Then I said my favorite comment still of the ones I've made was, 'Monkeys die if you do that to them.'  Didn't I tell you that one?"

"I think I'd remember," S. said.  I told him that one.

"But I want the characters to have a rationale for having sex," I said.  "And I count 'I'm horny' as a rationale.  Some of the stories are short, but with the male-female ones, I expect there to be a little more conversation than, 'Hi.  Let's fuck.'  I don't think that men necessarily need more conversation than that."

S. agreed that they didn't.  "The expert opinion," he said.

"The informed opinion," I agreed.  I think S. knows, or at least has an idea, how much I count on him for the expert opinion.

Anyway, the conversation went all over the place, to werewolf and vampire romances.  "And psychics, too.  I'm editing one about psychics now.  You remember how much you liked Channeling Morpheus?  This is the author's series about psychics."  I think S. will like it, once he gets the time to read it.  "You have Among the Living, the one that was a giveaway those days.  Read that.  And read 'Snowball in Hell.'  I gave (ed. note: bought) you a copy of that.  Nathan Doyle is one of my favorite fictional characters ever."  Well, he is.  S. didn't think he'd have an awful lot of free time to read.  He should make time.

Well, as Kris has no doubt guessed, I read GhosTV, and it was a wild ride.  The plot went various places I didn't expect it to go, but I'm a conventional thinker like that, and suck at solving mysteries.  I like it when a book goes unfamiliar directions, even when it has characters I feel like I know well.

Well, it was quite the day for conversations and reading.  I was just in my room, but mentally I was well-occupied.