It's about damn time for a blog post. The last you heard from me, I was an eligible single, one of the top ten, the only queer one, which made me the MOST ELIGIBLE QUEER IN CLEVELAND. Really a true honor.
Then I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and to celebrate the thirtieth birthday of the gayest person I know, Megan. She and Amelia picked me up from the airport in matching short white fake fur coats, their faces covered in glitter. It was 10 in the morning.
I blog to sort things out usually, and in NOLA things did not feel like they needed to be sorted out at all. It was very straightforward. Wake up at 6:30, drink coffee and a bloody mary, put on your costume and get to the parade. Nothing to over think.
New Orleans is so pretty, so green, that when I walk around in that city I feel sort of lulled into a walking nap. It's a tourist's perspective. I varied between a little bit manic and intensely relaxed on this vacation.
I'm still in a little bit of a nap. There is no struggle in my heart. I feel grateful to be alive in this moment in history. Maybe I should work on writing about gratitude?
Inexplicably, this is how I feel, even though there's not some long standing friendship that has been transformed into true love. Whatevs. I guess I relate it to unexpected blessings of the non-romantic variety.
A good party can work some magic. I guess if I'm gonna create a lesson out of last week, that's my best bet. A good party can do a lot. A really good one, where you feel some kinship with strangers. Barbara Ehrenreich has a book about this I'm a gonna read.
I guess I've been thinking about deeply human experiences. And I think we are really exceptionally social monkeys, and we need a lot of group activities to not get bummed out. Isolation is the stupidest thing about modern life. All the sitting by yourself. Working by yourself, feeding yourself, just taking care of your own kids. Fending for yourself all by yourself.
I was just happy to be a part of some tribes last week.
Although it has been nice these past two days to sit in my basement apartment. So there is sometimes a case to be made for isolation. If you have a good blanket and some half and half for your coffee.
I hope as we move into March you've had some unexpected blessings pop up, of any variety.