I was swimming with a friend (not someone I actually know) in the Olympic pool under the Sydney Harbour Bridge. The pool was filled with ocean water (something that makes sense in Sydney sort of, but is not the case with this actual pool) and it was as hideously grey as the sky. But it was warm and very nice. We were treading water, and I wasn't moving my legs at all, just letting them float about together, and she was telling me about a friend who was working for Baz Luhrmann and had been since she finished university. She went on and on about all the places this friend had traveled and told some out of school stories that the first friend shouldn't have told and mine shouldn't have repeated. And I thought I am so envious and I said, with equal sincerity, "wow, I am so glad that's not me."
But I do miss Sydney, and not even for the story of what I was, or wanted to be there.
I'm so preoccupied with other matters (Bristol) that I find it hard to care. Although, I would be very happy if Elyse is there, as she was my very first friend I had a fandom with, and there are a few other people I would like to see because they were always kind. I am looking forward to seeing the space, particularly, to see how it has changed, to see to what degree it is as I remembered. And, I have practiced what to say if anyone apologizes to me for my school years as they have to my mother; it's all the very definition of awkward turtle.
I have also become both more and less concerned about what I am going to wear. It occurs to me that anything I show up in will seem as a costume to them, because I don't wear the Upper East Side uniform and because I was never supposed to be beautiful. That said, being as it is Hewitt and the Upper East Side, I can expect that nearly everyone there will, in fact, be thinner and richer than me, which isn't quite the equation with which I usually deal with the world.
Anyway, I'm too busy and I have too much typing to do, that I'm not even going to bother putting on fake nails. They can discuss my diseased hands all they want; I'm busy writing the world.
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Date: 2010-05-13 02:31 pm (UTC)Surely, that's down to being over a certain age and not married and having short hair that's not coiffed in a femme sort of way and being into your career/accomplished.
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Date: 2010-05-13 02:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 02:40 pm (UTC)It's stereotyping women in the public eye in the worst way. If you don't wear lipstick and wield a curling iron, surely you're so butch omg. Like my mother-in-law.
I was in the military and had super-short hair, so I know this stereotype... but you know how femme I am. There's this algebra to femininity there -- if you don't wear makeup but have long hair in a French braid bun, you're presenting as straight. Play sports and don't wear makeup? Gay. Feminine but don't date? Snobby. Not traditionally feminine but don't date? Gay. Butch style but married? Beard For Benefits.
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Date: 2010-05-14 12:20 pm (UTC)Best. Line. Ever. In. Anything. ;-p
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:01 pm (UTC)I um, shipped her with John Hart. Look at their icons together! Red costumes and arse-kicking FTW!
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Date: 2010-05-14 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 03:25 pm (UTC)1993, Boca Raton News.
"Queer Nation held a news conference last week to assert that Reno's probably a lesbian, offering as evidence the fact that she's 54, childless and has never been married and that 'several reliable sources' say 'Reno's sexuality is 'common knowledge'.'"
It then goes on to describe the time when Reno was running against Florida lawyer John Thompson for Dade County DA. Here's what you're probably remembering.
"During the campaign, Thompson demanded repeatedly that Reno make her sexual orientation public and filed a ludicrous battery charge when, during a campaign event, she touched him on the shoulder, saying: 'I'm only interested in virile men. That's why I'm not attracted to you.'"
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Date: 2010-05-13 05:27 pm (UTC)I said much the same thing in 5th grade when a boy kept calling me a lesbian because I had short hair.
"Just because I don't like YOU doesn't mean I don't like boys." Which, actually, is true.
And then we played wall ball and forgot about it (but I didn't). I wasn't bothered at all by this, but if unsure or if I had felt a need to conceal my orientation to prevent bullying even if that age, I might have been very shaken-up by this.
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Date: 2010-05-13 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-13 05:23 pm (UTC)She's pretty awesome.