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Currently, I'm composing a story that takes place roughtly 15 years int eh future.  It' about young love, as one of my main character's kids experiences his first romances and sexual encounters.  Ezra's a great kid.

All of this thinking about young love and first times has me thinking, hoping, and maybe a little optimistic about my own romantic horizons.  And then I remember I live in Olympia, in the Pacific Northwest..., and I get just a bit more depressed.  There are other things playing into that depression.. but that's another post!!

I was holding my breath for the MECh@ Conference, and then I let that one out. I have a fear and a doubt that it won't be as safe a space as I would like.  But there are very few safe spaces left for me nowadays. Although gender & sexuality are supposed to be one of the five pillars of MECh@, I heard that there's some (natural) ignorance surrounding issues of gender. Therefore, I am going to leave any type of expectation at the door. It's just better to go on-guard rather than to be cut down halfway through because I assumed any type of... consciousness, competency...? I'm not sure of the 'c'-word I'm looking for.  Anyway....

And then there is the QPOCCon: the light at the end of this long dark winter in Olympia.  I was really entertaining the idea that I'd meet some really awesome person(s) and I'd spend my time in their hotel room rather than at workshops.  But after some careful contemplation, I've decided adjacent it. I'm not really a casual encounter type of person.  So I'll be the wing-person/chaperone/bag-holder while in Northridge.  Ah well, at least I've found my niche.

.... typing this up made me more depressed, rather than feeling better.  I need an almond croissant. :(