pledging my time

Maybe it's just from being in such a predominantly Christian country that the language of redemption comes up so much, but once again Dublin has redeemed itself. (Questions of from what and for whom are up for consideration, but mostly from my totally uncompassionate habit of comparing it to NY.) This weekend included a trip to a rooftop just south, if I remember correctly, of the Liffey. And being up there drunk with gently cold air and gray 4am sky and some rad queers filled me with joy.

There are interesting things on the horizon.

Last night I saw decent drag here! This woman Shani was my raison d'aller (whatever) and her drag troupe was fabulous.

Have I told you all that they play bingo in the George on Sunday nights? At first I thought it was really sad but now I find it endearing. The queen who hosts it used to do a bingo show on national television, in drag, and all the old ladies had no idea. Then the tv execs said she had to do it in man drag. Then she quit and started hosting bingo nights at the gay bar. Oh Dublin.

Today I started thinking about my thesis. I have a book list, and a I. II. III. little (and incredibly vague) outline. Woo.

Popped collars are unacceptable on anyone except Sasha Swartzman, I've decided.

I've also decided I'm going to Paris for a few days on March 21st. I'm really excited but scared cos I can't fecken speak French out of a paper bag.

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50 Euro round-trip to Paris? Yes, please.

So first I get to see Ren for a week, and then I get to fly off to Paris for 5 days? My G-d. A boy could get used to this.

But then, there is always Kant talking about aesthetics to bring me back down.

I'm really in a good place right now, various fears and apprehensions aside, and I hope you all are too.





ps- one of my housemates is pissed at me for reasons she has not yet disclosed; it's really straining and I wish she would just approach me about it. i hate sullenness, especially paired with the cold shoulder as it so often is, especially from someone I actually like. 'Meh,' as Digs would say.