Ma vie sans le temps

Howdy blogdience!

Since last we spoke, er, you read/I wrote, a few things have happened. Not surprising since it was a month ago and everything.

Highlights:

• Mazzy and I had a five-year anniversary. Yay us! We're thinking about writing up a book about being a long-term polyamorous relationship. Many people ask us for advice and entreat us to write. We thought it might be fun to each write a separate advice pamphlet and see what each of us had to say (and whether they bore any resemblance whatsoever), but so far it hasn't materialized. Some day.
  
  
• I took the damned LSAT. I left, and thought to myself, "I don't really want to be a lawyer!" Whew. So much better to figure that out *before* law school. That leads to a much longer conversation about learning styles, my lifetime inability to distinguish right from left (except in politics!), and achievement issues. Maybe It'll wind up here, even.
  
  
• I met with Peta, who offered lots of wonderful advice and constructive criticism about my consent piece. Yay! I might be getting under the hood, disassembling it, and seeing what I can form into working parts. Have ideas? Wanna see it? Comment on those posts as I go, and I'll take yer advice! This will also likely result in a collective writing project about consent, which I'm excited about as well.
  
  
• Because I'm trans*, I get to reapply for my passport 18 days before I leave for El Salvador. Ugh! But I did get to see the lines of queer folk gettin' hitched at City Hall as I made my way to the Department of the Treasury.
  
  

In the forthcoming life of meester toth, I am

• Going to see Elly this weekend in DC, yay! She's also moving back to the Bay Area for a year before applying to grad schools. Whew! Takes a little pressure off the planning.
  
  
• Completely booked between now and the beginning of April, which makes scheduling time with my friends a little awkward. I'm not famous enough to be this busy, dammit.
  
  

Enough of catching-up posts. On to other areas of my brain. I mean, I don't have a blog to make small talk with whoever will listen...

*Long story short, applying for a passport with all documentation short of the "doctor's letter" stating that permanent sex-reassignment surgery has been performed will get you one measly years' worth of passport. So I had to reapply post-surgery, even though it was good for the trip; apparently they want you to have three to six months of good passport, even if you're only going for two weeks. Did I mention I love bureaucracy? Love it! I'm thinking of constructing a sculpture out of all the pieces of paperwork being trans has brought into my life, but I don't think it'd be earthquake-safe...