Specific near the Pacific

I'm now in Seattle for a brief northwest tour. This fills me with tremedous guilt, as any time I'm in this time zone I feel as though I must visit ALL of my Bay peeps, but it so wasn't happening this time around. Sheesh! I may get to see pals I haven't seen for three years, and I've never gottent o see much of Seattle nor Portland.

I walk into a coffee-house, and on a lark ask the counter-worker if any of their baked goods are vegan. Kind of off-handedly, she mentions that the doughnuts are. WHAT!? I ask in disbelief. VEGAN DOUGHNUTS? Geezus, where have you been all my life? I've had four since I landed here. I hadn't realized that while the main political thrust in my life doesn't allow me to prioritize such things, gosh I missed vegan doughnuts. I didn't know how good I had it in ol' SF.

The other thing I missed: fellow genderqueers and trannies. I almost wanted to run up and hug all the various non-gender-conforming critters I see wandering around the place where our training was held. At least I stopped myself, since I at least recall that I would've found that weird were I to be lovingly accosted by a stranger in my town.

It's a rough lot for trans-dudes in DC that I've found. If someone can prove me wrong, please do - write me, call me, make a blog disproving these claims. But after a two-month wait for an appointment with an endorinologist who basically told me "I don't know what you are, don't want to learn, and won't do anything for you" it's really nice to be in a town where that's not the apparent norm.

I wrangled with a title for this post. It's not the be-all, but it's nice to be in a place where I feel like I can be all the weirdness and complexity that I am. I assert myself as such in DC, but here there's no asserting that needs doing. More just ascertaining.

Hey, if you're reading this and you're one of my Bay peeps, call me before March 3rd. I'm in your time zone! I'll try to call you, too! Yeah, I think I'm a little homesick. Signing off...