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23:30 - Tuesday, Sept. 10, 2002 Lesbian wedding? Lactose Intolerance? Parental frustrations? The new job? So much has been going on, I have been not as updatey as I would like. The rollercoaster has had me not so in touch with diaryland, but I am back. I suppose the biggest news is progress in my job. I am in charge of fundraising and public relations for a new nonprofit. It is an interesting opportunity, but the folks I am working with need some work themselves. Not personally, but organizationally. And as much I want to help them get this off the ground, they have a less than realistic understanding of time frames for getting programs launched, etc. They actually gave me a contract to sign with many legal terms they did not understand. And that's ok. But I am very worried about just what advisors they have in their stable of consultants, etc. It is weird to be working somewhere where you believe they were not ready to hire you. I need the money top help pay for our wedding, so it is worth staying, but a bit irritating. Holy !#$^#^%& Batwoman! Mr. RadicalTenor and I spent the weekend at the wedding of our favorite lefty Hello Kitty Dykes. I have never seen so many grrlcouples in the same place! They got married on the beach in Delaware and it was stunning. Perfect weather, and the ceremony was magnificent. They incorporated many different traditions and spiritualities (Buddhist, Apache, Jewish, Celtic, etc.) and it totally worked. We were lucky enough to get to be in the ceremony as well. We were both so honored. The two of us were part of a flower ceremony where people walked up in pairs and each put a flower in a case and read a brief saying. I also got to spend some time with Dr. Pam. She is a new friend. We met at the bachelorette party of intestinal explosion (more on that soon). She is convinced that I should be a therapist/counselor. I asked her why and really expected some dumbass answer but she really surprised me and was pretty thorough in her analysis of my listening skills, how I physically mirror the people I am talking to, etc. And she was pretty toasted so I was pretty impressed. I realized at the wedding how lucky I was to be involved with another feminist man. To experience this wedding event with a partner who was a sexist or didn't like women would have been painful and uncomfortable (and hateful and awful, etc.). It was also amazing that the brides' mothers were both very into hannging out with us and talking, etc. One of the mom's kissed me on the lips. More in a "we are long-term friends" then a "Stifler's mom" kind of way, but still it was innocently odd. In spite of feeling like I could fuel an SUV with all the gas in me and stumbling not so gingerly around the netherparts of Washington, DC-- I had a great time. Mr. RadicalTenor and I love to dance at the lesbian bar. They music is better than at the boy bars. No one gives you attitude if you don't look like you walked out of the pages of GQ, and shit, these folks know the electric slide. And sometimes, the electric slide with a bunch of women-loving-women is exactly what I need. more soon . . .
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