So, am I in or am I out? Am I lost or am I found?
The answer, I suspect, is “yes.”
Was at a networking session the local Gay & Lesbian center did last night.
On one hand, I was a lost tranny people avoided. The young people passed me up because I was old, and the old people passed me up because I was just a bit too queer for nice Gay & Lesbian people.
On the other hand, for people with whom I have established a connection over the last 15 years, it was a pleasant reunion, a networking meeting. Former director, young academic, all that.
In other words, breaking the ice is hard, especially when I don’t have a simple story to tell, but once the ice is broken, people know, like & value me.
This blog may be quite the same. Newcomers often find it quite daunting. I remember one secondhand comment that someone wouldn’t read it again because “it isn’t positive enough.” But there are a few for whom it has enough value to be kept on the short list.
I watch, looking for clues and patterns. Quite an observer, I am.
And sometimes, I actually perform and make connections.
Because, well, because that’s the way I roll.
Or the way that I don’t roll.
Whatever.
Callan 