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It's been a 90% good day.
The other 10% were spent crying, largely in my office though partially at therapy, because I am mourning my marriage.
Again. Or possibly still.
Basically, I feel really rotten for hurting him, which I've done. More, I suspect, than I originally realized. :-(
Sara called me this evening, which was really nice.
She's nervous about her audition for the dance troup in NYC - she finally got ahold of the people and found out what she needs to prepare (Nothing: She'll be learning the choreography there, and there *might* be some improv work), so she's got that on her mind. She asked me how work was (which was nice of her). I told her about the above-mentioned crying in my office, and she told me about looking up trans!porn producers to see if she can find people who would be good for the particular facet of her carreer. We talked a bit about this coming weekend and where (and when, oh gods...) sleeping will occur. I told her that I'm really proud of her for how hard she's working at this (she was on her way to the subway and this evening's shift at the club). We said goodnight and lots of love to each other, and she went into the subway where the reception is terrible, and so that was our conversation.
It was really nice.
It wasn't an exiciting conversation, it was just the two of us chatting together about stuff that we've been thinking about and stuff that needs to get done.
It was remarkably comforting because of that. :-)
In other news: I have nicked (ish) four pictures from the photoshoot Idioglossia did with me on Saturday.
Yes, I will post them somewhere and add links. But not just yet. I am tired and need to get up in 7.5 hours. So not yet.
However. THIS is the author of the book and the stories/letters which inspired the photographs. Go forth and read! :-D
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
The other 10% were spent crying, largely in my office though partially at therapy, because I am mourning my marriage.
Again. Or possibly still.
Basically, I feel really rotten for hurting him, which I've done. More, I suspect, than I originally realized. :-(
Sara called me this evening, which was really nice.
She's nervous about her audition for the dance troup in NYC - she finally got ahold of the people and found out what she needs to prepare (Nothing: She'll be learning the choreography there, and there *might* be some improv work), so she's got that on her mind. She asked me how work was (which was nice of her). I told her about the above-mentioned crying in my office, and she told me about looking up trans!porn producers to see if she can find people who would be good for the particular facet of her carreer. We talked a bit about this coming weekend and where (and when, oh gods...) sleeping will occur. I told her that I'm really proud of her for how hard she's working at this (she was on her way to the subway and this evening's shift at the club). We said goodnight and lots of love to each other, and she went into the subway where the reception is terrible, and so that was our conversation.
It was really nice.
It wasn't an exiciting conversation, it was just the two of us chatting together about stuff that we've been thinking about and stuff that needs to get done.
It was remarkably comforting because of that. :-)
In other news: I have nicked (ish) four pictures from the photoshoot Idioglossia did with me on Saturday.
Yes, I will post them somewhere and add links. But not just yet. I am tired and need to get up in 7.5 hours. So not yet.
However. THIS is the author of the book and the stories/letters which inspired the photographs. Go forth and read! :-D
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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