12:28 a.m.
i had my favorite kind of day yesterday... the serendipitous kind. i left my house at 3pm to go grocery shopping and ended up returning at 4 AM after impromptu walks/coffee/dinner followed by dancing my heart out... and middle-of-the-night grocery shopping at the end because i was just drunk enough to be stubborn about accomplishing my goals for the day.

i danced so hard that people gave me room. i danced so hard that my mind just switched off. i danced so hard that at the end of the night some guy came up to me to tell me "whatever you're doing, keep doing it - you're the best one here", which made me beam... dancing isn't a competition but it's nice to be good at things, right?

i danced so hard that i think i strained some muscles in my stomach.... or maybe that was from laughing.

it was a day full o' good times. Spend enough time with people who don't think you're special and you start to believe it. I feel better these days.

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funny postings when i look for housing in New Orleans - "SWF looking for same" and i'm nodding to myself, "yup, yup, okay, i can live there" when the penny drops that i'm not white.

and then of course, i think, "well, obviously they'll let me live there if they meet me"... because... what? i'm not your typical non-white? who would be a typical non-white? and would i want to live with someone who could seriously write that in a housing posting?

i told this story at a dinner i was at and someone hypothesized that maybe that's just the culture in new orleans, and everyone writes that without thinking about what it means... either way, i found it bizarre. You'd never see a line like that in a housing posting in Toronto.

2006-03-20

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