Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

This week zooooooomed by for me.

As we said at the Rally (Rally!), “time flies when your arms are flailing around and you have no idea what you’re doing!”

Actually we were referring to the hot Shivanauttery that was happening but really it describes the whole week.

Anyway. What an OUTRAGEOUSLY FUN WEEK!

With its share of hard too. And we’ll start with the hard. Because that’s where we start.

The hard stuff

So much tired!

Projectizing is a lot of work.

And actively processing the process is a lot of work.

Anyway, I’m beat.

No time to myself!

First because we had three days of visitors and house guests and dinners out, and then because of Rallying it up for four days.

I want to lock myself in a library or something.

Not walking enough.

My daily walks (which do a lot for general clarity and mood) didn’t happen either.

This time it was first because of how ridiculously hot it was and then because of Rally prep.

Yesterday morning was the first long walk I got and it was brilliant.

The heat wave. It makes me stupid.

You’d think having lived a third of my life in the middle east would have given me some kind of immunity but no.

Come on, Portland. Let’s get back to cool and drizzling. You’re kind of freaking me out.

Context. Don’t leave home without it!

First we had actual trollishness on the blog, which never happens. Maybe the first time in over a year (and kindly deleted by the First Mate).

Then there was a total shitstorm on Twitter over something I said.

Anyway. Context, people. It’s so obvious to me that everything I say is said with a wink that I do forget not everyone knows this.

But when I am feeling upset because I think someone else has thrown a shoe, I usually just assume good intentions and ask them for context.

Apparently this is not a widely practiced thing. Because you would not believe the barrage of shoes flying in my direction. Ludicrous and annoying. Well, annoying because ludicrous.

Missing things that used to be.

And knowing that this is not from now and not useful … while still in the hard and the hurting over it.

The good stuff

Rally!

The fun! The hilarity! The spontaneous wild rumpus-ing!

What an outstanding group of lovely, sweet, smart, goofball people. Adore.

And the extreme getting-done-ness. I don’t even know how to talk about it. This is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

Also, the Rally being even more amazing than I thought it was going to be.

I am in awe of how much I got done.

And how great it all is.

This is an actual tweet from Jesse:

Q: You see a Queen, Flowers, Ziggy Stardust & Shiva’s Horns sitting in a circle & the Pirate Queen walks in…where are you? A: The Rally.

Yes. Moments of genius. Drag names. Superpowers. Spectacular and hilarious costumes. Hysterical giggling. And many a Victory Dance. I mean: WIKTORY!

Someone else described it as “ten thousand times more awesome than I’d imagined it would be, when I was already convinced that it was going to be incredible” — yeah, it was kind of like that.

My mind. It is reeling.

I learned how to draw labyrinths!

Which is great, because I am obsessed with labyrinthing. And also because it is a way to walk patterns when I am not doing Shiva Nata.

It was both harder and easier than I imagined it would be.

And I am determined to paint one on the wall of my Pirate Queen Quarters at the Playground.

Possibly I will also make one out of socks on the floor of my office at home.

Friends!

Seeing Amna and my dear friend Jon Berman and his ladyfriend and also my gentleman friend’s sister.

Having people at Hoppy House. Good food and joyfulness. I approve.

You guys.

The beautiful, kind, insightful comments on Monday’s post were so fascinating and reassuring to read.

Man. We are such a great group of total oddballs! I love it. I just love it.

So good to know that we are not alone in our oddnesses.

Returning people’s projections.

This is something Hiro taught me a long time ago that I always forget to do. This week I returned people’s projections.

Here. Your projections! It was a good thing.

Blanket fort! Blanket fort! Blanket fort!

Building a blanket fort at the Rally just made everything that much more fabulous.

Blanket fort!

The hot weekend of Roller Derby.

Even though sitting in a non-ventilated metal hangar for five hours in ninety-six+ degree heat is extremely uncomfortable …

And even though disastrous unspeakable things happened and even though Gotham only beat Seattle’s thugs by 95 points and not the much more thorough humiliation that totally should have taken place …

It was awesome.

Also, I know the list of people who want to marry Bonnie Thunders is a very long one, but I’m pushing myself to the front. Unbelievable.

Wow. I saw her skate three years ago and have been dreaming of seeing that again. It was just as incredible as I remembered. So beautiful I can hardly stand it.

And … playing live at the meme beach house: it’s the Fake Band of the Week!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

This week?

Taxidermied Mermaid.

They’re fast and loud and put on one hell of a show. Of course, it’s just one guy.

Thanks to the delightful Emannuelle for this one!

And … various things online and otherwise.

I did not really read anything this week.

Oh, except this great bit from Rupa on fabulous proverbs (The jackfruit is in the tree, and you are already oiling your mustache! Love!)

But I did make an avatar that looks exactly like me. Except for my hair which is black (at the moment) and my eyes which are green (always) and that I don’t really wear enough plaid (ever). This was way more fun than it should be.

I also made one for my Gentleman Friend (Rhubarb Scruff, 44 years old, The Vegetarian) that thoroughly captured the essence of his not-vegetarian rocker self but he did not approve. Alas.

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day and a restful weekend-ing.

And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.

The Fluent Self