Time flies. Since I last posted I got a new roommate... nice gal, not as social as Brandy, has a life of her own. Probably for the best. MIght actually inspire me to go be more social too!
Got a free, last-minute trip to Portland, Maine for a conference of an organization I founded 25 years ago... and it's still going strong. Of course, the current leadership is into revisionist history and my name isn't mentioned anywhere in the historical documentation they create today. When I confronted the male Co-President about it, being the misogynist he is, he replied "Oh come now Marsha, one person can't found an organization." Yeah? Tell that to Bill W. If I was a man, not only would he never have said that to me, he'd have bowed and scrapped low enough and then run off to fix it. But that's okay... I authored an article on Wikipedia. Hah. And my name is mentioned as founder in John Preston's "Big Gay Book" -- from back in my non-hetero days.
Lately I've been thinking I was never really a lesbian, although it's sort of fun to tweak the current lesbians by saying I'm a lesbian that sleeps with men. If I'm honest with myself and reflect back on my history, I'd have to say I've been bisexual since I was five. Alas, growing up in a time where both the APA and AMA declared my preferences as sick one decade or so, and then normal a couple of decades later, who can blame me for being not entirely sure of my own sexuality? I only finally accepted the brand/label when Phil, the married art store manager who used to sneak kisses and cop feels in the back store room, failed to arouse me any further than the flirting.
Anyways... back to Portland. Loved being back on the East Coast, even if it was only for five days. Just enough of the foliage change was lingering for me to get a taste of the brilliant hues of autumn. Sometimes the sight of all that ancient brick in the form of squat, angle-rooved warehouses along the piers and short streets of row houses make me yearn to live back in New England. If they could only get rid of winter... Two gamer geeks and one wife of said geek living in the area joined me for a lunch break from the confines of the Hilton Hotel. I get conferenced-out after 2.5 days, so a quick trip to the waterfront in one of the worse autumn rainstorms got me my fill of lobster and steamed clams. Unfortunately, the "lobster in the rough" dining shacks along Rt. 1 were closed for the season, so this shanty on the pier was the next best bet. Also filled up on native fried clams and oysters... nothing like what you get on the West Coast. Ah... to relive my childhood and summers going to the beach. It was a small slice of heaven.
My team leader for the game I've been addicted to for 11 years now has been promoted to APM, Assistant Product Manager. I breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the other possible choices just scared me, based on their lack of accessibilty and visibility (didn't we already just have enough of that?), or their personal vindictiveness (ditto), or their total desire to people-please to support their fragile egos. At least she's around, she's professional and doesn't let the personal enter into her decisions, and has an ego strong enough to weather most anything. Yay for strong women!
Work is pretty awesome right now. In addition to being reinstated as a Full GameMaster, a full year after I was promised I would be, I also find myself busy trying to keep two magazines organized and get to the printer on time. A large task when you consider the other personalities I have to deal with! Herding cats, comes to mind, as a comparison. I've also been head-hunted three times, and am applying for a local, part-time job I can do from my home. I'd love for it to come through! Light a candle to the goddess!
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Hell, I'd set my house on fire to have things happen for you that are good. :)
Happy to hear that the new roomie is working out - even better to hear that the game finally appears to have taken its head out of its posterior.
And who the hell cares if some silly boy doesn't want to name you as one of the founders? You know you did it, and so do others. Tell him that you and your vagina are better than him any day of the week :) Then bitchslap him and make him fetch you a sammich.
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