So Dear Reader, I'm getting a sort-a kinda-a break from the Army this weekend. Deal is, I don't have to do any work, but I can't leave the immediate area of the base. The past couple of weeks have been a bear(there's been a small amount of mauling), so I decided to throw away some money on a hotel room off post. Now this is the kind of place that normally would be used by some PV2 to order some anonymous tail and loose his virginity, but hey, I get a little privacy and am not bugged to death by the drunkenness of my idiot roommates.
In other news, here my own drunkenness neither bugs anyone, nor can later be brought up while I'm chewing out one of my subordinates for being too hungover to make in to PT formation. Go me, and go my planning.
I'm actually planning to spend the next two days eating fried food, drinking cheap beer, and reading that biography of Charles Schulz that came out last year or so. I'm wicked excited.
Also, because I'm like six years behind the times, I just discovered the New Pornographers(yes, I heard the singer on NPR's Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me last weekend. I own exactly zero cool points of my own). Gosh they rock. I will be listening to Mass Romantic and Twin Cinema all weekend.
Oh, and the title of the post? Basically every time I get away from the Army for even the briefest moment I am confronted by the fact that I'm thousands of miles away from the people I love. There is not a single individual within a thousand mile radius with whom I could have a face to face conversation in which I admitted to being trans.
It's kind of lame and it makes me sad.
But I'll spare you the whining. People are dying in Iraq and the fact that I wish I have has a sarcastic, queer, trans-friendly, short dark haired girl with whom to spend some time, well, in the grand scheme of things, I'll probably get by.
Anyway, I'll be back to bitch about the news tomorrow or Monday.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, you have all of us anonymous hordes or trans friends who wish you well, and who want to be there as well!
Amanda
Posted by: Amanda in the South Bay | July 18, 2009 at 02:01 AM
This one hurts my heart. Secrets are lonely-making hazards of necessity. Someday it will be different. Hope it was a good weekend.
Posted by: Cister | November 14, 2010 at 05:06 PM