It’s Video Time! So enjoy!
It’s Video Time! So enjoy!
I am home.
I finally flew into Harrisburg about midnight last night and made it home about twenty-five minutes later. I finally made it to bed about about 1 AM so I could get up about four-and-a-half hours later.
Needless to say I’m kinda wrecked.
So what was up this weekend? Most of you know I was doing something for Planned Parenthood, yeah? I think this picture sort of gave that away:
Here’s the complete lowdown: I was in Oklahoma City, OK, attending a PP Organizing Summit, where people like me learned about the tools needed to put together a successful campaign needed to affect change, as well as learning how to use those tools to make your actions work. While we could post pictures of ourselves at the summit, we were not allowed to tell anyone where we where or give out our location by tagging a picture.
This was the reason I could identify my position up to Atlanta, where we boarded our connecting flight to OKC, but once on the ground in the Sooner State we had to pretend we didn’t know where we were, even though we did.
Needless to say it was a lot of workshops and role playing and breakout groups working on getting our protesting know-how down pat. Oh, and we had a rally just down the street on early Saturday–while a wind whipped up that made me think of a certain song from a certain musical about a certain state–and we were on the local news. Below is a clip from the broadcast and at top center you might recognize a certain blond from the state of Pennsylvania…
So I was in a room way up at the top of a hotel:
And we had elevators that looked out over the atrium:
And I had a roommate, a lovely woman from a nearby state:
And we flew out of Oklahoma yesterday:
And while in the Atlanta airport all the women with whom I was traveling and I stopped in Chicken + Beer in Terminal D, a place owned by Ludacris, and had a fantastic meal. Also, the woman on my left, Sara, turned 21 that very day and we celebrated by having a drink with her.
There you are: I was out being a good little feminist, enjoying the company of other women and men who helped us learn how to make the world a better place. And I know I’ll have people telling me I’m wrong, probably while mansplaning how I’m oh, so wrong (fun fact: do you know where mansplaniners get their fact? From a Well, Actually…), but I don’t care.
I’m guessing this is just the start of another part of my life.
I don’t believe I’m guessing wrong…
What is going on? Why am I falling? Well, there’s a reason…
It’s been a strange sort of day. I woke up ready to go and I’ve been in that mode ever since. It’s a strange feeling as I haven’t had a lot of get up and go for a few months–could that be due to practice? Not really: I was feeling like that long before I strapped on some skates and became my own hero. I’m sure it was due to something else.
Yesterday I spent time thinking about Kerry’s future, but not like long-term stuff; you know, more like what’s coming in the next few months. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it before, but now that a few changes are coming into his life, I’ve had to refine that view a bit. Before I started on the current novel everything was painted, more or less, in broad stokes. Now the time has come to fill in some of the outlines and maybe turn a couple of mistakes into birds.
This goes for Annie, too. As we saw way back in the beginning of this novel she’s breaking out of her “Ice Queen” shell and even venturing away from her home. She spent time with Alex and even traveled to Cardiff to see Kerry, look around his parent’s house, and check out his room. (She also said his bed would be a good place to conceive kids, but she was just clowning him. Maybe.) She’s growing as a person and a young woman, and given how these kids talk and act, it’s likely she’s already got a good grasp of her sexuality and is working with her soul mate on his.
It’s safe to say that in the next month or so there will be a few surprises tossed out here for everyone to see. This is what happens when you dig into the lives of your fictional characters and look for the little nuggets that make up their personality and their experiences. In the last few weeks I’ve actually had a lot more fun digging into areas I didn’t know existed so that I could bring a few new elements into this story. It not only helped that I wanted to change things up a bit, but it’s actually helped set up things better for the future.
A future that is continuing to change. Except for a few things, that is.
There was a time when I figured Kerry being dumped by his parent for the Yule holidays might be one of the worst things in the world for him. Now… I’m not so certain. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, so this could be one of those things that keeps Kerry strong. As for Annie–well, she has her own strength. Which we’ll get to see on display soon.
Act One is nearly over: one last chapter and I can move on to the act where all hell breaks loose. I don’t want to say I’m gonna have fun torturing my kids–
But you know I will.
It’s really not that hard. Enjoy!
Anything interesting happen to you on this day, Cassidy?
Why, I’m glad you asked…
7 July, 2014, I headed out to Sterling, NJ, to see a doctor. Actually, I was seeing her for the second time in two weeks because I’d had an initial consultation with her at the end of June. This time I wasn’t going back for a check up, or for another consultation, or to even discuss possible medical options.
I was going there to get a shot.
As many of you know, during May of 2014 I decided to take a big step in my transition and get on the Estradiol train. As Kerry can now tell you, Estradiol is the primary hormone found in that soup known as estrogen and it’s the most powerful of the lot. You start taking that and before you know it, your body starts heading off down Girl Street. And that was where I wanted to head, so the time came that in order to go that way I had to find a doctor. Which I did. In New Jersey.
And three years ago today I received my first injection.
It was really kind of interesting to watch her, my doctor, go through the steps I’d need to follow in order to inject myself in the leg. I watched, I learned, and I sat there while I got the needle in the leg. It was a life changing experience, it really was, and I was in sort of a daze all the way on the two-hour drive back to Harrisburg.
And since some of you don’t remember what I was like back there, here’s a reminder.
Yep, that was me right after I returned home, fraying wig, old glasses, and bushy eyebrows to complete the look. At this point in my life I was still going to work as “that other guy” and the next day I dressed like the person I used to pretend I was and headed off to work.
Only I was a little different. And I’d get more different every day.
Two weeks later I had to return to my doctor’s office for another injection, only this time I was required to do the injection. Which I did. My doctor told me at the time that she expected me to get it right the first time because she knew I would. I’m glad I didn’t let her down.
And that brings me to this point in time. Three years later, I’m pretty happy with myself. I’ve worked on a political campaign, I’ve marched against the Orange Menace, I’ve gotten more left and aware, and I’ve joined roller derby. Oh, and I’m still writing after all these years.
Plus, I certainly look a lot better now than I did three years ago.
I don’t know what’s ahead. Three years from now I’ll be 63 and likely doing much of the same things I’m doing now. Maybe I’ll be published by then–maybe not. Maybe I’ll have competed in a derby game–maybe not. Maybe I won’t even be here–maybe not.
I don’t know: I’m not Deanna so I can’t see the future. All I can do is live from one moment to the next and hope for the best.
And when my fourth anniversary rolls around I’ll talk about it and shoot another picture of myself, just so I know what I look like.
I will admit that my ideas are not always the best. Allow me to explain:
We have reached the point in the current novel where it’s become known that Kerry’s parents are heading off to Australia and New Zealand for the Christmas holiday. As it turns out Kerry’s grandparents are going to be on a cruise from San Fran to Panama City and back, so this leaves Kerry in the position of being abandoned by his folks, who are more or less telling him to go pound sand. Knowing Kerry’s issues with abandonment the odds are good he’s not gonna handle this situation well even if he looks tough on the outside. Because this is how Kerry is and he’s not changing anytime soon.
But what does this do for his holiday plans?
Leave it to renxkyoko to come up with the most obvious plan: have Annie ask her parents if Kerry can comes to Pamporovo and spend the holidays with the Family Kirilovi. Though the parents are not yet aware–at least they don’t know everything that’s happened to these two in the last couple of years–he is the future son-in-law, so maybe getting him used to being around Annie’s folks is a good idea.
And it is a good idea–
Only… it wasn’t my original idea.
Oh, if you haven’t figured it out:
See, this part of the novel was figured out years ago and I was sticking with that plan. What I had plotted out was that Kerry was going to fall on his sword and decide to stay at school, even though it bothered Annie a great deal to leave him behind. Sure, Kerry fixes things up with getting her a computer so they can Skype, but still: Annie goes home and Kerry stays behind ’cause he wants her to spend time with her parents and not make being there awkward for everyone.
Now, this isn’t that big of a deal–except for one thing. Writing about Kerry being left behind at school requires haven’t a whole chapter that’s almost all Kerry, all the time, and after a while I found that to be a bit untenable. Yes, Kerry is getting his own chapters, but Annie’s getting one as well, so that’s nicely balanced.
But Kerry at school alone sort of bothered me. And as time went by it bothered me even more.
So when the suggestion came that Kerry should go stay with Annie I started thinking about the possibility. And since you probably do know me, you’re aware that I spent a few days running ideas and scenarios around my head to see what happened. And the most thought I gave the matter, the more I came to the conclusion:
Kerry should go spend the holidays with Annie and her parents.
The simple fact is this is their story. And, as possible, that should happen together. And how will they handle being under the watchful eye of Mama and Papa? What sort of shenanigans can they get up to? What sort of public fun will they encounter? Let’s remember, Kerry’s never seen Annie in her natural environment, so is he gonna see a completely different person than the one he knows and loves? Just imagine the first time Kerry has to wait in her sitting room for her to come out of her bedroom. Will he consider it natural? Or will he think it’s a little too much for this particular rich girl?
There you go: I adjusted by curve and changed the story.
And, I believe, it’s gonna make it a better novel.
It will certainly make it a better holiday for two kids I know–