A Depressing Saturday

It is, sort of.  Why?  Well, you’ll see when you watch the video.

Enjoy!

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The Riot Act

I’ve been off-line for a while on the writing: even getting a new post out on the blog has taken a bit more time than I’ve spent in the past.  Part of the reason is due to commitments at work, and the few I have within my personal life.  One of those commitments involves my participation in roller derby. and as of last Monday, 27 November, that participation took a new turn.  No, I didn’t do anything spectacular: on the contrary, we made a huge shift in the way things are handled at practice…

Our last main coach, Anita Blade, retired as of the end of the last bout back on 12 November and after that we began looking for a new coach, a search in which I had a bit of a say.  After a week we had the people who were going to lead us into 2018 and they agreed to take up the challenge.

And who are these crazy people who decided to take up the challenge?

The first was someone I knew from my time doing practices in York.  Madhouse Mexi agreed to step in and help Ida with training the fresh meat and getting them certified as quickly as possible.  Mexi’s a good person and I like her, as she’s also ready to step in and show you where you’re doing something wrong before suggesting how to go about fixing the problem.  She let me know that even though I still need to do my 27/5 to certify, there are a few area where I’m “deficient” and I’m likely gonna have to improve those areas before the certification goes in and my derby name goes on.  I have no problem with this: she’s the coach, she’s seen me in practice, and she probably knows me better than me.

But our new head coach is Roxie Riot, who has a long history with HARD: in fact, she helped get our league started way back in the early days.  Yes, she knows a lot of the “old school” stuff, but she’s also interested in bringing us into the current way things are being played, and we’re starting to see that in the way we’re drilling.

About those drills…

There’s a lot more urgency in our drills these days.  We get out on the floor and we work.  We’ll spend a lot of time working on something, then rush over to the wall and get a drink before getting back on the track.  And I do mean rush: these days we have 30 seconds to get over, grab a drink, and get back to work.  No more fooling around and bullshitting.  Even though it’s the off-season, it’s still time to drill.

So in last week’s practices, numbers 65 and 66, a lot of time was spent on skills and learning how to defend in a lane.  (Lanes are a concept that have become important in derby, with one imagining four lanes, 1 through 4 from the inside to the out, going all around the WFDTA track.)  The first Monday it was the skills sessions, with everyone showing what they could do.  This is the area where I need work, particularly in plows and in endurance.  It was tiring, but I made it through, and in a way parts of it were a lot of fun–while other parts were a complete pain in the ass and frustrating as hell.  Wednesday was more about footwork and learning to cover the track–

It was also where I got hurt.

It’s been a while since I’ve been hurt at practice, but last Wednesday, the 29th of November, just one day shy of six months I’ve been in derby, it happened.  I was up trying to guard the track and Mexi was skating as a jammer.  When she came at me I tried my best to get in front of her, or at least to her side, and block her, and at the last moment I sort of lunged at her and lost my balance for my troubles.  I went down on my foot, but as I hit the floor my body went backwards while my leg seemed to move forward–

My right thigh muscle pulled and I felt it do so from my hip to just below my knee.

It hurt.  A lot.  I knew I made a sound but I wasn’t aware that I screamed as I hit the floor, something that was confirmed by several teammates.  Roxie was standing next to one of them and she told me she heard Roxie say something like, “I hope that’s not a broken leg,” which, when I think about it, might very well had happened.

But it wasn’t.  I’d pulled one of my thigh muscles enough that he hurt like hell, but it was still in one piece.  As we walked off the floor Roxie asked if I could still feel the muscle as we walked and I told her I could.  She said that was good, ’cause if I couldn’t feel it that mean I’d ripped something and I needed to go to the hospital.

No hospital for me, however: just a lot of rest.

We made it through last week and this week–Practices 67 and 68, which I’ll write about later–and we’re starting to pick up a lot of things.  I’m also starting to get even more comfortable on my skates, and just the other day I was side surfing for a bit, which surprised the hell out of me.

Before you know it, I may just be out there doing something nutty–

Like playing.

Posting on a Saturday Afternoon

Sure, it’s a late post, but it’s the thought that counts.  Enjoy!

On the Holiday Hours

Believe it or not I’ve got some free time.

Last Sunday was my team’s last bout of the 2017 season.  I started off the day getting over a sudden illness from the night before–as you know–and progressively grew better as the day wore on.  By bout time I was well enough that I changed my hair and hauled my equipment off to the rink so I could film.  And I had everything just right–including my hair:

It's almost time for the final bout of the season. #HARD

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Alas, the mood of the day couldn’t keep up with our opponents and we lost.  Actually, it was pretty much a blow-out: 41 to 501.  Yeah, a 460 point different.  But we half the off-season in place now, which means I pretty much have two weeks off save for a couple of practices I can attend in York this week and next.  And that means I can get some writing in, writing on a regular basis.

In the mean time I have some of the clothes that I bought last Friday night to show off.  Like this sweater dress yesterday–

One of my new sweater dresses.

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And this slacks and blouse combo–

Another new outfit and breaking out the heels for the first time in a while.

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So, down time mean rest time.  I won’t be down the whole time, but I’m kinda off skates for two weeks.  That means I can get in some writing.

Let’s see what happens.

Love Among the Witches: Those Two Things

Before I get into the writing, allow me at moment to speak about something I’ve not spoken about for almost a year–

Politics.

As you know, last year at this time I was pretty much a basket case staying away from my balcony.  It was not a good time for me and I fell into a month-long funk that was hard to snap.  It happens when you throw all your energy into something you believe and you have those hopes crushed.

This year I didn’t get as involved in local politics.  I did some phone banking, but that was it.  I did get out and protest–both locally and on the national level, with trips to D.C. for the Woman’s March and the March For Science–but as the summer wore on I dialed things back.  While staying in touch with politics, I’ve also been selective about what I want to do.

But, last night–yeah, I feel good.

We–and by that I mean the Dems–won big in New Jersey and Virginia, literally flipping VA from red to blue and both states not only elected Dem governors, but elected black lieutenant governors as well.  Three trans women were elected, one of them the first trans woman of color, and one trans man was also elected to a school board in Erie, PA.  Seattle has a lesbian mayor; Provo, UT, has a woman mayor; Charlotte, NC, has a black woman mayor.  A Dem Socialist is in the VA House of Delegates, a Sikh was elected mayor of Hoboken, NJ, and  a former Black Lives Mater lawyer is the new DA in Philly.

We call this “change” and it’s a good thing.  Also, it’s likely causing an orange shitgibbon lots of butthurt right now, which is even better.  2018 starts right now: let’s keep this happening.

Now, on to writing…

Believe it or not, I finished the scene.  Yes, that scene.

There’s a lot of words there…

 

Yeah, it’s a big scene, but then we’re talking about all the kid’s secrets and sexy things, so it takes time to get through it.  And nearly every night I worked on this scene involved writing around five hundred words.  With a word count of almost forty-five hundred words, you can see why it took so long.

So what are the last things discussed?  Well, those two things for which Kerry answered “Yes” when asked about sexual activity.  And Annie has something to say about them, too:

 

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Once more Coraline was a bit surprised by a revelation given to her by the couple. “You didn’t waste any time.”

Annie smiled. “No, we didn’t.” She nudged Kerry. “Though there was something you couldn’t help that first time.” She winked at Coraline. “Someone made one of the messes I said we were trying to avoid.”

The ginger girl blushed. “Hey, I was excited, okay?” She turned a sheepish look in Coraline’s direction. “It’s not like she didn’t have something to do with that.”

 

Messes.  Made by Kerry.  No need to elaborate, yeah?  Good thing Annie brought all those towels from the bathroom.

But there was something else–

 

“I bet.” There was one thing about which Coraline was curious. “That second thing you said yes to—”

Annie quickly answered. “That was Kerry’s idea. She—he—” She wrapped an arm around Kerry’s. “This one did that to me first.”

Coraline’s eyebrows rose once more. “You did? How did you—?”

“I read about it on the Internet.” Kerry snuggled against Annie, a slight grin on her face. “It said girls liked that.”

Annie and Coraline answered simultaneously. “We do.” Both began laughing, with Kerry joining in seconds later.

 

So Kerry was reading about, you know, sex things on the Internet and came across something I called the Australian Kiss, because it happens Down Under.  And he sees that “girls like that” and probably thought, “Whoa!  Can’t wait to see if this is true.”  And it probably wasn’t long after that he found out that, yeah, girls do like that.  Girls of all ages, if Annie’s and Coraline’s reactions are any indication.

With all the sex stuff out of the way, there’s just a bit more to discuss…

 

When they finished a few seconds later Coraline sat back in her chair and sighed. “I heard you were on the flight the next morning with red eyes. After having a romantic evening like that, I suppose you spent some time crying after.”

“We did.” Annie looked downward as she remembered the aftermath of their first special night together. “It was hard to not be sad knowing that come the next day we’d end up apart for the whole summer.”

Kerry nodded. “I did all the crying.” A few tears came to her eyes. “It was hard not to cry.”

Annie pulled Kerry close. “You have no idea how much I fought not to cry.” She gave her soul mate a tight hug. “Your pain was my pain.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that pain these days.” Coraline stood and straightened her top. “I’m gonna see how long before we have to speak with the headmistress and the others, and then I’ll see about getting some lunch up here.” She turned and headed towards the lift.

In the silence that followed Annie reached over and wiped the tears from Kerry’s eyes. “You still cry remembering that night.”

“Not because I’m sad.” She sniffed hard. “Maybe a little, but I’m crying because I remember how beautiful it was.”

“Yes, it was.” This was the first time Annie had ever heard Kerry refer to their first special evening as beautiful. “I can see how much it touched your heart.”

“Well, it was the first time we were ever that close.” Kerry rubbed her hair against Annie’s cheek. “So close.” She looked up into Annie’s eyes. “If that were to happen today, would you cry?”

Annie slowly ran her fingers through Kerry’s hair. “My love, we’ll never be apart like that ever again. Never.”

 

Now that Annie can come to Kerry and they are only an hour away from London, being away from each other for the summer isn’t as bad as it was that first time, but at the end of their A Levels Kerry was a messing having to leave his soul mate behind, and we finally discover that the separation hurt Annie more than she let on.  But she is able to dodge Kerry’s question about crying since she knows they’ll never face another separation like that again.

The sex talk is done.  What happens next?

Something boring, that’s what.