rare and beautiful

It was poetry night tonight and I so nearly didn't go. I had the time of my life. I stayed right up to 11 to have drinks with my friends and talk politics and poetry and life. We talked about love and loss and pain and I'm never drained when I leave them. They don't empty my cup, it's overflowing. My friends put spoons back into my drawer they don't carelessly leave them in the sink, abandoned and used. My friends have helped me finish a jigsaw puzzle left abandoned on a coffee table for twenty years. My friends are creative and passionate and powerful and strong and I am so fucking lucky that these people took me in.

It was poetry night tonight and I so nearly didn't go. I had the time of my life. I stayed right up to 11 to have drinks with my friends and talk politics and poetry and life. We talked about love and loss and pain and I'm never drained when I leave them. They don't empty my cup, it's overflowing. My friends put spoons back into my drawer they don't carelessly leave them in the sink, abandoned and used. My friends have helped me finish a jigsaw puzzle left abandoned on a coffee table for twenty years. My friends are creative and passionate and powerful and strong and I am so fucking lucky that these people took me in.

I'm 16% of the way through Restitution and I want to peel my skin off of my body. What the actual fuck is going on with Kade. There is no way in hell he doesn't have a plan to save Stacey. Current working theory is threatens Tobias so he puts himself in front of Stacey and Kade kills him instead. But I actually want to scream this book is the most stressful of the three.

I'm so tired I feel like I have a hangover. I'm battling my way through work and really trying to give it my fucking all but honestly I'm exhausted and my head is spinning and I want absolutely nothing more than to be in my bed staring at the ceiling with an ice pack on my head until it all goes away

First day of my week off and I'm without my beloved car. I'm hoping I can go pick it up in the next hour because all I want to do is go home and curl up and watch tv

To the man in the corner reading Harry Potter. I fucking hate you.

So I returned to where poetry began for me as Poet Laureate tonight. Three years ago I was lucky enough to be given the honour to represent my community. Tonight I stood on that stage and came out as trans to people I hadn't seen in a year. It was beautiful. My dear friend Phil, who is close to 80 years old, was someone I made a beeline for. I said hello and he jumped to his feet and pulled me into the tightest hug of my life and said "It's Eden now isn't it!" And I could have sobbed. If a man close to fifty years my elder can be in full and total support of my transition, no one has any fucking excuse to be hateful. It's not generational if he can manage it.

I watched the entirety of Heated Rivalry last night and not for a second since have I been okay

My week was topped off by an absolute asshole threatening me down the phone. I fucking hate men.

After a horrible two days at work, I got together with my favourite bunch of misfits and played math rocks and role play. We had such a laugh, we bonded, we bullied a magical horse and for three and a half hours nothing else mattered. THAT is the magic of D&D. We lose so much of our imagination as we grow up sometimes so to have a bunch of friends to play pretend with in your 20s and 30s is truly the most precious thing in the world and I will treasure every single second I get to play with these new found friends of mine

In addition to my earlier comments, I regret telling Graham he didn't annoy me enough yesterday. He just set up a scavenger hunt for my redbull