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Archive for September, 2008

I like bananas and stars

Day two with no trip to the Emergency Room, and I seem to be feeling much better; I’m still not perfect by any stretch, and the shows each day are taking a lot out of me, but I’m definitely feeling very similar to my old self. 😉

So, tour is pretty fun. Yes, I’m in an RV with six guys for two weeks, but these are six amazingly cool men. The other day when I needed to go to the hospital, there was not the slightest hesitancy in any of them about taking me, nor was there any hint of resentment. I wasn’t a burden, I was simply a family-member that needed care. We’re all in this together, and my boys are totally hip to taking care of me. They’re pretty great guys; I’m so psyched to be on tour with them.

Steve is just proving once again how much he loves me, and it’s so completely mutual. We are so much more than friends; he really is my “chosen brother.” I had a great chat with Vinny tonight, too, and it’s been lovely to get to know the guys in Sandal Machine Foot better. It’s always great when a band whose music I love is comprised of people I adore too.

Some of the guys’ girlfriends came down to Manhattan for the gig last night. It was a surprise (I was in on the secret and a little on the planning), and it was really wonderful. It made playing in Manhattan feel like a show in our own back yard.

I’ve been doing my usual act of thinking I play like shit at about 2/3 of our shows, but I think the tour is going amazingly well. Being a rock star is fun.

I talked to Tim for a few hours today, it was the first time we had talked for so long in several days. I miss him lots. I know I’ve said this before, but I am so happy that I met Tim, so happy I have him in my life. He is really special – he makes me laugh, he makes me feel important, he cares about me lots. He kinda sorta rocks. 😀

Today we played in Mechanicsburg, PA. We ate at this restaurant called “Cheeburger! Cheeburger!” They had a bananas foster shake on the menu. I ordered one and wouldn’t shut up about how excited I was about it. The guy making it asked me if I had had one before, and I explained that, no, it was just that bananas foster is my favorite dessert so that when I saw it on the menu I had to order it. He finished making it and gave it to me. I tried a sip and he asked me how it was. I told him it was great. Then, because I never know when to shut up, I told him that I “have a thing for bananas.” I guess I said it more flirty than I meant, because he said something indistinct, but it was clear he thought I was being dirty, and then I turned brilliantly beet-red. Sometimes I am so oblivious.

We’re at a campground in Gettysburg tonight, and the stars are just amazing. I love living near a city, but I always forget how much the city-light interferes with the star-light. What a gorgeous night.

la-la-la-tra-la-la

Pretty Fuckin’ Happy

Life is so cool

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The ER in Albany

So, I spent most of the day in the Emergency Room in Albany, NY. Why? Well, to be the typical over-sharing that you all know and love: last night I started peeing a lot of blood. I’m on tour with Hypaspace, and I was scared, so I had the guys bring me to the ER.

Steve sat with me. I know I just said how awesome Steve is the other day, but he really is.

I called Tim while we were on our way to the hospital. That helped me to feel a bit better. Have I mentioned that he’s pretty awesome?

So, after about six hours, the verdict is that they’re not sure what was wrong with me. I feel better, and the blood has stopped. But I hate when the hospital doesn’t tell you what’s wrong.

Lots of tests.

The staff was awesome. Due to the nature of the problem, I disclosed my trans-status early on. I was just a woman who needed a prostate exam. lol

So, I guess I feel better, still a little scared, though.

My priest makes me cry also

But these tears were amazing.

At The Crossing, it’s normal for members of the community to offer the Reflection; in fact, our priest, Rev. Steph, had not preached at all at the Crossing until this month. Tonight was her third reflection, and she has made me cry every single week. It is no wonder that this amazing woman is the priest at the church that I finally felt ready to call home. She is a real person; she’s struggled; she’s searched; she understands.

Tonight’s reading was about the field-owner who hires workers several times throughout the day; he pays all the workers the same wage, even those that he hired late in the day. This is the story with the “and the last shall be first and the first shall be last” line. Steph talked about equality, and when she talked about The Crossing being so openly welcoming of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender folks, I got really teary-eyed. And then, when she talked about people who normally don’t have a voice being heard, I just about totally broke down. I can’t overstate how important The Crossing is to me. The Crossing, and Rev. Steph have enabled me to gradually find my own strength as a leader, to say nothing of just helping me to reestablish a firm center with my spiritual life.

It’s been an amazing few weeks finally getting to experience my priest preaching. She’s all sorts of fabulous.

Two awesome gigs and two rude morons

I often gush about how blessed I am to be able to perform with such talented musicians. Well, tonight I got to perform with Hypaspace and Bryan McPherson on the same day.  It took a little rushing around, and I played on borrowed drums for the set with Hypaspace, but it was totally worth it.

The gig with Hypaspace was at the Midway Cafe in Jamaica Plain; we’ve played there a lot lately, and it’s always a great time. I used the drums belonging to the drummer in the band after us, which aided my schedule. There was this awesome sticker on the side of the bass drum; it said “Don’t Look Back.” That’s just about become my motto, so I thought that was really cool. The only problem was that the strainer on the snare drum was broken, so I played the whole set with a snare drum with the snares disengaged; it’s okay, I’m a professional, but it was an interesting experience. Besides that minor problem I thought we all played awesome and the set was just great.

After the set was over I dashed out to my car and headed over to Church, where I had already dropped off my drums, for the gig with Bryan. This gig was also all different kinds of awesome. It was an “acoustic night,” so we played a little more mellow than we do sometimes, but the music was so good. Bryan has this new song, that he played with just he and Jessica (the fiddle player who’s been joining us), and I don’t even remember the name of it, but it is so powerful. Bryan’s music is good for my soul.

The day was marred by a couple people being kinda sorta stupid. First was this woman that insisted on calling me “he” even after being corrected several times. She finally got to the point where she was catching herself, but it was really obnoxious. This person did not know me before my transition; she has no experience with me as a “he.” I certainly am ~not~ a “he” by any stretch of the imagination; the only reason for her to do that was an almost malicious attack on my identity. As far as how it felt, it was annoying, but it’s been so long since anyone mistakenly referred to me as “he” that it felt more surreal than anything else.

The other rude moron was this guy that, when he saw pictures of me and Tim, said, “Wow, he’s even bigger than you.” Damn, that’s just insulting in so many ways. First, you’re saying that I’m ~so big~ that you’re amazed that anyone is bigger than me. Then you’re calling my boyfriend fat. He tried to salvage what he said but only dug himsef a deeper hole. This was more kind of just goofy annoying, as opposed to the “he” lady, which was more fucked-up.

Anyway, overall it was an amazing day; playing with both Hypaspace and Bryan was awesome, but now I am truly exhausted, so, time for bed.

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