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Dec. 19th, 2024 08:20 pmI am back from Oregon City where I was briefly stranded in a McMenamins... I'll explain soon, I am trying to do my photography posts in order so my brain doesn't fall apart and I will get caught in those soon.
Anyway, I may have bought a ticket to the Broadway performance of the Stranger Things prequel story, which begs two questions. Okay, once you put aside 'did you think this through' and 'oh god you trusted the first google result to actually be the ticket seller, are you sure you bought a ticket?' there are two more questions:
One - What to wear? I recently bought this bolo tie because I decided that it's the most trans-masc possible thing to have that as an accessory. I would love to find a medium dark grey shirt, lightly textured, and slacks to make an outfit around it. (Similar to the shirt pictured, but textured instead of flat color) Or, hrmm...
Two - I haven't been back east since my parents died. If I am going to be in NYC, do I want to take the same commuter train my Dad took 5 days a week for decades to my hometown and walk around? One problem with this is that I no longer have a residency card so I can't get anywhere. The house was cleaned out before I even had a chance to think about going out and I don't want to go stare at a house owned by strangers. I am not going to attempt to approach any of my old schools (I'm from Connecticut, near a certain town, the schools have security now even though it's not strange adults who...) I could probably go to the family church, where my Dad's service that I wasn't invited to was held? I could get a water taxi and look at the places I can't go?
Yeah, there's reasons I haven't tried to go back at all. I can't go to the parks, the golf course, tennis courts, playgrounds, beaches, islands, etc. I could buy a bagel and legally go into the liquor store I cut through trying to ditch cops who didn't believe I lived in that town and wanted to bring me back where I came from. (I dressed like a boy but had long hair, boy + long hair = trailer trash and they wanted to put the trash where it belonged. I could not possibly be from these nice suburbs.)
Yeah, I guess not. I've posted about this before. I can't figure out anything to do there that isn't just... dramatically emo because I can't fucking go anywhere.
Anyway, I may have bought a ticket to the Broadway performance of the Stranger Things prequel story, which begs two questions. Okay, once you put aside 'did you think this through' and 'oh god you trusted the first google result to actually be the ticket seller, are you sure you bought a ticket?' there are two more questions:
One - What to wear? I recently bought this bolo tie because I decided that it's the most trans-masc possible thing to have that as an accessory. I would love to find a medium dark grey shirt, lightly textured, and slacks to make an outfit around it. (Similar to the shirt pictured, but textured instead of flat color) Or, hrmm...
Two - I haven't been back east since my parents died. If I am going to be in NYC, do I want to take the same commuter train my Dad took 5 days a week for decades to my hometown and walk around? One problem with this is that I no longer have a residency card so I can't get anywhere. The house was cleaned out before I even had a chance to think about going out and I don't want to go stare at a house owned by strangers. I am not going to attempt to approach any of my old schools (I'm from Connecticut, near a certain town, the schools have security now even though it's not strange adults who...) I could probably go to the family church, where my Dad's service that I wasn't invited to was held? I could get a water taxi and look at the places I can't go?
Yeah, there's reasons I haven't tried to go back at all. I can't go to the parks, the golf course, tennis courts, playgrounds, beaches, islands, etc. I could buy a bagel and legally go into the liquor store I cut through trying to ditch cops who didn't believe I lived in that town and wanted to bring me back where I came from. (I dressed like a boy but had long hair, boy + long hair = trailer trash and they wanted to put the trash where it belonged. I could not possibly be from these nice suburbs.)
Yeah, I guess not. I've posted about this before. I can't figure out anything to do there that isn't just... dramatically emo because I can't fucking go anywhere.
