I can usually gauge my general mood by whether reading about happy polycules and psychedelic frolicks in Seattle makes me curl up in a little ball of self-hate and makes me feel like an exile... or makes me feel like a proud auntie for showing the next gen the way.
It's definitely the second one today, and it has been more and more lately, so... I dunno, maybe this is that "aging gracefully" I've heard so much about. And I get the rare and incomparable privileges of:
(a) near-zero personal drama
(b) magical lizard lady petting
(c) hard-won emotional stability under all the well-earned scarring
(d) that noise magical lizard ladies make when you pet them
(e) the trove of art treasurs that certain species of dragon spoor out when they're well enough petted
(f) my beautiful tribe of imaginary enby space heroes.
God, watching how things are in Ohio for some people... how people live in the parts of the country that just plain got left the fuck behind, and how screwed my old acquaintances who walked the straight-and-narrow got... made me realize how good I have it.
I'm grateful. And I'm delighted someone's carrying on the torch, because honestly, I was getting too old for that shit anyhow. =^__^=
re: mood, age, friendly subtoot i guess, mh (++??)
@zebratron2084 *pre-emptively freezes to death in the rain*