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The following is an edited excerpt of an email I sent to my sib. I feel like it makes a lot of points so I'm reposting it here.
One excerpted passage had a line I can't resist citing here out of context: I swear to god it's like living with that detective Monk, only an angry homosexual S&M leather bottom version thereof.
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Sib: "You know what? Even though you are chronic, I think that you ARE better because you can control things compared to how it used to be... Your disease is no different than a physical illness."
I know, but I always held on to the hope that the CAUSE would fade. I hate taking meds with no forseeable end in sight. I hate being nonfunctional, it's boring. I'm not direly depressed, but that did take some time to accept so I was kind of down.
"What's this about moving back? What's the story? I like road trips, so I'd be in for it."
Well, I always said I didn't know when I was coming back. I would just know when the time was right. When winter has finished in New England the time may be right. I've considered Vancouver mostly because I can't stand to be a US citizen anymore, it's a fucking travesty, but prolly I should go back to New England for a while. Some of my friends there are planning to Move to Vancouve as well, so we can spend some time planning and living in Cambridge and if we get the schools and work and info worked out then we can go to Vancouver for good.
I don't miss the seasons although I do miss the actual land itself: swamps are miserable, moist, bug-filled holes, but hey: that's where we grew up, so I kind of have this special place for them in my heart. I knew the car culture would make me crazy with rage out here but I underestimated the insanity of this problem and the fact that I would suffer so much from IvoryToweritis. I might not be the smartest person in SoMex but I sure as hell am the only intellectually-minded person in 2200 miles. Christ, I like to be laid back but all these people do is take meth and drink. There's a great local music scene here, maybe the best in the nation to be honest, but I can't deal with people so I just listen to the pirate radio... which I get over the internet.
And frankly, I haven't made friends. I can't seem to meet anyone interesting, either sexually or not. [my roomie] is wonderful, but he has a GED and severe dyslexia and a strong aversion to pretty much everything I like intellectually. We don't have a lot in common to talk about as roommates except he likes to watch Star Trek, a surprise to me since he hates sci fi. [Another friend] is also wonderful but he's soooo Dad crossed with Grandpa J.
I have no female friends at all except for the extremely attractive married woman who lives next door with her super-cool record-spinning husband. [A old female friend of mine] is here but I've seen her twice despite the fact we live on the same street: she is one of those kinetically bizzy people who is also in graduate school.
In short, I have done enough healing in the sun. I'd like to get back to a more pleasantly populated place now that I can talk to people and want to go out and socialise some. I'd like to get back to a place where I can shop not in giganteous monster malls.
Finally, I still hate Mexican food and the ghetto people are so not for me. You know I've been stoned twice here by mojados who took me for a Muslim woman, right? Yeah. Seriously fucking amusing in hindsight, especially given that it was probably illegals who were assaulting me for being 'unamerican' when really I'm a Buddhist transsexual, but the fact that I now have to carry a weapon when walking alone bothers me. (Gee, I wonder why?)
So I'll prolly come back once the ice melts to stinky Cambridge; I don't know where I can afford to live yet but I'm sure I will have to figure out a way to get a self-propelled vehicle of some sort and live outside the city. (Got an extra motorcycle? Heh heh.) Time to take the next step in evolution: break out of the chrysalis, take some grad school classes in Cambridge, and find a woman. I'm gonna be 30 in no time flat and I'd REALLY like to be somewhere by then. I'd like most to have the surgery but the chance of me getting help from anyone to do that is slim to none. insh'all�hah!
yr sister the herm-it
(get it? ha ha ha!)
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I am currently listening to: Chopin, "Minute Waltz" (IT Classic) - I adore the any-platform JAVA program iRATE
I am currently reading:
One excerpted passage had a line I can't resist citing here out of context: I swear to god it's like living with that detective Monk, only an angry homosexual S&M leather bottom version thereof.
*****************
Sib: "You know what? Even though you are chronic, I think that you ARE better because you can control things compared to how it used to be... Your disease is no different than a physical illness."
I know, but I always held on to the hope that the CAUSE would fade. I hate taking meds with no forseeable end in sight. I hate being nonfunctional, it's boring. I'm not direly depressed, but that did take some time to accept so I was kind of down.
"What's this about moving back? What's the story? I like road trips, so I'd be in for it."
Well, I always said I didn't know when I was coming back. I would just know when the time was right. When winter has finished in New England the time may be right. I've considered Vancouver mostly because I can't stand to be a US citizen anymore, it's a fucking travesty, but prolly I should go back to New England for a while. Some of my friends there are planning to Move to Vancouve as well, so we can spend some time planning and living in Cambridge and if we get the schools and work and info worked out then we can go to Vancouver for good.
I don't miss the seasons although I do miss the actual land itself: swamps are miserable, moist, bug-filled holes, but hey: that's where we grew up, so I kind of have this special place for them in my heart. I knew the car culture would make me crazy with rage out here but I underestimated the insanity of this problem and the fact that I would suffer so much from IvoryToweritis. I might not be the smartest person in SoMex but I sure as hell am the only intellectually-minded person in 2200 miles. Christ, I like to be laid back but all these people do is take meth and drink. There's a great local music scene here, maybe the best in the nation to be honest, but I can't deal with people so I just listen to the pirate radio... which I get over the internet.
And frankly, I haven't made friends. I can't seem to meet anyone interesting, either sexually or not. [my roomie] is wonderful, but he has a GED and severe dyslexia and a strong aversion to pretty much everything I like intellectually. We don't have a lot in common to talk about as roommates except he likes to watch Star Trek, a surprise to me since he hates sci fi. [Another friend] is also wonderful but he's soooo Dad crossed with Grandpa J.
I have no female friends at all except for the extremely attractive married woman who lives next door with her super-cool record-spinning husband. [A old female friend of mine] is here but I've seen her twice despite the fact we live on the same street: she is one of those kinetically bizzy people who is also in graduate school.
In short, I have done enough healing in the sun. I'd like to get back to a more pleasantly populated place now that I can talk to people and want to go out and socialise some. I'd like to get back to a place where I can shop not in giganteous monster malls.
Finally, I still hate Mexican food and the ghetto people are so not for me. You know I've been stoned twice here by mojados who took me for a Muslim woman, right? Yeah. Seriously fucking amusing in hindsight, especially given that it was probably illegals who were assaulting me for being 'unamerican' when really I'm a Buddhist transsexual, but the fact that I now have to carry a weapon when walking alone bothers me. (Gee, I wonder why?)
So I'll prolly come back once the ice melts to stinky Cambridge; I don't know where I can afford to live yet but I'm sure I will have to figure out a way to get a self-propelled vehicle of some sort and live outside the city. (Got an extra motorcycle? Heh heh.) Time to take the next step in evolution: break out of the chrysalis, take some grad school classes in Cambridge, and find a woman. I'm gonna be 30 in no time flat and I'd REALLY like to be somewhere by then. I'd like most to have the surgery but the chance of me getting help from anyone to do that is slim to none. insh'all�hah!
yr sister the herm-it
(get it? ha ha ha!)
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I am currently listening to: Chopin, "Minute Waltz" (IT Classic) - I adore the any-platform JAVA program iRATE
I am currently reading:
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