This is long overdue, but with the Covid 19 lockdown where I live, I am now a full time parent and a full time employee, so free time has not been a thing.
This is first: I am no longer working with Pandemos. Several months ago, I turned the group over to a friend. There are any number of reasons behind this, primarily that, in January, various work commitments ramped up for me. Once I get the time and spoons, I need to look into how to turn over the website to someone else.
If I affiliate with a group in the future, it will be one that is democratically run. There will be no permanent head. There will be no extra authority granted to anyone on account of initiation into any tradition.
Right now, I’m just doing minor experimental crap with my friends online.
Everyone in my family is healthy. I strongly suspect that our household has already had our brush with Covid, that we had an extremely mild case, and are probably all immune.
Alexis is now a full blown toddler, saying words, walking, running, and smuggling the number 2 home from daycare in their clothes. Of course, that last one happened before Santa Clara County issued “shelter in place” orders, and daycare stopped being a thing. My only complaint is that I would rather not read the same 10 books in a continuous loop
It’s nice to have a big poly family to support me during this time.
I’m doing pretty OK with the lockdown. I have no free time. None. Zero. Nadda. The last week has felt like three months. I have a backyard and I put a tent in it. I call it my “therapy tent.” When my big poly family, or the 24 hour news cycle, gets to be too much, I go in there and pretend I am camping.
With all of the plague and death afoot, about which I can do very little, it’s possible that being utterly overwhelmed by work, parenting, and household demands is what is keeping me sane.
My pottery had to go on hiatus, and that saddens me immensely. My art is a very big part of my identity and my spirituality, and it hurts to be separate from my artistic community and my community studio. I miss my pottery friends more than words can possibly express.
PSA: Ma Gender
This has been true for years, but a reminder that I am agender, and my pronouns are they/them. This isn’t an update, exactly, but I find it absolutely hilarious that the people castigating me on the internoodle tend to get this right, referring to me as, “that person,” or “they,” while others who seem to hate me a great deal less get it wrong, referring to some binary gender.
I bring this up because of the baby updates. For some reason, having a child and talking about this tends to cause people to misgender me more aggressively than usual.
If my gender makes you angry, take that shit up with your therapist. I declare it a you problem.