Amber is the Color of Your Energy

I don't know if it's LJ or my computer that's doing this whole "Comment Not Posted! Page Could Not Be Displayed! U MAD?" thing. I suspect it's compy.

Year and a half on T and my voice has finally cut on the male edge. I admit that at the moment, I'm not above exploiting my status of one foot on each side. Not in a way that would hurt or deprive anyone of anything, but in little ways, such as not correcting people who are likely only being nice to what appears to be an adorable college freshman girl or pulling out the baritone when unwanted (always male) attention of the flirty sort (regardless of sex or gender, if it's attention of that sort, it's never welcome) jumps in. Mostly, I think this is the "wadda ya suppose that is?" stage, and I don't mind.

Any of you New Yorkers feel like going out somewhere? I don't care where we go, but there's so much of the city that I'm not seeing. Museums, planetarium, who knows what else? Trapeze school! Did you know we have one?

I also need to find a fairly bohemian place to peddle my dream interp, 'cause Washington Square Park doesn't seem to do it. One more try (with the rainbow umbrella this time) then we shall we try the F Train Stop on a Friday. Columbus Circle? Union Square Park? Absolutely.

( The Love Affair of the red hair continues )