Moon Memo: 45
Good morning from the Foster Powell Triangle, on the day after my birthday. It was a good day: social media bursts of kindness. A weird phone call with mom. Shane having all his puppets sing happy birthday to me. A surprise notice that I have officially paid off my car. Another that I have another poem published. Good, basic, lovely things. Jade and I ate dinner and watched youtube videos and I felt lovely. Tonight is the real party: cramming WAY too many people into our living room to watch a movie (possibly Shortbus, or something else really gay).
2 presents to myself this year: A leather jacket and a harness. The leather jacket is beautiful, but a size too small, so I'm going to be doing a return for it. The harness is sexy as hell, tight but not too tight, frames my boobs beautifully. It makes me feel really good about myself. This is the year of Misha in Leather.
I'm worried that I'm appropriating Leather Dyke. I'm not as hardcore as other kinky people. I'm trans vanilla, which means WAY more kinky than a bunch of my cisgender straight friends, but also WAY less kinky than my lovers and friends. But overall I'm excited to just lean into it. I've wanted a leather jacket since I was like 5 years old, and I finally will have one.
I'm excited to get my friend group into one room together. A pile of lovely people that I adore with all my heart. I wish I could get everyone in there, but it's a good cross section. I hope they like each other.
Tomorrow, shenanigans at Hawks PDX. In less than 2 weeks, shenanigans in Vancouver. I'm very excited for this trip. I need to get out a bit.
I think that's all I want to share. Thank you for reading this.
Love you to bits.
Misha Lynn Moon