May 17th, 2012

Ani D || Grinning.

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The oddest little thing can make me miss--or, really, appreciate--college/university. Today it was a quote from a professor that I jotted down:

"Female condoms--do you know people who actually use them? I've never seen action. [...] I was going to say, 'I've never seen one in the flesh!' I wasn't really going to win there, was I?"

Mammalian reproduction, the human sexuality section. He had a tray of birth control stuff. He was also the professor who, after I'd got my dissertation marks back, kept corrupting me with wine. ("Corrupting" meaning "kindly convincing me to drink more and then purchasing it for me".) He and L, who I would say was corrupting herself just as much, for at the end of the evening it was she who was spilling wine on her leg and not me. I do certainly miss them, at least! P and L and B, who always checked in on my pain level during standing lectures and who was sweet enough to say "Well of course, she's exhausted and sick and in pain!" when I fell asleep in lecture and had to go home. Good, human professors make the world go round. They can also be incredibly hilarious--as all people are--when they occasionally slip over their own tongues! :P

I am currently cleaning and packing for Ferry Beach. It's an annual retreat for my Unitarian Universalist (Wikipedia is useful) congregation. Growing up, I went 16 years in a row; I haven't been able to go for the last three due to the whole 'college' thing. I'm incredibly excited to go again this year. I get to pass on the Senior High traditions to the youth--heading up to the jetty for a picnic and tomfoolery--and I also get to snuggle with my friend Arah, who is a year younger than I am and was often up at Ferry Beach with me. She's going to be the only one there who was with me back in my own Youth Group days, back when she and I read through the Monty Python and the Holy Grail script together all snuggled up in our two-sofas-together bed. :B

I'm getting picked up tomorrow morning at 10.30 (gasp hiss sunliiiight) by some of "the gays" of the congregation (affectionate term used by us). I'm so pleased they've invited me along, since they go up early and stop for "gay lunch" on the way. Recently they invited me along for one of their gay lunches and I was shocked, because I'm a twenty-something with no partner and in what way could I possibly be of interest to them as cooler, older, partnered-and-petted (as in, dogs-and-cats) gays? But they assured me that I was absolutely on their invite list and perfectly interesting to them, so yay, I'm in with the intergenerational gay group! :D It makes me so, so happy. It's easy to feel a bit odd-duck-out within a church group since usually the people my age don't exist, not until they're coming back to give their children a "religious home"--I think that's true for just about any religion. So since there's no Young Adult Group (18-35), of course my next choice would be to join in with the gays! They're hilarious! I'm the only single member, which doesn't bother me one bit; I'm used to being the youngest in most groups still.

I have come to the conclusion that it is wonderful to be liked. In fact, it makes me feel pretty and witty and gay.