It’s unfortunate
Comments (2) I’m heading to bed after a costume party* and there’s a much-too-fucking-loud-to-be-going-on-outside-my-room dance party happening. I’d be pro-dancing if A) it wasn’t 2AM, since I have to get up at 9:30, and B) if I didn’t feel uncomfortable dancing with strangers in my apartment.
It’s really unfortunate, because I think dancing could be good for me, but I still assume (probably unfairly) that my friends’ friends and friends’ friends’ friends look at me as “that trans chick,” and the idea of dancing with people I don’t know particularly well is creeping me out. Or not even dancing with them, but dancing in their immediate vicinity. Because dancing in my living room next to effective strangers feels way different than dancing in a club, surrounded by friends, next to total strangers.
*The theme was 7 Deadly Sins. I almost didn’t go, and just stayed in my room and sulked, but discussing said sulking with a friend online lead to me joking about going as Cranky, which let me to actually going as Wrath’s little sister, Cranky. Pictures are forthcoming.
Themocracy