Another year has passed, as The Wheel Of Time turns. In terms of the blog, it's been more like 18 months, and Many Important Things Have Happened.
1. The bf mentioned in the last entry is no longer. Not dead, mind; just no longer on the scene. Although he has had a couple of near misses in recent times - we are still in touch and friends - so perhaps the not dead is something of a pleasant surprise.
2. I did A Stint Abroad. Yes, seventeen days of Euro-rampage about a year ago, to attend a wedding and see some old mates in various locales in the process. I spent 4 days arse-naked in Barcelona, skinny-dipping on Marbella Beach, 3 days arse-naked in Rome at Capacotta (both well worth a visit, if clothing-optional beaches are your forte), 5 days at the Olympics in London, 2 days in Paris, and 3 days in Switzerland and Austria at the wedding and reception. I had a ball.
3. I got a PhD. At long fucking last.
Ordinarily, in my emo and largely un-misspent youth, I would write this entry manually, by hand, using an actual pen and actual paper, gently reminding myself of the goals set and un/achieved for the year, and setting others for the coming one. It was my birthday ritual; my equivalent of New Year's Resolutions. In the preceding two years - bearing in mind I haven't observed this ritual since my late twenties, the dim and distant past - I have managed to knock off two of the big ones, the Coming Out and the PhD. The only big one left which has been on there since the dark ages is the Getting In Shape part, and I will dedicate this year to nailing that.
Other things are currently somewhere between ebb and flow; this is to be expected, I suppose. The friends are all up in the air currently; we've had an awkward past 30 months, and things are never ever going to come right there. I don't really know how to proceed; I do know that the only way I'll get everyone I love into the same room is to either get married, or die. Neither of these options is imminent; at least, not now. It has put a damper on the upcoming planned birthday chef-fest -A- and I were planning, with half our guests boycotting because the other half are not. You heteros and your drama, yeesh!
Happy happies to me. I'll do better at this in future. No, seriously.