The Tri-Force of Sheer Perfection

Right, so -- I am lacking in the Tunes for Tuesdays department. *Dodges the spoiled tomatoes raining down from the Blogiverse* I know -- for shame and other such curses. However, instead of meandering down that path, I thought I'd take a different course this evening.

I want to use this space to sing the praises of those two special ladies who have kept me sane, grounded, and even optimistic over the past year. 

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October has been quite the month for our trio. In the stark, quiet hours after Nuit Blanche, I came out to My Advocate. And, as of Friday, October 23, I came out to Ship Sharp. As a result, our tri-force of sheer perfection has become even MORE perfect. I know, I was shocked that there was anything beyond perfection, but apparently there is -- and it's filled with apple tarts, beer, and Return to Oz, too.

For starters -- I love how fantastic this coming out process has been. Now, I knew the ladies would be fine with everything and that there would be no awkward gaps and the like. We went to an arts school, we know a plethora of other queers, it's all good. Still, working up the confidence to state the obvious and trying to work that into a regular conversation can be tricky. It always feels like you have to hit the invisible RE-SET button in the conversation when you finally come out. It's strange, even while it's necessary.

I think Ship Sharp takes the prize for greatest reaction, though -- once an hour passed after telling her, she said, "Sorry, was that a good reaction? I mean, it's such a non-issue for me, but I know it takes so much courage on your part to come out. But, honestly, after you said that, all I could think was, "Oh, I wonder if I could hook her up with my friend -- she's single, too!" 

Serious, I have the greatest friends ever. I'm out for ten seconds and I've already got ladies working overtime as matchmakers. Why on Earth did it take me this long to talk to them? I am a crazy one, I can tell you that. Their new enthusiasm for my queerness and their desire to help a gay gal out knows no bounds and I am THRILLED to count them as my nearest and dearest.

Friday evening was an excellent one -- we sat around and talked about the fickle world of love, dating, and sex. I've never been that blunt before and it felt so reassuring and calming. I know I've said this numerous times before, but I still get such a high when I realise I can talk to the both of them about all these queer experiences with a rich sense of self-confidence and assurance. Cheers to trust!

I was invited over for another Ladies Night on Tuesday, though the mood was darker and more subdued-- The Advocate and Ship Sharp have run into a number of hitches with the gents in their lives. I only hope that I can offer them even half the support they've shown me in such a short period of time. 

I believe there are plans in the works to hit up some of the bars/pubs/clubs in the Toronto area, both hetero and homo alike. I mean, heck -- we're the perfect wingwomen for one another. The Advocate and Ship Sharp won't feel nervous around the ladies, and I have no fears chatting to the lads -- what a brilliant melding of worlds. 

Brings a whole new meaning to the Gay-Straight Alliance.

So there -- tonight is one to celebrate those closest to you, all the queer kids and the straight allies alike. We're a clever bunch and we're here to support one another through all means possible.

And yes, endless rounds of beer and pool constitute moral support.