...and I know where the birdies is

Wow, weather really is something that influences my moods. I got out on the bike today and pootled gently up to Fitzroy. There was a meeting of a small local queer group (Butch Femme Trans) and I thought it worthwhile to at least drop in and see what it was like. I got up to Brunswick St somewhat early (the gathering was in the Hares and Hyenas queer book shop on Johnston St at 3pm) and treated myself to a late brunch of Eggs Florentine and a pot of Earl Grey, sat outside enjoying the glorious weather. A bit of a wander and poke into a few shops reinforced the happy sunny weather feeling and killed the requisite amount of time so I ambled up to Johnston St.

There were some thoroughly nice people there. I think I'll be going to a few more of those gatherings...they include enough fringe groups of the queer scene that they seem to have dodged some of the queer orthodoxy that apparently is an issue with some other groups. I get the impression that butch dykes and transdykes can get a frosty reception in some places.
( Cut for musings on sexuality and body parts )