As I start this entry, I can finally that there is a light at the tunnel for us transgender folk. Our 45th president has been declared to have lost the presidential election, and our national nightmare is almost over. This doesn't mean that we've won the war against regressive elements in society. Instead, we now have denied the worst elements of our society a key friendship with someone with access to the levers of power. But this entry is not about the trouble caused by our 45th president. Instead, today's discussion is about a more mundane subject - a date with FH that had us going to Beacon, NY with a return trip to Forest Hills to assemble a chair.
Last week, FH asked me to order a chair from Staples, as she couldn't receive a delivery during the day. As much as I was a bit reticent about doing this, I agreed to do so. However, it took me until late Wednesday night to place the order for the chair, and it came on Friday morning before I went for a 4 mile walk along the Croton Aqueduct Trail with my friend DS. Once home, I realized that I had to clean up much of the disaster my apartment had turned into over the past few months, so that I wouldn't be excessively embarrassed if FH came inside for a minute.
The next day was our date. I did some last minute cleanup, and then drove down to Yonkers to meet FH. She hadn't been to Yonkers in years, and was surprised that the old Nathan's Famous was no longer there. In its place is now a much more modest venue, with other stores occupying the land the original building once used. After taking care of some business, it was off to Cold Spring to do some walking around and then grabbing a bite to eat.
It took us an hour to reach Cold Spring, but there was nowhere to park. The municipal lot was full, and the town was full of people walking around, enjoying a warm November day. After a few rounds through town, we were unable to find a place to park. So it was off to Beacon for lunch and some exploration.
There is a Thai restaurant near the dummy light in Beacon that is pretty good. So we found a nearby parking space and ambled over to it. While walking there, a group of cars passed by, people honking their horns in a celebratory manner. Joe Biden had just been declared the winner of this year's presidential election by several networks (finally!), and people celebrated as if a house had fallen on an ugly Wiccan practitioner from the West, with an opportunity for someone to acquire a gently used pair of red shoes. Once done with lunch, we explored Beacon a little before starting the long drive home.
On the way home, we decided to pass through Cold Spring again, and again, no parking was to be found in town. We were now off to Forest Hills, and to assemble the chair that was loaded in my car. When we finally reached FH's apartment building, we were extremely lucky - there was a parking spot open directly in front of the entrance to her building. We unloaded the box containing the chair, and brought it up to her apartment. A few minutes inside the apartment, we started to open the box and put the chair together. As expected, we encountered a few glitches before getting the chair assembled. But all went relatively smoothly, and we were able to watch our future president's "victory speech" while we have each other massages.
Although I am not sure of where things will go, if they will go, etc., FH is a nice woman to be with. However, I also have to see where FL wants to go, as I am still not sure of which of these two women I want to be with.
PS: FL and I had a discussion shortly after I wrote this entry. My dual-gendered nature is something more than she can handle. So we've agreed to remain good friends.
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