So, I'm sure to be disgusted with most responses to this question, but here goes: In how many places, do You think, at a party full of upper class, high status, mover-and-shaker politically-active guests, would it be typically to hear a sentiment expressed thus: "You look so womanly the gays would never forgive us! Ha ha ha ha!"

My golf "pro" confirmed today an instinct that I have had in the past several years in Poland. The women are fluid, relaxed, and learn fast; the men are uptight, power-focused and rigid.

I woke up this morning feeling not quite altogether what I would call good, due to what some might consider excessive drinking yesterday.* I stumbled around my small room for a while trying to orient myself and started dreading getting dressed and prepared to exit my room to find some anti-hangover type mechanism such as breakfast outside. "Get dressed, eat, come back? Or wait till the walls start spinning less? But how will the walls steady if I don't eat? With force of ha ha ha will? What if breakfast ends at 10am and I've missed it? Why can't I just stay here for another long while and then find food? Why did I drink so much? Since I'm having trouble focusing on anything at all before I eat, how will I get dressed? Why doesn't this room have coffee at least?"

In the midst of this muddled-thought jamboree my eyes fell upon a plate of fruit and desserts I had apparently brought with me when I returned to my room last night. It was then that I realized, and said to myself, aloud, "I'm a genius."

* I wonder if I drank more or less than the married dude who kept propositioning me. Jesus, people. We're at a wedding.

I was thinking recently about how people who don't take care of their bodies seem to lose the capacity to imagine that the functioning of their bodies can be a source of pleasure. I'm not sure about this theory, because certainly people derive loads of pleasure from eating. Ha. But anyway I think it makes them reluctant to use touch as a method of communication. Blah blah blah.

I spent a wonderful few days in NYC last weekend at L&J's wedding. It was truly a warm happy and stressfree occasion. One of the wonderful aspects about it was the emphasis L&J placed on the idea of marriage equality. The first thing the celebrant said was that while NY state allows L&J to be married, it prohibits it for plenty of our friends, and that we hope that will soon change. In lieu of favours, donations were made to a non-profit working for LGBT rights. There were gay couples dancing and, as the night wore on, PDA'ing on the dancefloor*.

Imagine, then, my dismay, upon my return to Warsaw, when I noted a friend of mine, in circumstances I won't detail, creating most unnatural constructions to avoid indicating to others that his life partner is a man. Goddamn.

* I fear this was due to a precedent I myself took part in setting, so, You know. Don't hate.