LIVE *Frump*

It is not lack of reading, again, that I am experiencing; it's just that, at this part of the semester, doing so much regular prep and reading and organizing, and doing a zillion unpaid jobs and committees, and because of maintaining a steady hard pace since August, I am just not able to think in the kinds of ways I like most. But: I HAVE READ everything that you've both written lately. 

For lack of something more current, I'll share this. I texted another friend, a few weeks or months back, from the YMCA locker room. This friend is a novelist and shares something with the three of us and our way of knowing about getting dressed and being/toe-ing the line of FEMME.

I intended to work up this report into something that would dovetail with Kat's sharing of the article on "Frump," but I ran out of time. Maybe more thinking on that later.

I must report On my way into the Y locker room there was a girl (young lady/ femme seeming person maybe between 25 and 30) having a fight phone conversation and at first I was like omg this is incredibly self centered to be plopped down on the bench loudly talking and still of course I wanted to hear it and even thought about texting you to tell you and knew that would be an excuse to listen longer but anyway instead I just stretched out my taking off of clothes (swimsuit already on) and then realized that based on the lady girl person's reports this Honore-person was kind of an a hole and then I swam. After swimming I shower. The other day, for maybe nostalgic reasons, I bought a bottle of dr bonners peppermint soap. All purpose. For reasons unknown I washed my anus first instead of my vagina and then I had intense peppermint burn lol. It passed and I used ymca soap in the more sensitive area. So I came out of the shower thinking I wanted to tell you the phone lady and peppermint burn. For fun. The lady was still on the phone!!!!!! At my locker, I dressed and deduced that she was now on with a therapist or otherwise support person. Then she hung up. On my way out I saw her telling this other lady (whom I had friendly chatted with Tuesday): I made no plan for the day. This is it.

Okay, so THEN: I was driving away from the pool, and I saw the phone lady (btw: the reason I planned to BROOCH this info was because the phone lady was 100% pure uncut FRUMP) crossing the street holding a baby (seemed like hers, seemed not like a nanny situation; she was frazzled and totally--I'm sympathetic--baby-ed out/a little crazy-eyed) . . . so anyway, I thought the whole scene was such an amazing enactment of Frump. And my god this Honore of whom she spoke sounded like a real piece of work.