Amazed

So, it may be the alco­hol talk­ing, but I am sit­ting here with tears in my eyes, having seen the beau­ti­ful thing that Cered­wyn made for us and seeing all of the amaz­ing things every­one is doing and read­ing some of the heart­en­ing responses from people I don’t know on the journ­als of friends of friends of mine.

At dinner tonight, at Chocol­ate Buddha, I men­tioned the picnic to the waiter and he said he’d already had a text mes­sage about it. I checked he really meant ours, and not tomor­row’s. Yep, he did. WIsh I’d had flyers on me…

Thanks to agwat who funded most of this even­ing’s much-needed extra­vag­ances and who per­suaded me to go to Q&A rather than a movie. Dan­cing *good*. Dan­cing like a mad thing to Every You, Every Me and Are You Gonna Be My Girl? even better.

Still can’t rest on our laurels: we need to get out there and do pos­ter­ing and hand out flyers and send e‑mails and text mes­sages. Want to help but don’t know what you’re doing? All these resources are avail­able in the love_diversity com­munity or one our gor­geous new web site.