This week wasn't great. I've got a couple things I blame it on, exercise and diet related, mostly. Little bit of bonus stress thrown in this morning because I slept in because I didn't want to deal with today, so I had less time to deal with the things I needed to deal with.
Anyway, I wanted to write a little about the transguys group I went to on wednesday. There were a dozen guys there across a pretty broad spectrum of 'what it means to be trans.' Most looked somewhere in my age range, though we're notorious for not looking our actual age. I wasn't the only one there for the first time, either, so I didn't feel like I was the only one being quiet and awkward.
I find myself looking forward to this coming wednesday. I'm trying to give myself a reason for wanting to go- everything has a reason, right?
It was nice meeting new people. I could see a variety of worldviews represented within the group but everyone there had this one thing in common that seems to allow for plenty to discuss. A desire to know more about my peers, perhaps. Seeking out people I can relate to.
Which seems odd. I am capable of relating fine to cisgendered folks- though perhaps there is some appeal to a group of people I know I have something in common with just sitting around waiting for me to meet them. Or something like that.
On the other hand, why am I surprised to find myself reaching out and wanting to meet new people? It seems downright normal to look for ways to meet new people, perhaps I've just been self-cloistered all my life. That isn't surprising, given the circumstances.