So throw me a rope to hold me in place / Show me a clock for counting my days down

[lishesquex]

You know, I think it's possible to get used to anything. 

I got used to the last couple of weeks.  Almost every day was a fourteen hour work day, but when all the stress reaches a boiling point, you just put one foot after another.  Focus on getting through to the next day, and you'll find that you forget about all the other things.  It's like suspended animation; it's like moving through water, inch by inch, holding your breath.  You learn to breathe underwater.

I met up with Lucia and Akemi today, and we marched in the rally for same-sex marriage rights from the State Library to the steps of Parliament House.  It was the first rally I've marched in.  I got a big red flag and waved it around like I was at a Eurovision concert.  (Well, no.  I probably would've waved it more vigorously if I were at a Eurovision concert.)  It was a liberating feeling, marching down Swanston Street, arms linked, wearing my 'Have A Gay Day' t-shirt, staring at the cameras and spectators unflinchingly in the eye - such a change from my usual repressed and closeted life in suburbia.  I don't care that the event was organised by Socialist Alternative, and I don't care that it probably won't change a thing.  It was special for me, and I'm really glad I went.

After I came home, I called Jackie for over an hour, and she linked me to Stuff Queer People Like, which is so hilariously true.  I can't tell you how many fashion mullets I saw at the rally today.  I think they should add "#8 Not Wearing Heels Unless In Drag" to the list though.  There were very, very few high heels of any sort, and I didn't see a single pair of stilettos amongst the many hundreds of queers at the rally today - not even the drag queen in a bridal gown (she was wearing platforms).  Queers love sensible footwear - it's true.

I'm craving human contact today for some reason.  I guess a week of barely any social interaction outside of work finally caught up with me.  I feel like an island.  The other day, I read an article about a guy who was paralysed in an accident, and everyone thought he was in a coma for 29 years, but he was actually conscious the whole time.  And so for 29 years, he lay there being unable to communicate with anyone.  I think I'd go crazy.  But then again, it's possible to get used to anything.