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rivkaMan, I blink, and suddenly it's been a week since I posted to LJ. I'm sorry. I know that in my current state of craziness there are people who worry if I don't post.
The Wild Women gathered again this weekend. This time was mellower - we all met at one person's house in the DC suburbs, went out for Indian food and then ice cream, stayed overnight, and decamped before church the next day. We drank prosecco and beer and wine and ate hummus and pretzels and raw veggies and bagels and hazelnut chocolates. And we talked and talked and talked.
Colin came along, which just shows how awesome my friends are. I knew this group of women would never pressure me to leave an infant, but I did figure that I'd be missing out on gatherings until Colin was old enough to be left with Michael overnight. It turns out that I seem to have been the only one with that expectation. Colin flirted happily with the Wild Women, who passed him around and got drooled on and speculated about whether they were really 100% done having babies.
When I was younger, I was almost exclusively friends with men. (Or, if we go back as far as high school, boys.) I always seemed to fit in better among men, and their ways seemed easier to understand. Honestly, the performance of femininity kind of scared me - I knew I was lousy at it, and I expected other women to judge me and find me wanting. I gradually started to have more female friends when I became involved in fandom and usenet, and in recent years I've been fortunate enough to have lots of great women in my life. But I never imagined that I'd have a group of girlfriends like this. I would've predicted that I would feel awkward, say the wrong thing, not be understood, miss signals, be rejected. Instead, being with the Wild Women feels like coming home.
I am really lucky.
The Wild Women gathered again this weekend. This time was mellower - we all met at one person's house in the DC suburbs, went out for Indian food and then ice cream, stayed overnight, and decamped before church the next day. We drank prosecco and beer and wine and ate hummus and pretzels and raw veggies and bagels and hazelnut chocolates. And we talked and talked and talked.
Colin came along, which just shows how awesome my friends are. I knew this group of women would never pressure me to leave an infant, but I did figure that I'd be missing out on gatherings until Colin was old enough to be left with Michael overnight. It turns out that I seem to have been the only one with that expectation. Colin flirted happily with the Wild Women, who passed him around and got drooled on and speculated about whether they were really 100% done having babies.
When I was younger, I was almost exclusively friends with men. (Or, if we go back as far as high school, boys.) I always seemed to fit in better among men, and their ways seemed easier to understand. Honestly, the performance of femininity kind of scared me - I knew I was lousy at it, and I expected other women to judge me and find me wanting. I gradually started to have more female friends when I became involved in fandom and usenet, and in recent years I've been fortunate enough to have lots of great women in my life. But I never imagined that I'd have a group of girlfriends like this. I would've predicted that I would feel awkward, say the wrong thing, not be understood, miss signals, be rejected. Instead, being with the Wild Women feels like coming home.
I am really lucky.
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Date: 2009-06-16 07:49 am (UTC)I find it hard to relax and am afraid my straight-fowardness will put them off. Then, my nervousness DOES put them off.
So, thanks for posting what you did. Perhaps I too shall expand my circle of female friends.