Before my transition, it would have led to mixed dancing

I am not sorry that I attended either the rally for trans rights this afternoon at City Hall Plaza or the vigil for the eleven dead of Tree of Life at the Boston Public Garden immediately afterward, but I am exhausted. I went with gaudior and their activist toddler. We acquired skygiants and a not-on-Dreamwidth friend of mine at the rally and then ran into awhyzip at the vigil. I missed another friend-not-on-DW in the vigil crowd. I didn't realize it was a thousand people. I was in the middle of the crowd and could not see its edges; I estimated about five hundred. I have never before said Kaddish in a crowd of a thousand. I don't know how to talk about that. I should not need to spend so much of my weekend asserting the right to life of the various communities to which I and so many of the people I love belong. We are not going anywhere, but must we have occasion to say it so often? Couldn't one of these years we just take it as read?

P.S. Last night's Halloween party went very well, was full of small children and pizza and pumpkins and hot cider, I have a hunter-green silk shirt with ridiculous sleeves, spatch wore a superb bad tie. My mother was pleased with her fiftieth anniversary pumpkin-carving. I just want to spend tomorrow asleep and maybe the world could put going to hell on hold for twenty-four hours.