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Hey Postqueer, I wrote this for my mental health journal to explain how I'm feeling after the election. Hope it's insightful for readers here.
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One woman, writing about her feelings after the election, said that she felt like she'd had her purse stollen, and kept remembering things she’d lost. She knew her credit cards were gone, and her drivers licence, but Oh! those photos she’d just had developed, and Oh! the spare set of keys hidden in the side zip-up compartment. I’ve been doing my best to steer clear of the election post-mortum blogs (on the “Internets"), but what little I read since the die was cast left me with a similar feeling.
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Hey Y'all. I haven't posted since last year. It's nice to be back. I wrote this in response to some postings by Queertoast who goes to school at Oberlin College where I grew up. This is a bit of nostalgia on my part triggerd by his writing. Aparently he used to be chair of the LGBT-PDQ Union or whatever they call it now. It used to be the Gay Union. (Inclusion is a beautiful thing except linguistically.)

I'm sad, sick, and bored tonight, and looking for some perking up. Decided to force myself to read LJ, which I generally don't have the patience to do. I was hit by a blast of pleasant nostalgia hearing Queertoast talk about his life and gripes with Oberlin. I'm a former Oberlin Townie and Faculty (nay Administration) Brat. I was there from 1972 to 1987 or so. Been back once or twice. Dream about it alot. Miss the egg chairs at Mudd Library. Remember when Mudd was being built. Got my first start on the Internet in the Irvin E. Houck computing center. Faculty had "F" accounts, Students had "S" accounts, and a few of us facbrats had "Z" accounts on the vast an aincent Xerox/Honeywell Sigma 9 computer which took up a room the size of the bridge on the Enterprise D. Our accounts we cherished with all our hearts. They allowed us to play the original colosal cave adventure game on aincent Anderson Jacobson AJ860 terminals which spewed reams of fanfold computer paper for each command. I typed letters to friends on the old card punch machine. It took a stack of cards to make a letter which had to be red one line per card. We had LiveJournal style communities back then too. We would whittle our afternoons away madly e-mailing each other with gossip, fantasies, flames, and profundities.

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I was lying on the futon couch in Anibals livingroom, waking up slowly to my hangover after a late night bar crawling. I heard a unususal sucking sound from his room, so I knocked on the door to see what it was. After recieving no reply, I opened the door to behold Anibal being unseamed at the abdomen by a glistening brown tentacled creature that had aparently been living unbeknownst to me in Ani's body. The creature pulled itself outside of Ani's still hot insides, leaving Ani's soft amber skin lying on the wet bed like a used condom. I was surprised that there was so little blood, just a wet mucous covering the bed and now drying and flaking. It seemed to late for Anibal, I couldn't imagine him surviving the experience. I decided I had better monitor the creature, perhaps it's continued existence represented some hope for my friend.

I was relieved that the beast took little interest in me. It quivered on the bed for 20 minutes or so gathering strength before striking out across the hardwood. It quickly had a runin with some dust bunnies which seemed to irritate it's newly exposed skin. After picking the lint off itself, the thing moved differently, higher in the air so as to avoid anymore problems. It moved like a inchworm by reaching and contacting. It turned into the livingroom and toward the light on the porch. After making a mess on the sliding glass door, it figured out how to slide it open. It moved into the open air on the porch and inspected the potted plants, sampling a few leaves which it spat out, and trying a few escargot snails which it seemed to like. It attempted to climb over the railing but was either afraid of heights, or of the plants in the garden below. I suspect it was afraid of the plants, because it could have easily tentacled it's way down the side of the building.

It came back inside and explored the kitchen, looking worse than any bad dog on the counter as it pored through the cabinetry and refridgerator. I felt a twinge of hunger myself as it pawed through my yogurt. After eating it fell into repose in the sink with the water runing. I was forced to intervene to prevent the sink from overflowing. It was disturbed by my movement, and attempted to go out the back door but was intimidated by the egun, who aparently had experience with such creatures. It tryed the front door, but was cowed by esu and the Pomba Gira. It settled on the throw rug in the bathroom and fell asleep.

I decided I'd better find another place to live and gathered up my stuff. It's strange how you can be friends with someone for years and never know what's really inside them. I have hope that this will turn out to be just another life transition for Ani, and that he will come back to a place where we can be friends again.