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elisabethdelsol.bsky.social
Following the crowd. Writing, CrossFit, climbing, exploring the Sapphic community. Author of _Before the Flood_ (Pegasus/Simon & Schuster)
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So where are we as a nation in the Harry Potter series? Somewhere at the beginning of Book 6?

Also, I need to have a woman kiss me. Not even a big kiss. Just a friendly little smooch.

Also, I bring you, courtesy of my father, dead these last 24 years, the “D.M. Rosenberg Bigotry Test”: Q: “Am I being a bigot?” A: “Substitute the word ‘Jew’ [or some other minority of which you are a member]. See how it sounds.”

Last night we went to a gallery opening populated by folx who lived the wonder of expansive gender. I wonder how many bigots would have fled screaming.

Can someone explain the recent popularity and connotations of “feral”? Do they mean “uncivilized and rutting”?

“The bathroom is unisex, Susan. Sometimes you see a wang.”

I haven’t had this kind of cold in years.

Went to a queer disco tea dance. 1. Many people were old enough to have actually frequented discos. 2. Was as sex-segregated as a middle school dance. 3. And was, as far as I could tell, 100% cis. Discuss.

I think I’m actually getting followers here, but it’s really just advertising for OF.

New word of the day: “Duderus” - the reproductive organ of a trans man.

It is cold.

So what’s the scoop with bots/scammers creating dummy accounts pretending to be attractive, left-leaning middle-aged men? Tip to creators: Learn English a bit better so you know the difference between “Life” and “Live.”

I have a week to write an article on an extremely scientific topic and I don’t get the science. Project for Sun/Mon is transcribing the interview with the astrophysicist and hope something sinks in the 2nd time.

Pre-dawn 16F jaunt in big puffy yellow coat and silly hat. Invigorating. Enjoy watching the world work up. Now if only I could go back to bed…

Went to Trivia Night at [Boston queer HQ] Club Cafe last night. On my team was an impossibly low-key glamorous transfemme who asked about my book and went to Amazon and bought it on the spot.

My Crossfitting has improved much with 21 lbs down. But I don’t think I’ll be able to move my arms all day.

How many sapphic events would I have to attend before I got burnt out on them?

Daughter and her wife, and cats, are all hanging out in Palms with the windows shut and the purifiers running.

Five pairs of crossfit shoes…

Grippy forms are scary and I am a coward.

Because I was so sad to see my CrossFit shoes die, as of Monday I will have five “new” (eBay) pairs of CrossFit shoes, none of which rise to the magnificence of the original.

The Hebrew Hammer!

Turning nonfiction into middle-grade fiction? Having thoughts but no energy.

This is an empty toilet paper box. Only the best for the Big Guy.

For the first time in my old life I actually read the lyrics to Bowie’s “Young Americans.” The poetry is complex.

Very much enjoyed re-reading of YA Green-Sky trilogy after 40 years. The 3rd book, Until the Celebration, has some complex ideas about re-integrating refugees into the dominant culture after that culture has oppressed and dehumanized them for centuries.

Re-reading two of my old favorites from middle school (“Below the Root”) and HS (“Hiding”). Takeaways: Neither are as good as I remember, but, as different as they are, somehow got into my brain and influenced my writing.

Both aggressive and incompetent. Remember that going forward.

I bought a month’s worth of grüns… I think I need to keep eating vegetables though. They are not magic beans.

Went to a “queer women over 40” holiday party yesterday. My first thought when I saw the crowd was, “whoa, these are some varsity-level lesbians.”

Question for historical fiction writers: How do you make your dialogue sound contemporaneous and authentic? I’m thinking about the 1930s, where I suspect neither film nor book dialogue really sounded like actual conversation.

My most perfect CrossFit shoes are falling apart, no longer made, and not available on eBay except in the same ruined state.

Why are the most crucial meetups to certain kinds of human to human connection happening virtually?

Also general metaphysical freakiness.

I’m using internet archive to re-read middle grade and YA books I used to either own or check out frequently. Apparently I liked supernatural/gothic, boarding schools, cliques/clubs, and outcasts - sometimes all in one book.

Community Spaces: Was at a brewery/food hall last night where the following was happening: wreath-making workshop, German conversational club, secret Santa for furries, and speed-friending.

I want to be a cool kid, but I’m not a content slut either.

The only reason this is not a defining photo from my childhood is that the shag carpet on our stairs was red. Also mine all had names, ages, personalities, and a rung on the Madame Alexander Social Hierarchy that I invented.

Again, wrt TTRPG, the sorrow that we believe we must be more than average, be mystical/magical/superpowered in order to be enough.

TTRPG where you play totally normal, boring, unmagical people. Roll to see who cooks dinner tonight and whether you put too much salt in.

I’m about five years too late, but the Nickel Boys plot twist?

One last thought on Budapest: underneath the glittering arts and club scenes and intellectual veneer the authoritarianism is subtle and pernicious. Only when I landed in Amsterdam did I see what was missing in Hungary.

Budapest from the parapet of the national art gallery.

People in Budapest seem happy and there is a lot of energy and creative expression. There are also nationalist posters up on the street.

Amsterdam is… watery.