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I don't remember being this tired after the party last year, but then the party last year didn't happen while I was still a little jetlagged.
The icing on the cake turned out a tad disastrous (though the other women at the party, with their own experience of baking errors, were extremely supportive of the cake itself turning out all right). So there will be no photos of cake. Also, there are large quantities of leftovers. (Though most of my sesame scones got eaten.)
But I spent long stretches of time standing around in the street (we need more folding chairs) talking with my neighbours and drinking wine and eating delicious food that my neighbours had prepared, and it was good. We agreed we should do it next year, though I think it would help to set a date four or five months in advance: say February for July.
I made the mistake of tracking down John C. Wright's infamous post on "homosex" (apparently Hal Duncan's first open letter shamed him into deleting it, but it's still available on Google-cache and has been echoed in a few places) and, even though I knew it was going to be an ugly rant, I was really stunned at how hateful he was. And inspired, apparently, by the mere thought that a TV channel might actively seek to do more TV programmes in which people are not depicted as uniformly heterosexual.
There are three other related posts on Duncan's blog: Stoicism, Sophistry and Sodomy, On Sophistry and Subjectivity, and A Story From Sodom. All very worth reading.
(Update: also, Kip Manley's John C. Wright is recoiling in craven fear and trembling, and I don’t feel so good myself is another good one.)
Current Mood: 
tired
tired