Trying to amuse myself
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dswdianeSitting in a workshop on counter transference, self disclosure, and self care. Not one thing has been said that I have not already heard 90 million and seven times. Boriiiiinnngggg.
Hours. I'm collecting three more hours of the 35 I need to renew my license this year. Now I only have to get five more before October something or another and I'm signed up and have paid for a six hour one in April: Healing Trauma Through Somatic Therapy and the Nervous System
Okay, something I've never heard before, finally: Freud once wrote a letter to Jung in which he stated, "Took a short vacation and now I have to get back to my bunch of nuts--" Jung published it. I am amused.
Using horsemen Methos icon because sitting through this on a Saturday morning makes me want to rampage and pillage. Very unlikely to do so. (Also Methos icon because he's pretty, pretty, pretty. Yum.)
I hope to goodness the one in April is interesting. The best so far this year has been "Ethics for working with Geek culture" and "Using table top gaming as psychotherapy." C'mon, fellow geeky therapists, create more workshop that reflect our peculiar culture. I guess I could create one myself--no, NO, no--I created and organized at least two workshops and an entire weekend conference when I was a member or the chair of the LGBTQA+ committee of the GA Psychological Association. It is more work than could be imagined. But they were really good workshops and it was a great conference--the conference was called, "Sexuality in the South, Y'all." We had workshops on BDSM and polyamory and trans issues and how hormone treatment works for trans people done by an endocrinologist and a psychiatrist with much experience in working with trans people.
One of the workshops which was before Gay Pride weekend had to do with spirituality and being gay and we had as presenters a gay rabbi, a gay Episcopal priest, a gay Methodist theological scholar, and glory be a bisexual Southern Baptist minister. We were supposed to have a trans Presbyterian cleric but she had to cancel that week. Now I'm remembering more workshops I helped organize. It's all an enormous amount of work.
I'm finding fic that presents Sherlock as ACE (asexual) and just makes it a fact of who he is--as in no big deal--and in one of them, at least, he ends up married to John anyway. They have plenty of affection, but no sex, and it's all good. I told that to an ACE person I know well who's nuts about Sherlock. She was excited.
I've written a scene of Connor and Methos dancing together at a Goth club--as in really dancing *together.* I cannot stop fiddling with it. I like this much of it and now I've even rewritten what I liked:
During the cover of "Human," Methos caught Connor's eye, looked at the women around them, and shrugged. He held out a hand and mouthed, "Shall we? Show em how?"
Connor grinned and grabbed Methos' hand, whirled him under an arm, spun him around, and mouthed, "I lead?"
"You always do." Methos laughed out. Connor laughed back, spun Methos again, passed him behind his back, and around to front again. He pulled Methos' back hard against his chest, and crossed his arms over Methos' chest, still holding both his hands. They swayed together for a moment before he pulled Methos' arms down to his sides, swung him around, whirled him under one arm then spun him out along the length of one arm and back in along the other.
Then lots of description of dancing that I keep rewriting and rewriting. I like the ending though:
Connor pulled Methos close and murmured into his ear, "Fun. Fucking love you lots."
Methos grinned. "Han Solo at you."
Connor punched him lightly on the upper arm, pointed to the bar, and mimed drinking. Methos was already dancing with no one in particular to "Bela Lugosi."
"Beer," Methos mouthed. Connor nodded and traveled to the bar.
One of the girls followed and asked curiously, "You two do that a lot?"
Connor laughed. "We have. In just about every club in New York."
"It looks it. Know each other's moves real well. You together?"
Connor laughed again. "Nope. Just BFF for years and years and for real forever. He's totally taken. And, yes, we'll be leaving together. But, me, I'm open to taking some numbers."
She looked down for a moment, took a breath, looked up at him and asked, "Would you be willing to dance with me like that?"
He grinned. "Sure. Let's do it. I'm Connor."
"Sharon." She hesitated. "I won't keep up like he does."
Connor shrugged with another grin. "Not expected. You haven't been putting up with me for about a 150 years like he has."
Maybe fun for readers--nice to have some fun to balance the angst. And oh is there Methos angst. Poor baby needs to have some fun and Connor knows it.
Hours. I'm collecting three more hours of the 35 I need to renew my license this year. Now I only have to get five more before October something or another and I'm signed up and have paid for a six hour one in April: Healing Trauma Through Somatic Therapy and the Nervous System
Okay, something I've never heard before, finally: Freud once wrote a letter to Jung in which he stated, "Took a short vacation and now I have to get back to my bunch of nuts--" Jung published it. I am amused.
Using horsemen Methos icon because sitting through this on a Saturday morning makes me want to rampage and pillage. Very unlikely to do so. (Also Methos icon because he's pretty, pretty, pretty. Yum.)
I hope to goodness the one in April is interesting. The best so far this year has been "Ethics for working with Geek culture" and "Using table top gaming as psychotherapy." C'mon, fellow geeky therapists, create more workshop that reflect our peculiar culture. I guess I could create one myself--no, NO, no--I created and organized at least two workshops and an entire weekend conference when I was a member or the chair of the LGBTQA+ committee of the GA Psychological Association. It is more work than could be imagined. But they were really good workshops and it was a great conference--the conference was called, "Sexuality in the South, Y'all." We had workshops on BDSM and polyamory and trans issues and how hormone treatment works for trans people done by an endocrinologist and a psychiatrist with much experience in working with trans people.
One of the workshops which was before Gay Pride weekend had to do with spirituality and being gay and we had as presenters a gay rabbi, a gay Episcopal priest, a gay Methodist theological scholar, and glory be a bisexual Southern Baptist minister. We were supposed to have a trans Presbyterian cleric but she had to cancel that week. Now I'm remembering more workshops I helped organize. It's all an enormous amount of work.
I'm finding fic that presents Sherlock as ACE (asexual) and just makes it a fact of who he is--as in no big deal--and in one of them, at least, he ends up married to John anyway. They have plenty of affection, but no sex, and it's all good. I told that to an ACE person I know well who's nuts about Sherlock. She was excited.
I've written a scene of Connor and Methos dancing together at a Goth club--as in really dancing *together.* I cannot stop fiddling with it. I like this much of it and now I've even rewritten what I liked:
During the cover of "Human," Methos caught Connor's eye, looked at the women around them, and shrugged. He held out a hand and mouthed, "Shall we? Show em how?"
Connor grinned and grabbed Methos' hand, whirled him under an arm, spun him around, and mouthed, "I lead?"
"You always do." Methos laughed out. Connor laughed back, spun Methos again, passed him behind his back, and around to front again. He pulled Methos' back hard against his chest, and crossed his arms over Methos' chest, still holding both his hands. They swayed together for a moment before he pulled Methos' arms down to his sides, swung him around, whirled him under one arm then spun him out along the length of one arm and back in along the other.
Then lots of description of dancing that I keep rewriting and rewriting. I like the ending though:
Connor pulled Methos close and murmured into his ear, "Fun. Fucking love you lots."
Methos grinned. "Han Solo at you."
Connor punched him lightly on the upper arm, pointed to the bar, and mimed drinking. Methos was already dancing with no one in particular to "Bela Lugosi."
"Beer," Methos mouthed. Connor nodded and traveled to the bar.
One of the girls followed and asked curiously, "You two do that a lot?"
Connor laughed. "We have. In just about every club in New York."
"It looks it. Know each other's moves real well. You together?"
Connor laughed again. "Nope. Just BFF for years and years and for real forever. He's totally taken. And, yes, we'll be leaving together. But, me, I'm open to taking some numbers."
She looked down for a moment, took a breath, looked up at him and asked, "Would you be willing to dance with me like that?"
He grinned. "Sure. Let's do it. I'm Connor."
"Sharon." She hesitated. "I won't keep up like he does."
Connor shrugged with another grin. "Not expected. You haven't been putting up with me for about a 150 years like he has."
Maybe fun for readers--nice to have some fun to balance the angst. And oh is there Methos angst. Poor baby needs to have some fun and Connor knows it.
