I went to a queerspawn baby-naming ceremony today in a Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence caravan. (If you are uninitiated with The Sisters, think of ‘em as Atruistic Drag Nuns.)
Item #1: I did the majority of my make-up while sitting on my stoop waiting for said Drag Nun Caravan to come collect me (I did the rest in the caravan). Balancing all of my make-up, my bag, Cane-dy Darling, & my glasses on my lap in full view of [Busy Main Drag In The Mission] Street made me feel like I, like, Levelled Up in femme. (Do I get a Super Mario mushroom in fuchsia now?)
Item #2: The Sisters were running a little late to get me & the following txt msgs happened:
Sister Violet: Sorry! Running on Drag Nun Time. 10 more minutes!
Gina: So ok! I run on Cripple Femme Time, no worries!
Item #3: When a Sister asks you about how you did yr make-up, you officially have bragging rights. (Do I get another fuchsia mushroom?)
Item #4: My Very Proud New Papa friend said to me “Gina, your make-up is peacock-themed!” and I had a “How did I not realize I did that?!” moment.
Item #5a: There were a lot of babies at the part-tay (in addition to The Baby Of Honor, I mean). I don’t want kids myself, but I really like being around other peoples’ kids. (I have a lot of Auntie Mame Feelings, basically.) Getting to hold a baby in my lap for the majority of my afternoon was a truly sweet thing.
Item #5b: I realized while writing this that my make-up was also baaasically Auntie Mame - themed.
Item #6: I am consistently impressed by the totally kick-ass parents in my life. It is just so awesome to see parenting done right.
Item #7: It is amazing to see family in general done right, too. It is especially amazing to see queer & trans peoples’ straight cis family of origin be completely cool with their kids, their grandkids, and their kids’ & grandkids’ family of choice. This should not be a big deal, but it is.
Item #8: Like, seriously, one day The Baby Of Honor is gonna be able to say: “My parents had a naming ceremony for me when I was 3 weeks old, with family of origin and family of choice, and traditional Jewish prayers and a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence who did a special blessing just for me!”
Item #9: Basically, this is why god invented the word verklempt.
Item #10: Sister Violet made a bunch of little Blessing Cards for all the party-goers to write in for the family. The idea was to write wishes/blessings/hopes/etc in them, and then hide them around the house, so the parents & kiddo will find them for years to come.
At the risk of ruining the surprise: I put my blessings in books. I won’t say which books, but I will say that I marked essays by Gayle Rubin & David Wojnarowicz. Because OBVIOUSLY/because I am me.