Yep, my flight is delayed. I have been on dozens of delayed and cancelled flights in my life, and it always puts me in a good mood.
I somehow feel that real time doesn’t count when I travel. Once I put my life into the hands of ticket agents, flight attendents, train conductors and taxi drivers, I give up time as I know it. If I like it or not, it becomes all about the journey, because it seems like I will NEVER arrive at my destination.
Great way to meet folks, catch up on people watching, chat with friends on the cell phone and eat junk food. And if they have wireless (like they here do at Bradley Airport near Hartford, CT, well, this is a vacation in itself.
Off to Northern Michigan for The Point Foundation retreat where I will perform Queer 101 and Talkin’ Trash in the Homo No Mo Halfway House, a talk about language and oppression in the “ex-gay” movement.
The Point Foundation is awesome. They provide scholarships to LGBTQ youth whose parents won’t pay to put a queer kid through college. I feel so pleased to get to know these folks from schools all over the US.
My first presentation is not for another 24 hours, so I should get there in time, but ya never know.