Yesterday's workout was entirely successful; Friday last seems to have been a fluke. Also, I have acquired potassium supplements. That may have something to do with it. (My bench press is up to 55lbs! Which is a lot for me, though I realize not much for most folks.)
In other news, I think we'll soon have everything settled and in place to begin our visa applications for the move to Liverpool. That's the final step--once it's done, the wheels are in motion, and all we'll have to do is get some plane tickets. This is, of course, still a bit terrifying, but I'm getting more and more used to the idea of leaving the country as the time comes closer. Better yet, the thought of having a year to read, write, and work on projects of potential import--in Europe!--has started to seem cautiously inviting. (Plus, the University of Liverpool has a stunning gym. Bouldering wall! Functional fitness area! Free weights have their own space!)
I've also been reading more of J. Jack Halberstam's work, in between piles of reading for classes and Tor.com and the magazine. I'm currently halfway through In a Queer Time and Place: Transgender Bodies, Subcultural Lives. It's been interesting so far, particularly in terms of Halberstam's discussion of the Brandon Teena "archive" and the mythologies and violences enacted by "biography," particularly for trans* folks. It's also interesting to see the evolution in terminology from Female Masculinity to this book--ways for conceptualizing genderqueer bodies and identities between the two texts have certainly developed.
Oh, and I spent some time tonight complaining on Twitter about how women's-cut clothes are not designed to fit my developing musculature. That happened too.