May 032010

As many of you know, I made a big mistake last week.  I realized once I’d gotten to my apartment that I’d left my purse in my car. It was a bad knee day, and we live in a gated community with a security guard, so I figured I’d wait till the morning to grab it.

I woke up with a smashed car window, and a missing purse.  After the initial shock, my partner and I started the process of filing a police report, calling the insurance, getting the glass fixed, canceling and reissuing my credit cards and IDs, etc.

In my purse were also things less replaceable.  My camera with pictures from Queer Prom and the rest of my life. Pictures of my deceased father, and of my sister. Business cards of contacts, and of previous doctors, physical therapists, etc. A travel pill box with all of my medication. Membership cards, frequent shopper cards, gift cards, etc. The purse itself was *the* perfect purse I’d be looking for over the years, and had been a gift from my partner (and was leopard print). They don’t make this purse anymore.

I felt (and still feel) violated and hurt by this invasion of my privacy, of someone else going through my life. I felt numb, unable to replace my meds until my bank accounts are unfrozen, unable to do much without my license. Am terrified of getting pulled over in this police state while I wait for another to come in the mail.

My partner helped me get through this, but so did the amazing sex positive community. From a loving outpouring of support to twitter to people offering to send me their old cameras, a leopard print nail file, and a business card holder (to replace the Bettie Page one from my best friend), I have felt such love and care from this community, from MY community.

So I thank you. From the bottom of my slightly violated heart, I thank you.


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