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boiswillbebois
15 November 2008 @ 09:16 pm
So, after a long long time of simply working and barely looking up, much less around, I've emerged from my nearly monastic existence in order to take up a new hobby: Roller Derby.

Seriously.

But not as some skirt-wearing lady skater (duh), but rather as a very handsome referee. I wasn't really that into derby since I caught just one bout at the end of last season and didn't know the rules beforehand, but then on a whim went skating with folks last Friday night.

It was so amazing and even better than I remembered from being a pre-teen in rural Nebraska. All I need now is to hear Joan Jett's, "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" during a couple skate and my youthful queer dreams will be complete. After Friday, I thought about it kinda of nonstop all week, then I went on Thursday for two hours, then Friday for three hours, then to a two-hour skills camp this morning. Never one to do things with moderation, obviously. After the sixth or seventh time I was asked to do derby and then told, "You will be a ref." I nodded and said, "Ok."

So, I've been skating four times in the last eight days to get my skills back and get some new ones. I haven't had so much fun in a real long time. I have a good deal of the Women's Flat Track Derby Association (WFTDA) requirements done, then have some paperwork and all of those things (like a bad rugby-days flashback) where they absolve themselves of liability for your injury while playing. The requirements for a ref are a little different...

Sadistic fucking sport, I should say. Body checking, falling, all of this getting on your knees, pain, sweat, terms like "whip," and sweet body sweat stink. I haven't had this many beautiful bruises on my ass since... a long time.

Along with a whole new sport comes newly emerging muscles (my legs are becoming freakishly defined in really strange places), new expenses (skates, helmet, pads) and a new vocabulary. And new friends!

Friday nights are the best cos a bunch of derby grrls are there, but so too a bunch of Bloomington punks go and so all of these pals end up skating all together and it's kind of amazing...last night's weird Indiana-teen-induced homophobia notwithstanding... Next week, we must all wear shirts stating boldly:

FAGGOT
QUEER
DYKE

or something like that.