• Edie Montreux

A Look Back


This time last year, we stopped drinking champagne for our anniversary because my body decided I can no longer tolerate even the tiniest amount of alcohol.

This time last year, I’d already bought my tickets, flight, and hotel for YaoiCon. (It’s cancelled this year).

This time last year, I was freaking out. It was four weeks to PrideFest, the same weekend as the first software launch for my work project. I was under water. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know which way was up.

This time last year, I still had tons of shit in my spare bedroom, waiting to go to PrideFest.

This time last year, I thought I was doing all right. Okay, so this blog post was a little further into May, but still. I thought I was doing all right. Worse, because I’m the only fucking person in the history of ever who thinks a two-year commitment should actually last two years, IT WAS SELF-INFLICTED STRESS.


This time last year, I cried when I left for PrideFest because I knew it was one weekend I wouldn’t be able to spend with my old dog. (Thank you for hanging in there until August, buddy.)

This time last year, I didn’t know what I know now. Somehow, I survived.

This time next year, I’ll be peddling my own books at PrideFest. Until then…