asks people to describe themselves at 26. I was 26 in 1992 and 1993, and I thought people who read me might be interested in what I wrote. Here it is, lightly edited:
I think I was still in Princeton then [EDIT: Yes, for part of my 26th year, but that was when I moved to Boston, too], but I’d
probably switched from the tech-support job to the Unix sysadmin job. I was living with my fabulous roommate Ilene, who was a huge influence on me and in particular on how I interact with other people. I think we were in an apartment which had a 1960’s-or-so electric organ in it. [EDIT: Actually, I think I had just moved into a 1BR apartment by myself when I turned 26, but it might have been shortly after. I was certainly still very close to Ilene.]
I had recently started identifying as bi, largely due to Ilene helping me get plugged into a bi (and poly) community. I had not yet had sex with a man, but I think I’d had my first real crush on a man. I’d known all my life I was not monogamous, but the word “polyamory” had recently been coined, and I had recently met other people who identified that way. I hadn’t discovered kink yet.
I was dating two people, both of whom eventually ended up in Boston (although not at quite the same time as me). One of them now isn’t willing to admit that relationship happened, although oddly I still get invitations to her parties. I was contra dancing every week; they were both contra dancers.
My computer had two 100Mb hard drives, an 1152x864 2-bit display (four shades of grey), and a laser printer, which was pretty unusual to have in one’s house at the time, although they were pretty ubiquitous in workplaces by then. I got my home email via UUCP over a very cute little 9600-baud modem in the form of a 2"x2" cube.
Actually, I was still 26 in 1993, by which time I had moved to Boston (Malden, actually). I had a close friend who lived downstairs from me and with whom I went contra dancing two or three times a week. I was working at Boston University, in a very good working environment. I attended the 1993 March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi Equal Rights and Liberation, at which I met ayse, with whom I later ended up involved for a year or so, until shortly before she moved to the Wrong Coast.
So my 26th year encompassed my move to Boston, which involved a very very tearful parting with one of the people I was dating and a drive (the last of many) up to Boston with my car packed so full that I not only couldn’t see out the rear window, I couldn’t see out the passenger’s side front window.
Incidentally, my mental image of myself dates from about then — when I picture myself, when I think about the kind of person I am, that sort of thing. The stuff that’s changed about me since then always sort of surprises me when I notice it.
I had very long hair (down to my butt). I was considerably thinner. I cared a lot about my friends, but I didn’t have as many of them and I spent a lot more time alone. I still thought of myself as an introvert.
(There were lots of other important things that happened and people I met that year, but this will do for a taste.)