Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-10-15 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
Who: Glibt and Mark.
What: Testing out new forms.
Where: Mark's house in Hyde Park, Chicago.
When: Late Saturday morning.
Warnings: Possible language, will update if necessary.
By Saturday morning, Glibt had ranted enough about DADT - to Harvey, to Layla, to anyone who would listen - that he was able to analyze the situation calmly. Mark hadn't pushed his administration into appealing the DADT ruling, of course, but Mark also hadn't pushed to make sure the ruling stood. Glibt understood why, of course, but he didn't have to like it, and during the flight, he remained mostly silent, his head buried in a file folder of military studies from around the world, taking notes and only looking up when the plane landed. He became more talkative as they navigated their way out of the airport and into a cab, looking around the city and trying not to feel too uncomfortable at the fact that it was very much Layla's city, just like San Francisco was very much Glibt's city. That was just something he was going to have to get used to, along with a whole slew of other issues that he'd have to get used to in regard to Mark's career change, to his own career change. When the cab pulled into the driveway of Mark's new house, though, Glibt couldn't help but crack a smile. It was gorgeous and Glibt was excited to see the inside.
Looking around the foyer, he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head toward Mark. "You do realize that I reserve the rights to decorate this house too, yeah? And that I'm going to drag you out to furniture shop with me?" He then let Mark give him a brief tour, keen eyes already decorating the various rooms in his mind before they stopped in the master bedroom and Glibt shifted his weight back and forth between his feet. "Is it time to change? Keep in mind that I don't really know what I'll look like, I'll just be pulling from a very specific portion of my population in order to make the switch, so... I don't know, try not to hate it?" Glibt shrugged nervously and kissed Mark on the cheek before he slipped into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, looking anxiously into the mirror and closing his eyes. It was hard work to first open himself up and be utterly connected to his entire population and then prune out those who wouldn't help his purpose. First, he focused specifically on the men, letting the women slip out of his consciousness. Then he focused on a specific age range - twenty-five to thirty - and grasped those threads of connection tightly with his mind. Sorting through them was difficult, but he focused on those with psychology degrees, the counselors and the therapists, the ones who worked hard to help individuals. Glibt wanted to look sensitive, kind, open, and comforting. When he had his mental fingers wrapped tightly around the specific threads of connection that he needed, he pulled, pulled them toward him, connected them deeply to himself and let their combined appearances and personalities shape what he would look like.
When he opened his eyes, Harvey Stonewall had disappeared and Glibt stared at his reflection, a name popping into his mind. Matthew. Glibt mouthed the words - Matthew Harvey Cris Stonewall - before nodding. It fit. Looking down at himself, he was pleased to see that he was still in good physical shape and - he took a moment to look down into slacks that now hung loosely on his hips - everything was still intact, just different. Glibt looked back up into the mirror, frowning slightly as he sorted through his mind to figure out how his personality had changed. There was a spark in his eyes, a dull one, a faded version of the vivid, passionate spark that had graced Cris Stonewall's eyes, but had been quashed by the assassination of Cris' lover, quashed by the violence of the shift from the Gay Liberation Movement to the Gay Rights Movement, quashed by the infighting of the lesbian separatist movement. But it was back, if somewhat subdued, and Matthew, it appeared to Glibt, was an amalgamation of Cris and Harvey. That would likely cause some issues, but Glibt would worry about it later.
Instead, he stepped out of the bathroom slowly, unsteady on his feet as he got used to the new form, and looked around for his fiance.