"Mosaic of people [I've ever loved, even for a heartbeat]", is a serie of blogs dedicated to recollecting the memories I have of people who I have met, and still remember even after time has passed.

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Ignoring the fact that this is the first blog in the serie, this one is a bit different because it doesn't recall someone I got close with but rather people I briefly met at a party.

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Karaoke Birthday Night

Fatals Picards - Mon père était tellement de gauche

While a friend was over from Caen for a couple of days, we went out to a birthday party to celebrate a karaoke's 4th year anniversary. Not your typical karaoke, though, it's one with private rooms just like you find in Japan and Korea. The theme of the party was medieval, but its of very little relevance.

What's relevant, however, is that this was my first social event since I came out as trans in November last year. I've started HRT, but dysphoria is still kicking my ass enough to make me avoid social events, especially considering that the last time I attended one - albeit I didn't wear my binder for practical reasons related to the nature of the event - I was misgendered and it absolutely destroyed my desire to be outside.

That being said, this night was great! My friend and I hung out in a karaoke room with some other people we obviously didn't know, but we all had fun. I remember the surprise it was to find out that one of the guy was a fan of musicals when my friend and I sang an EPIC duet (Suffering, with me as Ody and my friend as the siren). We thus also sang The Greatest Show, from the Greatest Showman, and I was able to flex some rock songs I listen to all the time at work, to their surprise.

But the best was when we all got together and sang J'aime trop ton boule (trad. "I like your butt so much") by Fatal Bazooka. Despite its title, it's actually about men's butts! And it brought me so much joy when I first heard it, as a man who's also into men. So when I heard it at the karaoke, I thought maybe one of these guys was also into men.

The real memory comes when we sang the above song in unity. The lyrics aren't anything special, it's just an exaggerated, leftist song. But the "la la la la" part has carved itself in my heart, in the way we all sang it in harmony, probably how it's supposed to be sung. This night was memorable, it was the first time I didn't feel dysphoric a single time while around cis people. I felt great, my friend and I had a great night, it was perfect and all of that despite the heat and our autism.

Hoping all my upcoming nights out will be just as memorable, this wraps up this blog.