The story of Spork.

You know, sometimes... I get an idea in my head and it sticks. A lot of the time in life, I find myself running in circles and not sure what is "right" for my plans and being worried and uncertain. But once in a while something clicks and it's so right that I'm like YES. It was like that when I got my Great Aunt's portrait tattooed on my leg. It was like that when I started getting into the kink scene. But when it comes to my career...I've felt like I'm stuck, pretty much my whole life. Yeah I've got a great job, but what do I really want to do with my life?? This isn't it. There is no feeling of meaning here for me. I can keep on with it for a while, but ultimately, I am frustrated and restless and when I consider putting extra effort and energy into it (going back to school for Accounting) my soul just heaves a sigh and flops. Uggghhhh.... And I've thought all my life about being some sort of professional Maker, like an artist or craftsman because there's a lot of satisfaction in that for me, but my inner self says "mmm...no." Because I know that my muse is VERY fickle. I can go years without making a finished piece. I'm "stepping up my game" this year, and have completed two and most of a third finished pieces. That is never going to be enough to finance my life. I once thought that being a tattoo artist would be cool, but then I realized it isn't because you have to really dedicate all of your time to it, if you're any good at all. I figured this out when I made friends with some and invited them to GWAR concerts and they were always too busy. You're drawing if you're not inking, and your life is booked solid for years. Or you're not good at it and don't have the rep for that, in which case you're a starving artist, and that's no good for me either. But being social, and listening and talking about things I love, and giving good advice to others...now THAT, I can do. Most of the relationship or sex specialized therapists and counselors in this area are some kind of religious affiliated marriage counselors, so there is a lack and a need for poly, kink, LGBTQ+ counseling. Yes, it would take a lot of education, and I'd have to figure out how I was paying for it and affording to live life at the same time...but every day I realize that this is probably the right eventual path for me. And of course there is the educator piece and possibly even writing books. And it gives me a way to give back to my community, too. Everything about this idea other than the work it takes to really get there, and how to get my feet on the path, is appealing to me more all the time.

In other news, today is the day that my older son has to do his last final test for his last final class to be done with high school. It all comes down to today. I really hope he is able to pass this. He was up late studying for it.

I got some extra rest yesterday, which I needed...coming back to regular life after a conference like that one, man... I can't say I'm droppy exactly, I'm just very tired. And being back at work with the muggles and all, it's kind of a drag. Happily, today I have lunch with my love, and a discussion group later tonight with my friends.
 
Lunch with Zen was nice, we had steakburgers at Freddy's and talked about our upcoming moving plans. Things are really rolling, we've both put in notice where we currently live and he is starting to go through stuff and pack. We're kind of debating how we're going to do this in terms of manpower and vehicles. I have a big Dodge Grand Caravan and the back is one heck of a cargo area. I haven't encountered a piece of furniture that wouldn't fit, yet. I have two teenage sons who are capable of some of the heavy lifting...the only issue is that they are not smart or experienced in the whole moving thing, so getting them to follow directions and not just get in the way can be kind of annoying. But I feel like we have enough friends who are brawny dudes, that we could ask (or offer to pay) friends and not have to hire pros. The only thing that is good about getting a truck and hiring people is if we find ourselves short on time. You can move a household in a day if you have a truck and dedicated movers. With a van, you're doing trip after trip, with friends, they show up and leave when they need to... But I know that between my sons and I, we're capable of moving most (maybe all) of what I've got, and I would guess most or all of what Zen's got.

We will see. August is about packing, moving stuff into storage units, and trying to streamline the eventual process, and finding an actual place to move us into...all of the preparation.

Had a bit of a rollercoaster in the afternoon yesterday. My son, Ninja, took his final for British Literature class. He failed it, again (failed, retook, failed again.) I thought for sure this meant he failed the class, the weight of that test was pretty significant. I texted him and he was freaking out, furious, all "I HATE EVERYTHING" and figured he had to go back to high school in the fall, and on and on. Very upset. I emailed his teacher, to ask for confirmation that this is it, no more second chances, and he's failed the class right?

...A period of time passes where everyone is very upset...

Then the teacher emails me back and says, "Great news! He did fail the exam but he did not fail the class!" He passed with a D+. So! Kiddo is DONE with high school! I texted Ninja back and said, "HEY!! You passed the class! You didn't fail, you are done with high school!" and he responded, "what are you talking about" (LOL!) I had to convince him.

Big relief. He was mad though because he took the exam and it asked questions about Hamlet and other literary pieces, and he swears the teacher never told him to read these things. I found that impossible to believe...I mean, it's a lit class, and duh there will be reading, and surely this information is somewhere. Either he was lying, or not looking in the right place. When I got home, he insisted on logging into his class and having me sit down, with a challenge of "find where it says what I was supposed to read." I searched all over the site, and read all of his emails, and I admit...I couldn't find it. Anywhere. And not only should there have been assigned reading someplace, but the actual reading material itself should have been someplace, which it wasn't...he had to find Hamlet on Google. So... yeah. I told him, well, that is pretty crazy, but hey...you passed the class, you're done with high school, let's just put all this behind us.

Last night was a discussion group, that was pretty good, we have a few new members, two of whom decided to get an impromptu orientation (not usually offered on discussion group nights) and join the club. One didn't have the $20 but says he'll be back. There is another group tonight for subs and bottoms and such, which I always go to.

I also talked to my Mom on the phone for quite a while last night. She is undergoing some tests for breast cancer. She's not sure who is going to take care of her and Grandpa if she does have it. Frankly...I'm not down for being caregiver to my blood family members. I feel like they have taken enough from me. I know that's kind of cold...but I look at my brothers, given dedicated parenting and money and opportunities...I got bounced around, made to feel like nobody wanted me, and given up on. I wound up stuck with Old Wolf for half my life because after I turned 18, he was the only person in my life I felt like I could count on. My Mom used me as childcare for her sons, my Dad and Stepmom turned away from me when I didn't live up to their expectations. I love my Mom and we talk a lot...it isn't that I'm estranged from my family or have bad relationships with them. I just don't want to be obligated to them. And my Mom has spent her entire life making bad choices that got her in worse and worse situations and then having her parents bail her out...well her Mother is now dead, and her Father is close to it. If I let her see me as a resource when they are gone, she will take everything I've got to give and then some. It used to be that Old Wolf kept her at a certain distance, because they hated each other. Now she is talking about moving to Denver. And hoping that one or both of my brothers might move to Colorado, too. She'll say it's because she would be so happy to have all of her babies in one state where she could see us, and that is true, but she'll also tap us whenever she is broke. Now that she's older, almost morbidly obese, and has tons of health problems...she can't keep a job, and doctors won't sign off on anything being so disabling that she can qualify for SSI....she needs money, she can't seem to make any for herself, and she's casting around for support, and I can't afford to give it to her without wrecking my own life in the process.

And I hate that. I hate the whole thing, because I love her to death but I have seen how she lives. She will come into someone's home because she needs help, and then take over. Before you know it, she's argued that it's perfectly fine for us to have 20 cats, and she needs all of my money to build a guest cottage in the backyard and pursue a dozen other unnecessary projects. She has completely overhauled and renovated Grandma and Grandpa's house...they have no money left now and she's run up debt doing this...and she justified it saying that she was increasing the value of the home. Well there is only so damn much you can increase the value of a prefab rancher in the middle of nowhere in the Ozarks. She has an overbearing personality sometimes (though I am perhaps the only person who has ever stood up to her) and her decisions are not sound. I don't really want her anywhere near me. Yet I feel terrible because she really might need help and care, and I feel like I should, as a loving daughter, WANT to provide that for her.

Well. I don't think I can be expected to sacrifice my own needs and goals for other people for the rest of my life, especially for those who make me feel taken advantage of. *sigh* Family.
 
Congratulations to your kid :)
 
Congratulations to your kid :)

Thank you!

I bought him a cake. I was torn on celebrating, since he only had to do this summer school stuff because he failed 2 classes his last term, and he almost failed one of these, so I wasn't trying to go too over the top. And yet, he did, after quite a struggle, clear the hurdle and get done with high school, so I wanted to let him know I was proud and happy nonetheless.

So I got him a little cookies and cream cake, just big enough to share with his brother for a couple of days, with "Congrats <Ninja>" on it and I also got him some Pocky, since he has always had something of an interest in Asian things. His on/off girlfriend/friend-girl/bff is fairly obsessed with anime and manga stuff, so he says he's going to take some and share it with her.

He's been, when I drop him off for weekends of gaming with the family friends he was living with, going over to spend time with this girl on Sundays. I don't know if they are a "thing" anymore, but even if they aren't I think they'll always be very close. They have been like Ross & Rachel (from the show, "Friends") almost. On again, off again. Since they were about 12 years old and in middle school. I'm going to call her Roz for the purpose of this story. Her family loves and trusts him, and treats him like one of their own, too. She comes from kind of a poor family with a struggling single Mom and 3 kids (I think) and he has brought food and money to them before. Like once he asked me for money and he went to the store and got them bread and other staples and took it there to them. She played violin in the same orchestra as him for years (both of my sons play viola.)

At one point they seriously planned to get married. They would go on walks around the neighborhood, and she would point out the sorts of houses she liked and plan to buy a home with him one day and everything.

But in their senior year, she had a best friend (since like kindergarten) who...well, I don't know if the girl is bi, or what. Sadie. Ninja went out with her for a little while on one of his and Roz's breaks...but this other gal had decided she needed for Ninja and Roz to break up and she was going to date Roz now. Roz was in this impossible situation of loving both of them, and not wanting anyone hurt and being pulled in two directions. Ninja didn't care if she dated Sadie also, but Sadie wanted Roz to herself. The problem is...Sadie threatens self-harm to get her way with Roz. And Roz loves her friend too much to resist this kind of manipulation. It was such a drama that Ninja got fed up with it all and just refused to go "on again" and was like...done.

So last time I checked he was still not dating Roz, but he goes and spends time with her as a friend.

This is not the first or only time I have heard about these high school kids using threats of suicide to get their way. I did the same thing, too. I used that leverage to get my Mom to take custody from my Dad, so that I could do whatever I wanted. It was, in retrospect, the difference between Dad & Stepmom expecting me to be a decent girl and get good grades and do normal things...and my Mom who would not be strong enough to wrangle me and I'd end up just doing anything I wanted, which I did. But I never had any intention of committing suicide or hurting myself. I just used it as manipulation. And I strongly suspect that many teenagers do this. It is one of the few powers you can use to get control of a situation at that age.

Still, I learned long ago with a combination of knowing what I had done, and the odd boyfriend who tried to cry his way back into my life with these kinds of tactics...that nobody gets to hold me hostage with threats against their own life. I had one mental health expert tell me I should always take it seriously and always call the authorities. Well, sadly I don't trust the cops not to just show up and shoot somebody who is being suicidal anymore and I don't feel like the presence of a gun is needful in those situations. If a person is truly determined to end their own life, they are going to find a way to do it. If they aren't...then they probably won't. Suicide is horrible and tragic, but calling the cops doesn't feel like a good solution. At least not in the cases I've encountered. So.

Gonna borrow a page from Reverie's playbook and continue in another post, since I need to do a topic shift...
 
Continued from previous post...

I had a good discussion group last night. I don't want to get into too much detail, but a close and trusted friend gave me advice about something that has been a...thing...just a minor hitch in the otherwise joyous love and sex life that I share with Zen... and so I am going to go buy a product today to experiment with and see if the results are fun for us.

I need to talk to him today and see where he's at in his packing endeavors. If he wants help moving stuff or anything this evening, I'll need to grab some work clothes that I don't mind getting dirty or anything. No social activities are happening tonight, and tomorrow is just a play party, so we have all day tomorrow too. I am looking forward to some sexual play...of course I'm kinda ALWAYS looking forward to sex with Zen, so...

There is something that I have been occasionally thinking about, too. I need Zen to understand that for me, in a partnered relationship, a soft no should be taken as a yes. It was a problem before, I tried to explain to Old Wolf about this, and he got so hung up on "you want me to rape you" and NO it isn't like that. He doesn't understand the spectrum of "consensual non-consent." But that is totally a thing and it is very hot for me. If I'm in a weird, wishy-washy, indecisive place where I am asked what I'm in the mood for and I can't give a definitive answer, because I kinda want sex, but I kinda want food, and I'd be ok watching a movie, and I could take a nap, and ice cream sounds nice...I really, really, REALLY want my man to just tell me what the hell we are doing. If he wants sex, I want him to TAKE. IT. That will turn me on to the point I will have a fantastic time, guaranteed. If I need to say no, I will make my no answer clear and unambiguous. If I most definitely am very hungry and need food RIGHT NOW I will communicate in those terms. If I am not saying no clearly, then my guy should always assume he can proceed if he wants. I can give that consent in a blanket fashion in advance and it should be enough to stand and go forward on. Pushing my comfort zones and taking control of a sexual situation is a huge turn on and I want my male partner to feel completely comfortable doing so. So this notion that there should always be an enthusiastic yes every single time...ok, but not if someone like me has established something like this in advance. I am hoping very much that the fact that Zen and I are in the kink community and these kinds of distinctions are better understood, will help us keep a good flow going and not let my occasional light internal "brakes" (for no good reason) interrupt or hinder our sex life. In the language of the book, "Come As You Are" this is me trying to explain reactive desire, which I experience far more often in life than spontaneous desire. I mean, sometimes I have that, too, and I don't expect my partner to ALWAYS initiate sexual activities...but it turns me on more more more when he does, the more forcefully the better.

Along those lines too... I would love it if he would plan activities for our play at parties that only need a few basic parameters and aside from that are a surprise or something based on his desires or interests or schemes. Or maybe just for him to "lead the conversation" a bit more. The class Midori taught us is coming to mind. She asked a lot of leading questions. Zen has gotten into a habit of asking open ended things like "How are you feeling?" which are intended for me to tell him what I'm in the mood for I guess...but it feels too much like "topping from the bottom" if I feel like I've got to describe every thing I want to do, and I also feel like it gives zero consideration to what HE might want. Like I think we could do, "Would you be up for impact? Sensation? Forced orgasms? Penetration? Bondage? Blindfold?" and that would give him a good idea of the options he can put together on the menu... But I actually don't know if I am good with really heavy impact play or need to dial it down some, until I'm actually IN a scene. Like we had a time where I just could not handle the nip stuff, they were sensitive, maybe hormones or dry skin I don't know but...I thought it would be fine, and didn't know until we were doing that stuff that no, that was not good. I don't want to call red, I never want to call red...but I don't know, I'm trying to think of more comfortable ways to tweak our communications to make our sex and play continue to please and excite us, and flow nicely in a scene. I most certainly didn't want to stop a scene just to let him know that the clamps were a problem in that moment.

Anyways. Minor adjustments. Thoughts. Not to be taken as dissatisfaction. I am a very happy woman with a very awesome sex life.

Part of my pondering this today is probably that I have got enough distance from my experiences at Thunder now, that I'm not riding the emotional high anymore and I can think about the intellectual things I learned while I was there...and there was a lot of good information to process.
 
Well, it was an exhausting weekend of intense things.

Intense sex stuff. I actually called red on Zen for a rare change, he had overstimulated me so much. This wasn't even pain play, it was just the kind of working over of my lady parts that requires the mattress cover...but in all honesty there is only so much of that we can do, without causing some lasting effects to me. It is good that I stopped him when I did. I was a little uncomfortable for a few hours but nothing worse than that.

And we moved a big load of stuff in my van to his new storage unit. I need to look into getting one for myself here pretty soon. We're moving ~stuff~ into the units, trying to get our households down to just furniture and necessities or as close as we can to that, and this should make it far easier to move when the time comes. Because we need to move Zen's household, mine, and Ninja's stuff that is down on the other side of town...and it's going to be quite an undertaking as it is. The intermediate step of having a storage unit helps give us time to pack and shift things, and more time afterwards to unpack from the unit.

And we went to the Heavy Hitters Party at Voodoo. Did an impact scene, which was on the mid-to-high intensity range for us...used our new toys from Thunder. The one I really wanted to try, was the loop of cable fastened into a wooden handle. I'm not sure what to call that. Everyone who has seen it has reacted with horror, that it was a mean toy and stuff. Well, it is very stingy. Bitey, I would say. It's another like the one paddle Zen has, which is good for the occasional spice in our play, but shouldn't be used a lot. Like in any given scene, I'd like the meat and potatoes to be flogging and crop and tawse and thumpy implements, those can each be used for a longer period of time on me, especially floggers. The meaner stingy things can be parsed in between those toys but used for shorter periods of time, optimally. That cable loop goes in there with canes and some of the paddles that way. And I love the dragon tail for a finishing move, it hurts and marks more than anything, but I can take it more easily knowing we are nearing the end of a scene. Spanking can go in there anywhere...it hurts a lot but it's always good. Zen has gotten pretty damned good at impact topping!

Sunday...man, Sunday I worked my butt off! Q has been complaining about his bed, it isn't comfortable and he has been unhappy with it for a long time. It was a metal loft bed, up about 3 feet or so off the floor, which he's had since he was a little kid. It did help him store more stuff in his room with all that space under the bed. But for a 15 year old who is nearing 6 feet tall to be climbing a flimsy metal ladder to a metal bed, with a cheap foam mattress where it would not surprise me if his body weight made it so he could feel the metal bars underneath it... He told me he was only sleeping a couple of hours at a time, at best. So I decided it was time to change things. And since we're going to move anyways, and he's got a lot of stuff, and I knew he didn't really like or need a lot of that stuff...I had him go through everything he owned and get rid of the things he no longer needed or wanted. We have access to a dumpster now, might as well take advantage of that. So old socks and underwear he'd outgrown, and piles of paper he'd brought home from school but no longer needed, and old shoes, and junk, got bagged and tossed. I also decided since we were doing such a big cleanout, and he stays most motivated if he's not the only one working, I'd do a ton of cleaning around the apartment. Litterbox, carpets, kitchen, bathroom, more laundry than you could shake a stick at, including the bed linens...tons of work. Followed by a trip to Walmart (ugh) where I bought kiddo a couple of air mattresses for now. I didn't want to spend a ton of money on a proper bed right now, this is the cheap solution, and he'd agreed to it. Assuming they last and continue to hold air (always questionable) we'll have them around later on for guests, which is useful if one of the kids has a friend over or something.

Exhausted at the end of all this, I fell sound asleep for a nap, and only woke up when Zen showed up to watch Game of Thrones, earlier than I'd expected him. Others seem to think this last episode was a good episode, but man I hate Cersei and I'm not loving what's going on right now...but I do understand you have to make winning difficult for the good guys and sustain the conflict. *sigh* I wonder what is happening to Theon's sister right now. I am afraid to even ask. I'm betting it is horrible, but I hope she doesn't get the same level of abuse that her brother got. That uncle of theirs is a nasty piece of work.
 
I had, after all of the goings-on of the last weekend, an evening of relaxation yesterday. I napped, I started a jigsaw puzzle, and I didn't do anything resembling work once I got home.

Today I have things to do. I've left a message with my insurance provider to check the cost of adding protection for a storage unit to my renter's policy. I want the cheapest possible coverage, as I seriously doubt I'll have to make a claim, and don't mean to put anything hugely valuable into the unit (there are few things in life I really could not live without, none of them are going into storage.) Once I hear back on that, I'll be reserving a unit so that I can start moving the boxes I am already storing now, into it, and packing more non-essentials away.

I need to pay my bills, that won't take me long. And I need to photograph and list some auctions of GWAR stuff. I've pulled out a bunch of t-shirts, including some more rare ones, that I've decided I can part with. Those alone might get me the money I need. If not, I have other things I can consider selling. I'm short what I had planned to have because I spent a certain amount on that convention, and a certain other amount getting my van worked on. And I would like to not only fundraise enough to get back to my projected needful amount, but perhaps enough for an additional deposit in case they need one (because of my bankruptcy, it's possible.)

I also need to go through my other clothing and see if there is stuff that I just don't wear, but isn't GWAR related, and is in good shape...there is a sort of secondhand store that buys clothing directly and sells it, so no need to wait around on the consignment process.

Maybe, hopefully, after we move, I can do a yard sale, too. I don't want to sell anything on Ebay anymore. I might (or might not) get a better price there, but the fees make me so angry. It isn't worth it.

I wonder if there is a used jewelry shop in town that would give me anywhere close to what something is actually worth. I've got a couple of pieces that might have some value, but I never wear and don't really care for much. So. Cleaning out, and raising cash. That's what it's all about right now.

I really cannot wait to find our new house and move. It is still too soon for the market, for me to really find a place. Inventory moves too fast and the listings I'm seeing are mostly available within the next week or so. They'll be gone fast. But I'm watching. I wish there were more homes being rented out by their actual owners around here, but there aren't. They all go through management companies. Oh, well.
 
Game of Thrones - I hope, hope, hope that Jaime is the one who winds up killing Cersei. That would be the ultimate poetic justice.

Yeah, the one scene I have to say I REALLY liked in that episode of GoT was the conversation at the end of it involving Jaime. That old woman said things he needed to hear. Major foreshadowing and plot development going on in those minutes, that is going to (I think) bear serious fruit in future episodes.
 
Well.

Yesterday evening had a bunch of time wasting that was not as planned. There were awful car crashes all over town, and I have no idea why, the weather was unusually dry and sunny (it is monsoon season here, we've been getting heavy thunderstorms every afternoon and evening.) People just driving like morons I guess. I think that everywhere I've ever lived, people have said "The people here don't know how to drive." Maybe that is true of any place, but in different ways. In Northern Virginia for instance, traffic congestion on the highway is awful, and no one will let you merge. Because people won't just let incoming traffic go ahead of them (zipper-like, one car at a time) traffic winds up coming to a stop, pretty much whenever there is any amount of cars coming onto the road from an on-ramp. It's dumb. Then, in Iowa, despite the fact that winter is no joke up there and the roads are often snowy and icy, you get tons of SUV drivers who seem to think they've got a magical machine that can stop or turn from high speeds on ice and packed snow, and they always end up in the ditch. In California, the drivers terrified me with the high speed tailgating. Here, in Colorado, everybody runs the red lights.

So I wasted an hour sitting in traffic due to a crash, for what should have been a 20 minute drive down to Walmart, before I even got home.

Then once I was home, and had eaten some dinner, I went out on my balcony to smoke. And the latch that locks the glass sliding door moved into place when I shut it, and I didn't realize it until I was trying to get back in, and I couldn't. I was locked out on my balcony. I rang my son's phone and banged on the door but he didn't answer. Finally I noticed that I could see the front door from where I was, and it wasn't locked, and I hailed a passing neighbor to come up, come in my front door, and unlock the balcony door from inside so I could get back in.

My son was fast asleep on his new bed, and hadn't noticed a thing.

By that point, it was 8pm, so I hurried and got my bills paid, and listed a few shirts (bidding is up to $75 so far!) and got my dishes done. I still found time to work on my puzzle. Jigsaw puzzles are one of my favorite solo entertainments. I like them better than TV or movies, but maybe not better than a good book. I have an out of production puzzle, the Ravensburger "Fire Dragon" which is not square, it's the actual shape of the art, irregular like...and I love it. I have seen it being sold for about $50 these days, because I guess this particular puzzle isn't easy to find. But I hope sometime to collect more puzzles of dragons and castles and such.

I don't know what it is about puzzles. Like it's sort of relaxing and zen but also an intensely focused activity. It occupies my whole mind and has me feeling like I am "doing something." And each piece I fit feels so rewarding.

Of course I am still at odds with the cat, who feels a need to mess with anything that has my attention. Yesterday, after I did my dishes, I turned around and he was lying in "cat loaf" position, all paws tucked under him, in the actual puzzle box on top of the pieces. He looked at me like, "What?"
 
Yesterday evening, I finished my beautiful puzzle. It's this one:

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I really want, eventually, to find more lovely dragon puzzles. Dragons, castles, gargoyles, stuff like that...especially the ones that are irregularly shaped, and 1,000 pieces or so, are what I'll be looking for. (Hint, hint, to anybody I know IRL who reads this blog, I only have a couple good puzzles and this is an easy gift that even if you buy me only one for like $10 on Amazon, I'll act like you just handed me the moon. Puzzles are freaking joy in a box for me.)

And my ex said I was hard to shop for. Psh. Striped socks and puzzles. I'm the easiest person in the world to give cheap gifts to. That's the deal with me and gifts...really extravagant gifting hits me with a twinge of stress, but when someone finds some inexpensive little thing that also jives with my own particular tastes, I love it. I've been known to go a bit overboard in my gifting, sometimes, but I'm usually good at finding things that are right for people. Some are a little tricky though. Zen is difficult because he's a collector. I think of something he might like, but then I wonder if he's already got it stashed away somewhere. But I've found a few ideas that worked. Q, my 15 year old, is hard to buy for. Even though he constantly wants things. He wants things right when he wants them, and if one waits until a holiday, odds are good he will have lost interest by the time we get there. He phases in and out of themes and interests very quickly, and something he treasured in the past will be out of vogue with him before long. I wish he could have stuck with the pirate theme though, that we had going when he was little. It was cool, I had a Ninja and a Pirate who were forever waging small battles Spy vs. Spy style in my life.

(Spoiler: The Pirate tends to start trouble, but the Ninja always wins.)

So. Puzzle complete in three evenings. Then I went to Zen's house, and we got some of his stuff boxed up and moved into his storage unit. Every effort along these lines feels like a big step toward success. I should be able to get my storage unit fairly soon, and start putting my stuff into it, and I don't expect it to be as major an undertaking as what we're dealing with in Zen's corner...but then, I also do have to tackle the problem of Ninja's stuff that is piled up in our family friend's basement. I am sure a lot of that is trash, and should be thrown out, and that is going to be a serious project.

I am wondering how it's going to go with Zen living with my cat, and hope there aren't problems. The cat can be kind of a pain sometimes. Especially when he thinks I should get up at 4AM to feed him (I get up at 5AM to feed him and not a minute sooner!) For reasons like this, I really hope that we get a 4 bedroom house, and Zen can shut the cat out of his bedroom. I won't shut the cat out of my sleeping space. I am his human, and a cat needs to have a certain closeness with his human. He's never had a big problem with being denied access to my sons' rooms, but he needs to be able to be in mine, and to prowl the rest of the house. I can always spend time with Zen in his room. The ideal setup in my thinking would be a two story house with a full finished basement. Two bedrooms upstairs, typical kitchen/dining/living room on the main floor, and 2 bedrooms and a family room downstairs. Full baths upstairs and down, and a half bath on the main level. That would be absolute perfection. Will we get that? No idea, in this market. We'll have to wait and see how it all works out. I can think of ways for us to live comfortably in layouts that aren't perfect, though.

So I was under the impression from talking to others and looking online, that even if I am making my payments timely on my van, since I didn't reaffirm the loan and it's not reporting on my credit and the loan company can't really do collections activity on me if I default...that they would be able to simply repossess the van after I got my discharge whenever they wanted. Even if my payments were in good order. I asked my lawyer about this, and he said that NO, in this state they can not do that. As long as I'm making my payments on time, they can't repo my van. So I should be safe to just hold it a while and look at the payments as an expense, something like a lease, rather than a debt to be paid off. Then, whenever I want, I can get a new (used) car and surrender this one with no consequences. We'll see how it continues to run. The main reason I'd get rid of it, is if a major repair like transmission work came up. I will not drop thousands of dollars into this vehicle like I did my old one, when there is an easy way out.

And finally, a report on the weather, with a nod and a wink to Kevin and his weather blogging. It's actually cold outside! We went from a high in the 80s yesterday to one in the 60s today. It feels like a case of the "first world problems" to complain about temps in the 60s, but it feels like fall out there, not summer. With my son starting school again in just 2 weeks, even more so. When I was a kid, school always went from September, to June. My kids go from August to May, and that is odd to me. Not sure why it's different, and I wonder if the areas where I grew up still go in September, or if the whole country has shifted the school year schedule... I really wish the kids could go to school year round, but with more "breaks" scheduled in or perhaps a shorter school week. I've always felt like a long summer vacation is just time for them to forget things, and I remember summers being incredibly boring. I remember feeling like the summer stretched on longer than the school year, even though I knew in my mind it wasn't true.

Well. Enough musings, hope everyone has a nice Thursday!
 
So there is a thing, one of these little social things that happens, that only in recent years are people starting to point at, and say, "So wtf is up with this?"

It's a phenomenon that happens a lot in the professional world. Where women's voices just aren't really heard, or given the kind of weight men's are sometimes.

Thing is, mostly when I hear about this, the picture is a bunch of men ignoring some woman. Today this happened to me, but it was a woman who gave me my "WTF?" moment.

There had been a conversation going on regarding how to set up a property in our system with certain coding. 3 men and 2 women were previously talking. The question was coming from one of the women. A particular man first gave a wrong answer. Then was corrected by one of the other men. Then he said he needed certain information, or to call the utility provider to answer the question.

Eventually I got looped into the conversation, as it was related to a batch of data I compile and send out monthly anyhow. The question...it was not that hard. I Googled it, and from a page from the utility's website, combined with a piece of information about the geography of the property in question (also easy to get from Google) I was able to "Reply All" and answer the question pretty easily.

A couple of hours of silence ensued. Eventually I got, from one of the women, "OK let's go with that until we hear otherwise." (Implying you will hear otherwise?) and then a few minutes later from the same woman, "I know it's a little crazy trying to put some of the pieces together on some of these!" No, it's really not. I Googled it and had an answer for you, which I am 100% confident is correct, in about five minutes.

But hey, it wasn't a man's answer, so...she had to take this apologetic tone...

Then another email, from one of the men: "Sounds good!" ~Explain, explain, explain~ So here is the answer!

He had, in his own words, regurgitated the answer I gave. The exact same answer.

The woman's reply this time? Instant, and "Thanks!"

You could almost feel her relief that she finally got a male answer, so the issue did not any longer have to be "a little crazy."

Women, totally doing this silliness to other women. Nice.

Reminds me of the other night at the club, where a female friend of mine was standing around and heard some guys needing an extension cord. Three times, louder each time, she told them where they were and even offered to go get them one. They utterly ignored her. She gave up and walked away and left them to find a man who knew where the extension cords were (they were asking a dude, and he didn't really know, but was going to find out or something.)

I respond to these incidents not with outrage or fury, but a bit of a raised eyebrow and a half-smile, because I am starting to notice them. Kinda feel a bit "Wow. You just did the thing."

I must remember to tell my friend about my work incident.
 
Oh man. The ignoring the woman's voice/ needing a man's answer thing is seriously the one thing that is guaranteed to PISS. ME. OFF. I simply cannot let it slide, I will call it out. I'll be sweet as pie about it, because I'm a southern girl... But I will not rest until I've gotten some acknowledgement that yes, a woman gave you the answers you needed already, and you ignored her. "Y'all do realize you could have saved yourself ten minutes if you'd believed that girls can operate extension cords, don't you?"

It's funny, I don't usually think of myself as being particularly intense in my feminism - I'm kinda lazy so it's a belief with very little action behind it. But those moments? When women are being talked over... Or a guy is being condescending explaining something obvious... Oh fuck that. I will say (with my sweetest smile) "i'm going to stop you right there, because the way you're talking, it almost seems like you're assuming a woman couldn't know this stuff! And we both know that's just silly, right?"

No idea if it does any good, but it makes me feel better!
 
It just ain't easy to get a rise outta me. I've put up with too much infuriating shit in my life to get genuinely upset very easily. So that's me, not getting pissed off, just sorta raising an eyebrow.

Another social behavioral...thing...is on my mind this morning, once again due to social media. There was an article about a little girl who had a Japanese style tea party, where her Mom made her up and put her in a Kimono, and they tried to make it as "authentic" as possible. A bunch of (probably white) people wanted to call them out about cultural appropriation. A single Japanese person came along and said, "You're all being stupid, there is nothing wrong with this. In Japan, we encourage tourists to participate in such things, we sell Kimono to them, and in fact our own culture is nothing but a mishmash of other cultures anyhow. There's nothing wrong with someone wanting to respectfully learn about and explore the customs of other people." And I breathed a sigh of relief that someone finally put into words something I have struggled with, my discomfort at many of the things people get offended by and the way in which they do.

Sometimes your gut can tell, "OK" from "not ok." The white kids playing cowboys and Indians...you know, we could teach our kids better than that. It's sort of mockingly playing off a stereotype. Use it as a learning opportunity. Blackface makeup was never ok. I feel like we need to examine the spirit behind the act. Is it meant to honor another culture? Or to mock them? Is it a horrible caricature? Or a work of homage? Is it done in respect, or disrespect? This stuff matters, in my opinion.

Though I must say that dealing with a bunch of dirty, stupid rednecks (and I'm sorry, but they were) in Kentucky when we had a flea market booth there, back in the late 90's...every damned one of them was trying to tell me their great great grandma was a "Cherokee Princess" and I wanted to throw things at them. I'm not sure I am offended more by the "cultural appropriation" or just the stupid. Of course, for all I know, maybe there was just the one legit Cherokee "princess" and she's an ancestor to everybody in the county, since they all sleep with their cousins. See, I can get away with that...being insulting as heck to white rural folks. I could say that in my most "enlightened" and "woke" of social circles, and not a one of them would care. It's kinda true. But then, so are some other stereotypes. I have known Mexican illegal immigrants who played loud music, crammed tons of people into cars and houses, and kept a yard full of beer cans and goats. I've known black neighborhoods that really weren't safe, and were rife with gang activity.

Where this first struck me as interesting was when I moved from Virginia to Cincinnati, OH. In Virginia, my high schools were very diverse, had a large black population, and the races tended mostly to segregate themselves. There was legit racism on every possible side, and for me as a white person to reach out a hand in friendship to many of the black people I knew would have probably ended in violence to me. I didn't mind having them around, they did not want me around. But of course there is nothing wrong with their hostility, it is entirely warranted because of privilege or history or whatever, I don't know. All I do know is that I want badly to be compassionate and caring to pretty much every human I encounter. I'm on more of a mission here to make friends, not enemies. I could only accept that they did not want my white ass around, and keep my distance. Of course if one were to point to the fact of me avoiding black people, that would be seen as racism on my part. I'm really not sure what I was supposed to be doing.

Yet there were Confederate flags flying, on trucks and barns and houses, in the country parts of VA, and heck it is at least partly a southern state. Plenty of folks there will argue it's a symbol of being rebellious and hasn't anything to do with racism. I have heard it all. It's common enough that nobody cares, I guess.

Then I moved to Cincinnati, and I was in a high school in a fairly affluent suburb. There were maybe a handful of non-white kids in that school for every hundred white ones.

We had a debate, in one of my classes, about how out in the countryside of Ohio somewhere, a farmer had painted a Confederate flag on the roof of his barn. Literally every single kid in that class was white, and literally every one of them but me was horrified. You might as well have told them that this guy was actually enslaving black people to work his land, that's how horrified they were. As a kid from VIRGINIA, I was like...um...so? He's just some redneck, who cares? Don't you have rednecks in Ohio? He probably doesn't even think it's about racism. Some of 'em don't, you know?

Nope, his intent matters for naught. That flag means slavery, just like you can't display anything like a swastika even though I've heard it was an ancient Navajo symbol, and possibly also used in Buddhism, no...that symbol means one thing, and it's EVIL. Intent does not matter to the offended.

And the offended are often not the downtrodden at all. They are doing something I have seen the alt-right call, "virtue signaling." Trying to prove that hey...they are ok, see...they are very offended by the insensitive gestures of their fellow white folks. Hm. I'm trying to figure out how I feel about this. I have...questions.

When I posted the story about the girl and her Japanese tea party, one of my liberal friends said, "Sorry, just because one Japanese person says that is ok, does NOT make it ok. This is racism plain and simple." She is one of the whitest people I know. Like, "hide from the sun" white. So evidently, white outrage is even more important than someone of the actual culture's opinion, now. What does that mean? Is THAT ok, I wonder?

How do we figure out if something is actually offensive or not, when surely we aren't going to all agree about it? I mean, if intent doesn't matter, and nobody cares if you're trying to be respectful...how do we know? How is one voice louder than another? Is something offensive because one person is offended? Ten? A thousand? Does it matter if they are of the group in question, or can it be anybody?

This is frankly the kind of conversation I think a lot of people should be having. Because the need to tread delicately around anyone who is in any way different from them has got a lot of white people throwing their hands in the air and voting for Trump. Seriously, you want Trump, because this is how we get Trump. People who didn't really want to be jerks to anyone but dammit, they just can't seem to win, every time they turn around, somebody is offended by something, or so it seems to them. How much easier is it, to say that everybody not like you is just somehow your enemy, so you don't have to care what they think, because trying to care about every single shade of possible offense is exhausting and it gets to be too damn much. And at the end of the day no matter how hard you try, you still cannot be considered ally or friend, because you have "privilege" or were born to the oppressing group.

I want nothing more than for humanity to somehow embrace one another as fellow humans first, and actually celebrate our diversities second. But my opinion in this is not universally held by a long shot. Maybe human tribal wiring will win out no matter what. That saddens me.

But I know a white woman who went to live in Africa in the middle of nowhere with an actual tribe of tribal people, and they welcomed her, and assimilated her in, she wore their clothes, spoke their language, ate their food. She was with the Peace Corps. She brought back video. There was a lot of joy in that experience, for her. She also brought back a bunch of the fabric they use for practically everything, and recipes...her welcome home party involved her serving (and my picky ass not eating) these tribal foods. Everything about it seemed positive. But I have a feeling I've got friends who would look for reasons it's "not ok."

Finally, on the subject of cultural appropriation. My friend Supernova, who is a rather complicated ethnic blend...black, white, Puerto Rican, Native (and possibly more, I'm not really sure)... is one who has gotten on my case about cultural appropriation. In his thinking, something like a white girl putting a feather in her hair because it's pretty, is offensive as hell. I didn't bother to mention to him that I have made dreamcatchers and have several in my room. Not a few days after this rant he threw at me...he said something about how awesome tacos are and how everybody should celebrate Taco Tuesday. Now can you tell me, how this appropriation business applies to a trivial hair accessory, but not food, and while we're at it, not music either? I seriously wanted to tell him I couldn't eat tacos anymore, as I am of European descent, and would have to celebrate crumpet Tuesday in order to not be offensive. Jackass. Ya know, how about we can just tell when people are being arseholes and when they clearly are not, otherwise just generally try to be nice to each other. That would be great.
 
Well, this weekend was pretty awful.

It started out ok. Had Friday night with Zen, we ate at a BBQ place and then wandered around Pier 1 just kinda looking at stuff. He had a notion to be curious about what I might take notice of, and my decorating tastes, since we are about to move in together. Well he should know well enough, he's spent time in my apartment. It is decorated...well...the way I decorate. Some blend of Halloween props, GWAR memorabilia, my dead Aunt's knick-knacks, and the odd pop culture reference (Vigo!) thrown in there. With LED string lights and lambskin rugs.

I enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning with him, love, sex, happiness...and we were about to have breakfast at one of my favorite breakfast places when Old Wolf got a hold of me.

The renters in our former home, and close family friends...maybe I have mentioned them, I'm not sure. They are a poly family, MFM and about 3 months ago, she gave birth to the sixth and seventh children to join the household, the twin boys. Well Saturday morning, one of them was discovered dead. He had passed in the night, of unknown causes.

I finished my breakfast, while I reached out to Fire and cleared all of my other plans for the day, and then headed down there. I spent pretty much the rest of the day there.

Now, this is horrible on its own. The death of an adorable 3 month old baby who had been healthy and charming the world just the day before... But it got worse. Because the authorities have to investigate it as a homicide, until it is proven not to be. The other kids were sent off to a grandparent's house, and the rest of us (the adults of the family, the other twin baby, and the family friends and extended relatives who showed up in support) had to stay out in the yard and driveway all day long, we were not allowed in. There were homicide detectives, regular police, crime lab people, coroners, victims' advocates, and a child protective services lady there. They photographed every inch of the inside of the house. They took people off alone and made them give statements and fill out paperwork. Hours and hours. And still, the baby was in the house.

A news reporter showed up, and we ran her off. She tried to just drive down the block and set up a long range camera to get images of the house, and one of the relatives went down there and read her the riot act. She finally left for good.

At one point, the crime lab folks headed in with a bunch of empty bags and boxes, and the family demanded to know what they were doing...they said they had to collect items for testing. They took everything to do with the baby, along with all of the bedding from the adults' bed as well. "Will we get these things back? I would like to have my baby's blanket back..." No. Evidence is destroyed after testing. Emotional meltdown. You know, they could have warned her earlier that they'd have to do this. Give her a chance to come to grips with it. But no. And they weren't allowed to touch or hold him, but they had to go in and "reenact" everything they did the night before and the morning they discovered him dead...and as far as I know this was before they had even removed the baby from the house.

The whole thing was so horrible.

At one point I was at least able to do something useful, which was a huge relief after a day of helplessly standing around outside...when I found out they were taking all of the adults' bedding, I asked the family if I could go buy them some new bedding right now...and they said that would probably be helpful. I ran to Walmart and got them a bunch of new sheets and blankets. It was just a bit better than doing nothing, because there is nothing you can do. Though I do believe that all of the love and support that showed up for them made a good impression on the CPS lady, she said that while big families aren't very common anymore, this looked like a very healthy family with a lot of love and support and that she was glad that there was nothing she needed to do here, that this was a horrible tragedy and she was getting no hint of neglect, abuse, or anything she would have to get involved for. So...there's that.

I stayed until everyone else...the whole investigative circus, and all of the support crew...had left, and finally when things were quiet and it looked like the family were trying to settle in for the evening, I left. It was still early enough, so I went to Voodoo and did my shift there volunteering on the door, which I had agreed to do but then backed out of tentatively, since when some shit like this happens you just drop everything and deal with it. But there was some miscommunication and a malfunctioning and battery depleted phone going on, and I didn't get through properly to Zen about my plans, so he did not come down. About 9:30 or so when I finally had my phone charged back up and could talk to him, I decided just to leave the party and go hang out at his place a while.

It's weird, I mean...the feelings of an event like this don't really register the way you would think, for anyone involved, at first. Even the family...they had their moments of tears and all, but there was just a big part of their emotional state that was blank and lost. A confusion. And as for me, I only felt drained and exhausted...and I'm still coming back from that.

Maybe it's too woo-woo a thing for me to really put into words, but I am usually a very calm person, and my calm is sort of contagious. I tend to kinda ground out others when they're feeling turbulent. I've been called "a rock" (emotionally speaking) by many unrelated people I have been close to, whatever that means. But after being around big emotional states for a while I am usually very tired. So, yesterday, I had a list of things I wanted to do with my day, but I didn't get a lot of them done. I reached a point where I decided to be kind to myself and just stop and rest. Then Zen came over, and we watched Game of Thrones, which, as anyone who watches it knows, was FREAKING AMAZING. One of the best episodes I've seen yet, in my opinion. It was so good we watched it a second time right after the first, just to make sure we didn't miss anything.

And it's officially allergy season. I am convinced that this one particular sort of pine tree (or something like it) does something in August and September that sets off my allergies. Like I'll wake up, and the window has been open all night to let a bit of cool night air in, and these stupid trees are everywhere here, we had one at the old house and I've got them on the grounds of my apartment complex...and I just wake up sneezing and itching, it's miserable. This can start anywhere from late July to August, and usually lasts through late September. *sigh* Feh.

I wish I had found time yesterday to work on my art. I meant to. But I just could not muster the right mindset to do it.
 
How awful! To lose a child, and then to be preemptively treated as criminals? I can't imagine how painful that must be.

How in the world did the media get wind of this? Infants pass from SIDS fairly often. It's always tragic but not uncommon. Does the police do this with every such instance? Or just the poly ones?

Ok, I'm throwing questions at you now and that's not helpful, I'm sure.

I'm sorry, Spork. I'm glad you could help the family out with your presence and your actions.
 
How awful! To lose a child, and then to be preemptively treated as criminals? I can't imagine how painful that must be.

How in the world did the media get wind of this? Infants pass from SIDS fairly often. It's always tragic but not uncommon. Does the police do this with every such instance? Or just the poly ones?

Ok, I'm throwing questions at you now and that's not helpful, I'm sure.

I'm sorry, Spork. I'm glad you could help the family out with your presence and your actions.

They said it was standard procedure with SIDS death, to investigate it this way, but they could have just been saying that. I mean, this family is a bit unconventional. They are poly, they are kinky (collar and all) they have a lot of kids and pets, and a house crammed full of stuff. They don't exactly put off a "respectable folks" kind of vibe. I am deeply thankful that the CPS lady didn't think this raised red flags, she was able to see that unusual or not, there is a lot of love there. She had the power to take their other children away then and there if she'd though she had a reason to. A more narrow-minded official almost certainly would have.

But honestly, how can they know a child has not been murdered, if they don't investigate for the possibility? I think they probably have to, at least to some extent. At least they did not try to arrest anyone, or make anyone come to be questioned at the station, or take any of the other kids. Those were the kinds of outcomes we were most afraid of.

As for the news...well, the official authorities assured us that they had switched all of their communications to frequencies that the news did not monitor, and only ONE reporter vehicle showed up, not all the channels. So I kind of wonder, either they just follow the police cars around, or else one of the neighbors called the news to come, maybe because they were nosy themselves...wanted to find out what was going on, but didn't want to come over and ask. We had curious neighbors cruising by real slow, and peeking out windows, and such all day long.

And I get it...I mean, if something like this were happening on my street, with cops and coroners and crime lab everywhere, I'd be curious, too.

I have checked Google today to see if there was any news report actually released, and I am not seeing anything. I'm thankful for that. Again...I get it, freedom of the press and everything...but still.
 
Well, the family has been posting on Facebook, and they have talked to their other children. Mom is taking it reasonably well (on the outside) but probably because she feels like she's got to keep it together for everyone else. Kind of a Mom thing.

I skipped a discussion group I normally go to every month last night. Just did not feel like going out. I stayed home and went through some of my stuff. I got rid of some old clothes I didn't want anymore, the stuff that wasn't in condition to sell or donate I threw out, I have a box in the car to try to sell, or donate...and I began the project of going through my papers and filing, throwing stuff away and shredding. Mentally planning my move process... I think I'm going to have my older son get himself situated back on my couch when it's time, and do the moving of his things first...he is already used to living without all that stuff, anyways. I should have most of my decorative, storage, and extraneous personal items of my own stashed in a storage unit to be moved in after the fact, so I'll be able then to begin work on the apartment things, and Zen's stuff (whatever isn't in storage.) Last will be the storage units. It'll be a lot of work but I think I'm approaching it in as organized a manner as I can here. I'm planning to take some time off work, as soon as I have a date where I can start putting things into the house.

And I keep watching the market. I haven't seen anything so perfect yet that it's worth trying to apply for it, we probably will have to wait until close to the end of this month to really work on that part. Houses are just turning so quickly that there's no real point in looking too far in advance, since we won't be able to put in deposit and rent and all, until September. But I'm keeping an eye on things.

Auctions on my GWAR shirts are going alright. So that's good.
 
*sigh*

I made the mistake of trying to converse in the "Relationships" subforum I used to post in before I came here, which I know was a mistake, I mean I came to hate it before. The damn "muggles" made me mad. I should totally know better. Why do I beat my head on a wall?

What is sad to me right now, this makes me question my thought that being a sex and relationship counselor would be cool. I just don't agree with normal people about what a healthy relationship looks like. I really do not.

- "Which is worse, snooping or cheating?"
Me: I couldn't say. They both suck. Trust is paramount in a relationship, cheating obviously is a violation of it. Snooping, though, is treating your partner as though you're some sort of morally superior authority over them, and that they are an enemy or opponent of some sort. It demonstrates that you don't think they are a good person (why are you with them?) and you don't trust them. Don't trust me? Don't be in a relationship with me. I don't need to be seen that way. Also, I hold my partner's right to privacy as sacred, and I'd never violate it. If my partner had a secret, he would tell me when he was ready, or not at all. And either way I respect his needs. I am his safe harbor, safe from judgment. He can tell me anything. And I, him. So I would be more concerned in a cheating situation, as to why my partner had to lie. But then...I've been poly and I'm mentally flexible enough to be ok with my partner wanting another partner, if he did. Trust though, is everything. And lacking trust in me is at least as bad as violating my trust. If you feel like you need to sneak and snoop in my phone, emails, diary, etc. then just break up with me. You don't trust me, so there is no point. Unless you can tell me you are feeling insecure, own it as your own thing, and we can work through it...at which time I might VOLUNTEER my passwords to make you feel better, because I care. But hey. That's me.

Them: Well cheating is really bad, and sometimes you gotta snoop to know if they cheating so you can break up with them. There can be good reasons to snoop if they act suspicious.

/facepalm

- "Is it wrong to be friends with a married man?"
Well the topic drifted into "can men and women even be friends if they aren't gay or old or ugly, with no sexual motive involved?"

Of course, most of the muggles say "no."

Of course I think that attraction =/= intent. I get incredibly offended at the notion that a person is like an object that another person can just pick up and steal. That if flirting or attraction is present, sex will inevitably follow. That if a man wants a friend, he'll talk to other men, and the only reason he talks to women is to try to get sex, and if she isn't game to offer him that, she has wronged him by wasting his time. What the fuck even.

I can't imagine how it would be for me in the kink scene if I tried to angrily cold-shoulder every man who was attracted to me or who flirted with me. That would be weird, like, bordering on crazy. I think these people must have only a handful of close friends, and not give a rat's patoot about the rest of the world, and usually spend their time at home. They don't seem to be capable of envisioning large scale social behavior.

Oh but clearly me trying to explain that flirtation from a friend, or affection with friends, doesn't mean sex is inevitable, I do still get a say in it, and if I could be faithful to a man I didn't even like for 18 years I am pretty sure I can manage not to swoon over the oh, so smooth pickup lines of the men in my social world...not to fall for their pelvic sorcery hypnosis schemes...especially when I'm now with a man I'm completely in love with! I mean seriously though. They are saying that if your male friend wants sex, well...you better run before he gets you! Being his friend is just, well, it's gonna happen sometime! So are muggles basically like animals who have no control at all over their urges, or what?

They claim that these things are just reality, and how the world works.

As in every other thread, they carry on about how horrible the opposite sex is and how hard dating is, and how lonely they are, and how jacked up their relationships are, or how they've given up on love, etc.

I'm happy. I think I win. <middle finger in their general direction>

But seriously folks, could I even be a sex/relationships sort of counselor person if the muggle methods of relating make me nuts like this? I wonder! Maybe I should keep pondering the matter of what to eventually try to do with my life here...
 
But seriously folks, could I even be a sex/relationships sort of counselor person if the muggle methods of relating make me nuts like this? I wonder!
That probably would cause some problems ;)
Hey Spork, I thought about you when I was watching last weeks video on actualized.org (I watch them all), wondered if you'd like it (but maybe it's not for you for whatever reason).
I mean, you could do relationship counselling (although I guess you'd still have to go a long way there), but it seems your dragons are a great passion :)
 
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