The story of Spork.

I recommend it to people.

And trust me, the leadership of the site does not want to shut it down. But it's going to depend very much on whether they can finance the ongoing operation of it, even if the credit card companies won't play ball.

Like, I was able to go in and make the donation to support the site, that allows you to see videos and further back in time on feeds and content...but only by putting in not only my bank info, but the last 4 of my social!! :eek:

But hey. If nothing else maybe I'm making a statement, even if I wind up on a list of degenerates somewhere, I dunno. But the thing is, this is not only cumbersome, but it is going to create enough of a security concern for enough members of the site that they won't want to contribute now...and it's bad for Fetlife's bottom line.

Or maybe the inverse will happen, because I put off supporting the site ("I have more important things to spend my money on") until it came under threat...then I felt like it was more important than ever, so I went ahead and took the risk and chipped in. Maybe they'll have at least a temporary increase in contributions while the controversy remains afoot...
 
Wow never had something ask for lost 4 digit of a social just for a payment or donation. That's a bit extensive. I hope it all gets sorted out.
 
Wow never had something ask for lost 4 digit of a social just for a payment or donation. That's a bit extensive. I hope it all gets sorted out.

It is. Though of course it's not needful to simply join. That is free. You get quite a lot for free there, really.

I'm just really conscious of "voting with my dollars." If there's something I really feel strongly about, I try to put some money where my mouth is.

Well. If you wind up joining and you would like a friend, PM me here and I'll give you my fetname. I don't like to put it out on the board, but I am not TOO finicky about who I share it with.
 
Auctions of GWAR memorabilia are going fairly well. Since I am allowed to sell my assets for fair market value in order to pay my bankruptcy lawyer, but beyond that I'm not supposed to be selling stuff, I figure I'll try my best to finance the entirety of my bankruptcy costs with sold memorabilia, instead of scraping and saving to pay him out of my own funds.

So it's just a matter of what I'm willing to part with. Some of it is easy. Garments like shirts and jackets that are either ill fitting or I just don't really love them, I can sell without feeling too rough over it. But I've got an entire set of the miniature figures game, "Rumble in Antarctica"...yes, GWAR put out a tabletop RPG (like Dungeons & Dragons) with cool little metal figures, and some are rare, and I have not only all of them, and the book, but also a promotional t-shirt that was used during advertisement of the game at a convention at some point. I am told that if I decide to part with it, I should try and keep the collection intact...but I don't know what anyone would pay for it. $300-500 maybe? A big chunk of the money I still owe that lawyer.

But they're so cool.

I mean, what other band has done such a thing?

I have no interest in ever playing the game, and I'm too worried about value to even paint the figures, so they've just been hoarded away in a drawer for years, though. So I'm unsure.

I think I'll wait and see how the rest of my auctions do, first. If I still need money after trying to sell all of the shirts I can part with, and maybe some other odds and ends...I'll consider it.

....

Actually I just decided to post a list of what I have, in a collector group on Facebook and ask what people might be willing to pay for the entire lot. If anyone offers me $500, I'll take 'em up on it. We'll see though.

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In other news. I am proud of myself. I broke through all of my hesitations and "I don't feel like it maybe" state and I started the concept sketches for that painting. Like, I had the canvas prepared and it looked DAMN sexy, but then the next step is to draw the dragon I'm trying to put onto it, and that step has the potential to flail out somewhat if I can't get the drawing the way I want it. I had a few "try and fail" pages of paper wasted, but finally the gears got into alignment and started turning nice like. I completed a very satisfactory workup of what I'm trying to accomplish here, and the next phase is to transfer the guiding sketch from the small paper to the big canvas. Man what I wouldn't give for a projector! But I can manage. Mainly I needed the concept to work from.

Note to self...after we move into a home with more workspace, check into the cost of a projector...the overhead kind they use in schools...I could transfer any size sketch to any size canvas and then paint, it would be SO useful... Yeah, I totally took for granted everything I had access to in high school. The kinds of paper cutters you coud hack a finger off with if you weren't careful. Shop tools. Workbenches, with clamps. UV sterilizing cabinets for safety glasses. Nice big tables with smooth surfaces. Man even finding the space to make anything is hard as an adult! Damn kids. Don't know how good they have it. I swear. Youth is SO wasted on the young.

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I have lunch today with Zen, so that's good. I was considering going to a new "mid week play party" they're doing at the club...but really need and want to work on my art project, so I don't think I will. I've got stuff going on the rest of the week, so I should make use of the time I've got while I've got it.
 
How delightfully annoying.

I posted that list of my collection of stuff for that miniatures game, right? I was thinking, well...if someone offered me $500 for the lot, I'd take 'em up on it. But I don't really expect that. Thing is...I don't WANT to sell them, but if someone offered me enough cash I could be persuaded. $500 is basically the high end of the reasonable range. You could get maybe a little more than that by selling them separately...not much, but a little.

I got one PM offering me $300, after several guys asked if I wouldn't please sell them individual pieces they needed. I had said I didn't want to part out the set. Lawdy. These boys just don't listen!

Maybe I'll wind up keepin' my toys!

Also, from the Facebooks:

"Without submissives, Dominants would just be lonely misfits, hanging around the house threatening to spank the cat."

What?
 
For some reason, for most of yesterday, I thought it was Wednesday. Even though I was cognizant enough that it was Tuesday, to make agreed-upon lunch plans with Zen, for the rest of the day, I was pretty sure it was Wednesday. It was like I had in my mind, that Tuesday was my lunch with my love and after that happened the day might as well have been done? I have no idea. But this was me yesterday afternoon....

Q: "I am not sure if I'll want to stay after school on Wednesday..."
Me: "Today is Wednesday."
Q: "No, it's not. It's Tuesday."
Me: "I'm pretty sure it's Wednesday."
Q: "You're wrong."

He then pulls out his phone and proves it. Good on him. I have no idea what I was thinking.

I did work on the painting some last night. I'm getting the image transferred on, which is in white paint on the black surface and I'm just using that as a guide, because next I'll be sculpting, using various paper-maché based techniques, the image up off the surface in three dimensions. Then I'll be painting the whole deal. There will be a number of layers of sculpt and skin and paint and sealant and more paint and more sealant, I'm sure. I'm considering using craft foam as a skin layer and using an X-Acto knife to cut "scales" in, which then I could seal over and try to get a really textile reptilian effect. I want this painting to be very touchable. Of course in the long, long run, I'm not sure what effect it will have if people are constantly touching it, because it invites it by looking so interestingly textured...but I figure I won't be the owner 20 years from now, so it probably will not be my problem.

Zen offered to help me resize my sketch using equipment at his work, which I appreciate, but even using my old techniques of direct image transfer...mainly, because it's a black surface, I'd almost have to paint the area white first to get the dark outline of a graphite-transfer to even show up... I am good to just eyeball it. But I find it wonderful to have such a thoughtful lover who wants to help. Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how rare some of his more considerate behavior is, when it comes to how many guys act. I mean, some guys get it, but an awful lot really don't. I guess maybe he knows, given how his friend can be... My Zen is a very special man. And I am thankful.

The cat wants to "help" with the painting. I keep having to shoo him off. He eventually settles for "cat loaf" pose about a couple of feet away where he can supervise. I have newspaper underneath of the painting, so that paint won't get on the carpet (it's a big piece, I have it propped against a shelf, and I sit on the floor to work on it. I have space restrictions to deal with...but I make it work.) and of course Nimbus the cat has discovered that the newspaper makes lots of great noise when he digs at it. So he was doing this at like 4 this morning. And I yelled at him, and he kept on, so I got up and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck (and under his chest) and chucked him (gently) into the hall and shut the door. Went back to bed. After I got up at 5 and fed him, I decided to lie down for another 15 minutes or so, and I left the door open. He came back in and started pawing the paper again. I yelled at him again. This time, he stopped. When I got up, he was sitting in cat-loaf mode a short distance from the paper, waiting for me to get out of bed.

Seems that "cat loaf" is his "fine, you won't let me do what I want, I'll just wait over here" position. It's for when he is trying very hard to be a good boy, and be patient. Incidentally, he also does this when I'm eating, he'll come up close and sit in "cat-loaf" and wait for me to finish and give him a bite if it's something he can eat. But he knows I won't give him a bite until I'm done.

You know, I've always felt like cats are pretty basic creatures. I mean, I love them but I think that dogs have a more complex intelligence and the POTENTIAL to be smarter. The difference, is that you've got to program a dog, to dog properly. Cats come with a lot of cat code pretty much built in. You don't have to train them much, if at all. A dog can do a lot more, but only if they're taught, a cat can do basic cat stuff intuitively, more or less. I mean, we've all heard, I think, about cats needing to learn cat stuff from cat moms. But I've totally seen baby kitties that were orphaned and bottle raised by people, and didn't get cat training from a mama, but still went on to live pretty typical cat lives doing typical cat things.

And yet despite the fact that I just don't think cats are terribly complicated, they've just got so much character, y'know? Sometimes I suspect my cat is far more intelligent than I give him credit for.
 
Cats are pretty smart creatures and plenty of people train them in just the same way as they would train dogs. Search for clicker trained cats on youtube. You'll find loads. :D

Most animals are far smarter than people imagine. There are people training bees right now. Simple tasks but what is interesting about them is that they can learn by observing each other - something that was long thought to be a thing that only higher primates could do. More than that, they can adapt what they have learned to different situations. Here's an article about the trained bees in case you are interested. http://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/blogs/bumblebees-play-golf

I suspect that your cat is far smarter than you imagine him to be.
 
Cats are pretty smart creatures and plenty of people train them in just the same way as they would train dogs. Search for clicker trained cats on youtube. You'll find loads. :D

Most animals are far smarter than people imagine. There are people training bees right now. Simple tasks but what is interesting about them is that they can learn by observing each other - something that was long thought to be a thing that only higher primates could do. More than that, they can adapt what they have learned to different situations. Here's an article about the trained bees in case you are interested. http://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/blogs/bumblebees-play-golf

I suspect that your cat is far smarter than you imagine him to be.

Well you know. It's that thing, he probably thinks I'm an idiot half the time, too, y'know? I was there the time he couldn't find the moth, which was on the kitchen counter, so I put him on the counter and I showed him the moth. He tried to attack it, but it flew and landed on his butt, and he twisted around to bite at it so fast he very nearly fell right off the counter. By the time he'd regained his balance, the moth was gone elsewhere.

He's either kind of a genius supervillain, or an adorable floofy derp. Flip a coin. *shrug*
 
Another round of auctions...I'm almost halfway to my goal in paying the lawyer. Good stuff!

Decided that if I do decide to sell the game with the figures, I will auction them off individually. That will get me the highest amount of money. The one guy offering me $300 was kind of insulting. He said "I'll pay good $$" and then threw a lowball offer at me. Nah bro. You can fight it out with the others in an auction environment if that's how it's gonna be. No deal.

There was this other matter... Let me tell ya 'bout my friend Cody...

Cody is a train wreck, no two ways about it. He has left the devastation of poor life choices like the path of a tornado in his wake. Yet honestly, I feel sorry for the guy, and at least a bit admire him. He had cancer, had multiple surgeries, and during all of that he was a millwright. In other words, a laborer who dismantles, moves, assembles, and repairs large machinery and structures. The guy has ALWAYS been kind of a hard working survival badass. That, I admire. His work ethic and perseverance.

He is GWAR people, a longterm fan of the band, I've known him online for ages, and first met him in person on one of my trips back to VA in...2012? I think? Feels like I've known him a long time. He's covered in tattoos, he's been to prison, he hooked up with a woman and got her pregnant...they were happy, but then not, explosions of drama and violence, she took her drug addicted pregnant self off elsewhere and they fought it out with lawyers. He begged and borrowed money from people on social media, but probably spent it on drugs. He got busted for trying to move and sell meth, and went to jail, got out, is now back in the heavy labor in Iowa, cutting down and chipping a tree last I saw.

Anyways, he's one that I would never really allow TOO close, because obviously the guy is involved in some shady stuff...but when I saw him at shows or whatever, I would give him a hug and a few words of encouragement, let him know I saw how hard he worked and was impressed. Sometimes a few kind words go a long way in the life of someone who is struggling. And it costs me nothing.

Well, Cody was bidding on a rare shirt, and another bidder got the best of him. He really wanted the shirt but he said more than that he wanted to help me out with my situation I'm in (I gave him the short version, divorce kinda burned me, lawyer, bankruptcy)...and he was going to surprise me by sending me $100 even if the bidding stopped around 80. Well it occurred to me... I have this jacket, it's a canvas mechanic's jacket with a liner. It was sold to me because it was too small for the collector who had it previously, but Cody is a small, skinny dude. I can't wear it because the sleeves are just a bit too long for me. However, most men even if they aren't BIG men, tend to have broader shoulders, slightly longer arms. So it just might fit Cody. And it's not likely to fit most of the guys in the group where I've been auctioning stuff, but they'd bid on it just because it is SUPER rare. I could see it fetching 100-130, depending on who got involved in the bidding.

So... I offered to sell it to Cody for 100 since he got outbid on the shirt.

He says he has to "figure out how Paypal works." So uh...we'll see?

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On the Facebooks... There was an article about this person called Ohh, who decided to become a "genderless alien." The clickbait has social media all aflutter because it mentioned they might adopt a child. The reason for the mention, was that critics of Ohh's choice to remove their genitals and become truly "genderless" were being responded to in part with the whole "hey, if I want kids I'll just adopt." It wasn't so much "Hey look how shocking, not only am I weird, I'm going to expose kids to my weirdness! Be afraid!!" But of course that's how people were taking it. Well I gleefully jumped into an argument over this. Here is why....

The position that the herd should be outraged and upset by this WEIRD PERSON who is going so far out of their way to be SO HORRIBLY DIFFERENT...they are saying makes Ohh unfit to be a parent and are trying to prop up this assertion with "logical" "concerns" about Ohh's mental health. Being so different, on purpose, gosh we need to slap some sort of a diagnosis on that person. Definitely don't let them be around children. I mean. We can't have kids thinking it's ok to be so different. Before you know it, there will be scary weirdos everywhere you look! Heavens to fucking Betsy already, where will it end??

-.-

I get upset by this, not because this particular case is any of my business...but because it touches on some points that I feel a need to defend on principle.

If you judge books by covers, you're going to have a bad time. Let's start there. I am so sick of "normal" people figuring that people who look different are therefore some sort of a threat. Most murderers and pedophiles look just like average, typical, normal whitebread folks. I sometimes suspect that powerful rich white men at the top (leaders of business and government) deliberately guide social thinking to feel safe and complacent with a certain "normal" appearance because they themselves wish to get away with horrors behind that smokescreen. Hey, no one would suspect a clean cut older gent in a suit of preying upon children, would they? It's surely that black man, that brown man, or that person with a mohawk or a Satanist or the gays, or some WEIRDO...clearly a misfit who does not belong in polite society...THEY are the ones to protect your precious babies from. Politicians? Nah, hand over your spawn to be jostled and smooched. Go ahead. It's a photo op! Trust them. They're famous. Nothing could POSSIBLY go wrong. :rolleyes:

As someone who grew up loving the more colorful of humanity, keeping company with goths, metalheads, punks, geeks, queer and kinky, pagans, heathens, athiests and Satanists, deviants of many flavors...as well as plenty of normalsauce... I know I'd rather trust the ones who look different. While sure there are some like Cody who walk a path fraught with hardship and hazard, there are so many who are smart, sensitive, and deeply GOOD. More to the point, the most "mentally ill" and dangerous, disturbing or scary people I have ever known have always looked reasonably normal, not dramatically different.

I mean, to lure victims, you don't exactly want to look alarming.

So this assumption that uncomfortable difference is some indicator of danger or anything "unhealthy"... It's so false that I feel a need to make a serious effort to push it over, every time I see it rearing its ugly stupid head. I just can't let it be.

Moving on. The pathologizing, the "concerns" about Ohh's mental health, about their "self image distortion, dysmorphia, and addiction to plastic surgery." Oh, let's by all means break this argument.
1. Ohh should be evaluated as to whether they would be a fit parent in exactly the same manner as anyone is prior to adoption.
2. Even if Ohh has diagnosable mental health issues, I know plenty of parents who do, and who are still good parents. Including a close friend who is diagnosed schizophrenic and sort of believes herself to be a fairy. Her son is about to graduate with a full scholarship. Mentally ill does not mean dangerous, or an unfit parent.
3. Most women, especially those of us who have had babies, suffer from "self image distortion" and "dysmorphia" to some degree. Most of us just learn to live with the body image issues and moderate our self loathing somehow. Many struggle with depression. Some, who can afford it, get plastic surgery. A few get EXTENSIVE plastic surgery. Practically all spend time and money trying to look closer to the way they wish they looked. But because a.) they are trying to be "hot" and men support that (sexualization is fine) and b.) they are trying to move closer to "normal" and not further from it... their ability to parent isn't even slightly called into question because of any of this, nor is their mental health, even if in fact their mental health IS questionable sometimes. But by all means. Let's put the freak under a microscope. Clearly, they are asking for it.

NEXT! The main reason I'm pushing back so hard. I don't believe that the things that a person does that don't affect others, justify bad behavior towards them. It's echoed in "she was dressed this way and so she asked for it." And the friend I had with brilliantly colored hair, and the argument that strangers on the street were justified in invading her life with unwanted attention. That looking different justifies rude reactions. No. It does not. A person's tattoos don't give anyone license to touch their skin. No matter what anybody looks like, we all need to learn to be civil. And if you don't, you get to own the fact that you are an asshole, I figure.

I know this argument is a rather liberal one...but see, I've heard conservatives argue that the person who is "asking for it" needs to take personal responsibility for the consequences. And here I am making the argument that the person being a dick to others needs to take personal responsibility for that. And maybe all it amounts to is various people pointing fingers at others and demanding that other people take responsibility for things. The difference though is that one group just wants to be free to look strange or live strange. The other wants the freedom to not see strange people in their environment, apparently. Who is the "snowflake?" Who is demanding a safe space? The person who wants to not be yelled at or harmed, or the one who thinks they have the right to a life of not encountering challengingly different people.

Whose feelings are the more fragile? The "victim"...or the bully?
 
Thanks, Reverie!

The conversation took another interesting philosophical turn for me a few minutes ago.

The poster I'd been arguing with, someone else was saying that this was similar to discussions over whether gay people should be allowed to adopt, and he responded that it's "nothing like that" because gays didn't choose to be gay, they were born that way.

This is a realm of thought that has always kind of bugged me.

I'm bi. I could choose to stop seeking sex or love or partnership with men, if I wanted to. I don't really want to. I kind of like men, or at least I am quite pleased to be involved with one right now. We've argued it about poly...for me, poly was a choice. For me, having the PERSONAL FREEDOM to make choices like this either way, is something I guard fiercely.

But for the righties, being able to say "being gay is a lifestyle choice" permits them to condemn it, and expound upon how sinful it is and all. Now, in my opinion, arguing back "no it's not, I was born this way" only invites them to try and find a "cure." What needs to be argued in MY opinion is that it doesn't matter. It never mattered. Because it's NOT WRONG.

I hate and loathe and despise the thinking that "normal" (whether we are talking about gay/straight or poly/mono or kink/vanilla, or alien/not alien, or WHATEVER)...that "normal" is the good right way to be, and everyone should try their best to be normal, and only be weird if you just really can't help it.

As though being gay is only alright if one is born that way and can't help what they are. But what if it were a choice? Why does that make it bad? Why can't someone be free to be whatever stirs happiness in their soul, regardless?

I've been baffled my entire life at this seeming thinking that "if we accept something weird, then before ya know it, EVERYONE will be doing it!" Like a dude has to condemn gays, because if he doesn't, then he might have to BE gay himself. Like if we say it's ok for the guy to become a genderless alien, well, we might all just have to join him. Like "poly is the future of relationships in society!" What? It's this really bizarre lean towards homogenization. I do not get it! And I heard it every time my ex made everything all about himself and HAD to point out, "Well I don't get it and I could never, but if people want to be gay, just be gay where I can't see..."

Why? Why do you need to be protected from this? Why do you have to disclaimer so hard that you don't do it? Nobody asked that. No one cares.

I mean, are people just that self-centered? That they think that accepted will become normalized, which will eventually lead to mandatory?

So instead of letting society become uniformly gay, they must fight to make it uniformly straight or something? Why do people perceive things as threats that are not threats? It's so weird. In the kink community I FINALLY found people who get it, in the very simple embrace of "your kink is not my kink and that's ok." The first time I heard that, I wanted to leap up and dance. I was so happy...
 
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That homogenized line of thinking does make sense when you consider these people wake up in the morning caring what other people do with their lives at all. If you believe that everything has one right and wrong, it makes sense that everyone must be alike. Which is why they are so passionate that everyone needs to be just like them. If you think its ok to tell other people how to be, then it makes sense you'd be afraid that if the majority idea of "right" were to change, your way of life would be threatened.
 
The "born this way" stuff has its basis in legal arguments about Constitutional protections and immutable characteristics. If you're born a certain way, it's easier to argue that you are entitled to protection as a minority (I'm way oversimplifying here). I'm not saying that it's right, just that the marriage equality battle is why that was pushed so hard for so long.
 
That homogenized line of thinking does make sense when you consider these people wake up in the morning caring what other people do with their lives at all. If you believe that everything has one right and wrong, it makes sense that everyone must be alike. Which is why they are so passionate that everyone needs to be just like them. If you think its ok to tell other people how to be, then it makes sense you'd be afraid that if the majority idea of "right" were to change, your way of life would be threatened.

Well it disturbs me. And I feel that eventually it just comes down to people defending their "right" to control other people and throw their weight around and be righteous. I do not dig it. The only way of life that is threatened is the "way" of worrying so much more about what other people are doing that isn't hurting anybody, than what one is doing in one's own life. Seems like a singularly wretched and unrewarding way to be. And seems to me like it's absolutely how "They" want people to be. Divided. Easily distracted and controlled. Not coming together in love and acceptance.

I'll probably argue against it until the day I die, for all the good it'll do.

The "born this way" stuff has its basis in legal arguments about Constitutional protections and immutable characteristics. If you're born a certain way, it's easier to argue that you are entitled to protection as a minority (I'm way oversimplifying here). I'm not saying that it's right, just that the marriage equality battle is why that was pushed so hard for so long.

And see, I'd think that Constitutionally it wouldn't matter either. I mean, life, liberty, pursuit of happiness right? Being able to choose, supposing such things were a choice, would be a matter of freedom to pursue one's happiness. I should think. Ought to be pretty sacred. It is to me! If anything it is more sacred and sanctified and righteous a cause to champion that freedom, than even protection for people "born that way" because it supposes that perhaps they would be happier if they could be "cured" of what is basically a biological malfunction (according to a person who thinks that being gay isn't good or fine or alright)...

I mean, that begs philosophical questions along the lines of...what if it is biological (at least nature of some kind as opposed to nurture) and what if "they" did find a "cure?" What then? How would the community respond to that? Personally...I think freedom to choose comes into play, and it's the only saving grace in this kind of situation. Though you end up with questions of coercion no matter how you slice and dice it. So I hope they never find any kind of a treatment that can really change a person's sexual orientation.

But you see my point I hope?

The whole thing of difference being bad, regardless of the cause, is dangerous. It's why people do violence to each other, wage war, spread hate and cruelty. It's hard for me to understand. And one of the biggest reasons it's hard for me to understand is that it's "eating poison and hoping that your enemy will die." Hate and judgment is like a toxic stress energy, a spiritual sludge...as much harm as the hateful do in their actions to others, it eats up their soul and harms them even more. Why would anyone choose that life?
 
Talked to Zen about the business idea I've had tucked away in the back of my brain for a long time. He expressed some doubts as to whether it would be self sustaining (and while it goes without saying, "let alone enough to pay the bills of the owners" belongs somewhere in that train of thought, too.)

Basic concept of the business is the buying and selling of unusual things. Art, but not just big frou frou expensive stuff to put on your wall. Furniture, clothing, jewelry...but it's got to be a certain standard of unusual and unique. That was always the thinking. And I wanted to incorporate an area that is maybe up or down a short bit of steps with an iron railing (think, one big room with offset levels and divided space) that makes it just a cool place to hang out. Couches, coffee and prepackaged snacks, and big books full of blank paper for people to draw or write in. Thing is...it's a cool place to just BE, but when people are drawn in like that, they are then exposed to a lot of cool shit they could BUY. And it would be backed by a web store to also sell the stuff. We'd sell things in every possible price range, from pieces of art or sculptural furniture costing hundreds or thousands, all the way down to stickers and buttons that cost only a dollar or two. If you have a lot of money or a little, I'll be happy to take it off your hands, is my thinking...

I phased out the idea of incorporating body mods and tattooing and piercing. I used to want to be a tattoo artist once upon a time, until I realized that any tattoo artist who is able to make a living at it, has no time in life to do anything else at all. No days "off." They are drawing or tattooing ALWAYS.

I don't want to live that way.

I would love to sell my own art for a living, but I just know that it's not likely I'll ever make enough of it to make that work. Hence the notion of buying and selling that of others. The other reason this idea clicks for me is incorporation of my networking and social skills. I am imagining one day traveling to trade shows, conventions, and festivals all over the place to find artists and negotiate wholesale purchases of their wares to be sold in my store. I don't really want to do consignment. And I already do have several contacts who have expressed that they'd be interested in working with me on something like this if I ever do it.

Now I told Zen, that I won't ever SERIOUSLY consider pulling the trigger and taking real life action to get rolling forward on this plan, unless I'm in a position where I feel safe to do it. I would want my kids grown and on their own, living independently of me. I would want all of my debt paid off and my credit pretty much flawless. I'd want to feel secure in my ability to afford the necessities of life one way or another. I have only so much tolerance for risk.

I can think of a number of things that would see it fail, and a number of ways to make it succeed. Location would be crucial. Cooperative cross pollination of advertisement with other business entities would help, involvement in community things, and neverending networking. Really the strength of the idea is not in my ability to make art, at all. It's in the fact that for whatever reason...people like me. The whole concept is more or less me trying to think of ways to monetize my own strengths.

I'm not too worried about it. This little dream has sat in a sort of suspended animation in the back of my brain for decades. It's morphed and changed a bit here and there. But I keep it alive because it helps me to not feel hopeless. There are a hundred things I could worry about that would put me into a fearful or negative mindset, and I'm not all that interested in living in that headspace. So I keep a positive vision or two in my mind to tap into when needful, and that is one of them. Dreaming without limits. I'm good at it.

Went to a discussion group last night. Met a couple who just came back to the States, they'd been living in Thailand. They were staying with family while seeking a home to rent. They make and sell a certain subset of adult toys, and they make a very successful living at this. Sometimes they've got to travel and vend at conventions and the like, but I think most of their business is done online. They are like magnets, those two, everyone was drawn to them and wanted to talk to them. He was extremely witty and had everyone laughing, and she was a stunning young woman, with a very sexy voice that had a certain purr to it, it's hard to describe but she is lovely. They're both delightful humans. (It was pondering them and their business venture, and how well they do and what they said their budget for a rental house was, that had me contemplating my own business idea thing)...I hope that they get settled soon and are able to come to more events.

And tonight we have Game Night, if Zen and I decide we want to go. I still don't have a solid feeling one way or the other on that. I could go and have fun...or I could stay home with him and have fun. Either way.

I have lots going on and some of it has me troubled...but it's just not the sort of thing I want to share here, or even dwell on too much honestly. Life logistics. Fears, groundless and otherwise. I'm trying to just keep my chin up and stay positive if I can...
 
OK so I've been kind of cryptic. I had some stresses going on, but they have been relieved. Good news has come that has lightened my load, brightened my spirits. I want to share both the troubles AND the good news, but not until I get a chance to talk about it with Zen, because I want to do that in person (more fun that way) and he does read my blog.

I'll catch you all up on the news within the next day or two. Life's good. That is all. :cool:
 
First off...

So last Friday I was feeling insecure, paranoid even, about certain aspects of life. My job being one of them. I won't get into that, I have days where it's just like that. And I went to go to lunch, went to the bathroom and then went to walk through our break room exit and walked in on an officewide meeting that was underway, and had to sheepishly find a seat. I did not know about the meeting, did not get an invite, and became convinced that this was a Sign of the End (that I was not invited to the meeting.) Half expected my door card not to work when I got back from lunch... Just paranoid.

So I get back to my desk and the Director calls me into his office. It is annual review time, and my Supervisor had already gone over my performance piece of my review, and given me good marks, and now the Director needed to talk turkey about salary increase (our Supervisors don't know what we make.) So in I go. I am wearing a GWAR t-shirt with this grpahic on it:

http://images.bigcartel.com/product...HINGSGWAR-BLACK.jpg?auto=format&fit=max&w=560

And while it is not FLAGRANTLY OBVIOUS if you don't really know what you're looking at, the singer's prosthetic "cuttlefish" is certainly visible there. My boss apologizes for leaving me off the meeting invite, because he is doped up on drugs, he says. He just had surgery for skin cancer, and he's on oxy's. He has staples all over the back of his head in these huge incisions. I can't believe he's even at work...it was like the day after his surgery.

Much like when Q had staples in the back of his head and I gave him a funny name over it, my mind (but not my mouth) silently spoke to me:
"FrankenBoss."

So there I sit, with a penis on my shirt, facing FrankenBoss and being thankful that there is no sign of security or HR and my lack of meeting invite seems to have been just an accident. And he gives me news of a promotion and about a dollar an hour raise. A bigger raise, percentage-wise, than I've received in any of the last few years.

It's all a little surreal. Irrational buildup of stress released so abruptly and absurdly as I sat there nodding and smiling and spouting meaningless industry and corporate jargon... The rest of the day I was just like "I don't even know anymore man!" I felt like I was the one on drugs.

So then I have been talking to the guy who wants to buy my GWAR tabletop game set from me. He seems willing to pay the $600 for it, and maybe will do this within the week. But he wants to go though Ebay for "protection" on the purchase. I only have an issue with this because Ebay charges 10% of the final sale in fees. $60 seems like a rather high price to pay for "protection." I told him look dude...if we use the "pay for goods" method on Paypal, you should still have some "protection" as the buyer. And the fees won't be so high. I'm willing to pay for the shipping, with insurance and confirmation by signature, and the paypal fees...but I am not willing to pay Ebay's fees. You want to do it that way, you pay those.

We'll see what he says.

All in all though...the universe seems to be telling me to have faith that my logistical and financial worries will turn out ok in the long run, and to go ahead and proceed with life and plans. Stop being afraid it won't work out.

Well good! Because while I want to boldly step forward, stuff scares me sometimes. And I've got reasons...but my reasons aren't solid or certain enough to dictate that it WON'T work out. Like for instance the fact that for Zen and I, getting our new place together will be challenging.

Not impossible! Not by a long shot!

But challenging. Because we'll need to act very quickly in this market. Both rentals and sales are getting snatched up by tenants and renters as fast as they can hit the market, like a listing will pop up and be gone in 24-48 hours more often than not. Honestly I have never seen such a tight market. And then there is the issue that my credit is about to hit its all time low, and I deeply wish that were not the case right now, of all times... But I am thankful that Zen has really good credit and hopefully that will offset my crummy credit. I'm deeply hopeful that I can explain that I'm coming off a divorce, this wasn't just a matter of being financially irresponsible, I had all kinds of crisis going on for a while but I took a year, stabilized my life, and I'm cutting the anchor. That Zen and I aren't a new couple, we're only new-ish...we will have been together over a year and a half. I'm confident that we can be counted on to be good tenants. And none of the problems with my credit are from defaulting on any kind of housing (mortgage or rent) situation.

I'm also going to bring credit reports from prior to the bankruptcy that show that I paid everything on time for YEARS before the shit hit the fan for me.

I can only hope, that even in this market, we'll find something that will work and my credit won't be enough of a problem to tank our efforts. Fingers crossed...

But there, ya see, it's things like Friday where I've been fussing over my budget and the need to come up with certain sums for this and that, and whether anything is safe or secure...and then good stuff happens and it's like the Universe is telling me to calm the fuck down and stop worrying, it'll be alright. So there is all of that.

As for the rest of my auction stuff...I have had a strange thing going on. So I've got most buyers who are solid, they paypal me quickly and we go from there. But I have had the worst luck with women buyers!! One of them, Ashley #1, I am pretty sure she made her paypal payment to an email address with a typo, so to some other random person, it asked her to enter my name and country and she did...well she screwed up somehow because I never got that payment. I googled it and enter name and country is for unregistered email addresses. If she'd entered MINE, it was registered, the money would have come to me. So I figure...typo? Most likely. She says she contacted Paypal but they said they are "having problems." What?

No, I've received a dozen paypal payments in the last couple of weeks, I think that SHE is having the problem.

And coming from a woman who first said she had to make me wait while she "got her card reloaded" and then later said the problem "didn't make any since"....yeah... And then today, she said, "here's the receipt they sent me" and then sent nothing after that. I'm feeling very, "Are you on the drugs??" here.

Then there was the other Ashley, who simply popped smoke like a ninja after telling me I'd have to wait a couple of days for her to come up with the money. I say "no problem!" and hear nothing for five days.

Then there is an auction where the bidding is going down on a rare shirt that could fetch a pretty good price. This Amber gal comes along and says, "Aw, c'mon guys, I'm trying to buy this for my kid" and everyone stops bidding to let her have it... And then after the auction is over, and she won, she goes to one of the other bidders and says, "Uh...I don't really want this, you can have it." and when I'm like NO, that is NOT how this works, she says it'll be a while before she can pay.

Are bitches normally like this, all flaky and unreliable and sketchy? If so, I can totally get how men think we are all feels and no brains. I would NEVER bid on something if I could not pay for it immediately, nor try to use guilt/pity tactics to sabotage an auction. I don't know why people would even think that's ok. :rolleyes:

Frustrating.

So I had a good weekend though. Zen and I went to Game Night at Voodoo, played some card games. Then I spent the night with him, Saturday I went to a baby shower...

Poly family that I know, the folks who rented the house from my ex, yes, the one where I used to live...she and her hubs had 4 kids, I believe he got a vasectomy after that...then she got a boyfriend and got pregs with his TWINS. BF lives there now with his son also, and they also have two small dogs, four cats (last I counted) two ferrets and ?? hamsters. That's a lot of circus man. That's a lot of monkeys.

The baby shower was fun though because kittens. They're at the age where they are like pre-teen kitties, long legged and frisky, and there was lots of wrapping paper and ribbons everywhere. I can put up with anything if there are kittens, I'm pretty sure. And there were clothespins because of some shower game, and Zen and I use those for kink, and the people are also kinky, and so when 5 year old kid comes up with two clothespins like claws at me, and says "PREPARE FOR CLIPPY TORTURE!" repeatedly, I about lost it. And so did the others who heard. Yeah. So that happened.

Then back with Zen, had dinner with his friend Chris, and then back to Zen's place for more lovin's. Yesterday I went to an optical appointment (got contacts!) and later back to Zen's place just to hang out a while. I'm really glad we're going to move in together. We both seem to just want all sorts of time with one another, and it'll be much more comfortable when we can both just be at home when we're doing that, and it will be easier to dine in when we have a shared kitchen with our own food in it. I envision spending more time playing games, watching movies, just having good times together. I think it'll be great...
 
Oh and by the by, can I just say that Ebay BLOWS.

I mean really. Really really.

I sold one thing there. A stupid talking toy that my ex gave me years ago, and I'd never taken out of the box. I got one bid for it, $20 and I had put in $4.50 for shipping. (Goddamn have shipping costs gone through the roof!) Here's the thing, as a buyer, I can't imagine paying what it actually cost to ship this thing. I don't get how anybody does business on Ebay anymore.

So the seller paid me a reasonable price, from their end: $24.50

I wouldn't have paid more, even had I wanted the toy.

I had to shell out:

$1.01 in Paypal fees.
$2.45 in Ebay fees.
$11.70 in shipping.

So I wound up with $9.34 for that damn toy.

And I didn't even mess with any sales tax. Maybe I should have charged it, I don't know.

But for the love of god, man...as much as the cost of postage is now a little nuts, the fees! Ebay alone wants 10%! It's maddening.

So the Facebook groups where I sell, I haven't used the "selling" format for posts even if it was available. And I wonder, with Facebook setting itself up to be a market since people use it informally that way anyhow, how long will it be, before the companies like Ebay/PP take it over or Facebook just starts piling on fees. Or do they already charge fees if you send money via FB or if you use the "sell" format in a post? I wouldn't be surprised one bit.

That's the thing I have to argue with conservatives about. Nowadays, you find a way to make some money and everybody is grabbing at you, trying to pull it out of your pockets. It's consumerism, capitalism, big government and big business colluding to take your life's effort and give you as little reward and resources as possible, to concentrate all wealth and capital at the very top at the deep expense of everybody else. The middle class is vanishing. And I cannot understand how a free market is supposed to solve society's ills, when you don't have much choice but to get what you need from anyone other than Jabba the Hut like corporate masters, and they just keep bloating and bloating. You think they won't raise prices when they know you need what they're selling? Of course they will! The cost of living is blowing up out of control so much faster than wages, and I do not think that's all because of government intervention. I just don't. I think that corporate greed has a lot to do with it. And that ultimately the problem is that instead of putting checks on one another, big-whatever has all just become one big human centipede out to get us all.

Fees. Psh.
 
Holy shit!

Yeah ok, I know, three posts in one day, I'm ridiculous. Look! This is me not caring, it's my blogthing, I'll fill it up with nonsense if I like! ha-HA!

So keep in mind my FrankenBoss story, hey?

My horoscope from Cal Garrison (I adore her!)

CAPRICORN: December 21 - January 20
If it isn’t one thing it’s another. You are no stranger to chaos. What’s great about this stretch of craziness is; it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before. In and around a few weeks of interference the long term picture is looking better than ever. For some reason whoever’s in charge is happy with the way you do things, and your spirits are higher than they’ve been in a while. Thankfully you’re never one to let false confidence get the best of you. If you can remain true to yourself and the task at hand, everything that you’ve built up will carry you to the finish line.

I mean, right!?

Then there is Zen's, which I'm like eh...maybe it makes sense to him, maybe not. I don't see where the connections lie.

PISCES: February 21 – March 20
You are about to find out how important it is to expect the unexpected. If you’re already on the roller coaster, you’ve had enough uncertainty to last you a lifetime. For many of you, it’s totally OK to not know what’ll happen next because you were itching for a change and ready for something to come along and blow you away. For others, the feeling that you’re out of control is making it harder to go with the flow. No matter who you are, change is the operative word and the need for control needs to be exchanged for a willingness to let nature take its course.

...?

But OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG Old Wolf's and Q's...

LIBRA: September 21 – October 20
You need more out of this; either that or you need to expect less. It’s hard to say what’s going on. Instead of looking outside of yourself for the answer it would be good if you could become more self sufficient. Whether you know it or not, others weren’t born to make sure your life is working. Whoever isn’t giving you enough has their own row to hoe. The need to make them responsible for your happiness denies the fact that true happiness comes from within. You are about to find out that we get what we want when we grow up enough to give it to ourselves.

This is Big Fat Reason #1 that our marriage failed, and that it has been failing for most of the years it was even a thing, and damn! I tried to teach him this for like the WHOLE FREAKING TIME. Oh, and today, he posted something on FB and Song commented that there was a "whole beautiful world outside, when he's ready" I LOL'ed. Like lady, you do not know. See I took him to all of these places, and tried to share joy and experiences with him, and he just brought along his misery like a portable bag of shit to wallow in. Always there was something to bitch loudly about. He would harangue the kids that they were going to misbehave, and when they did, he was ready to do this, that and the other, to punish them soundly, like as we were pulling out of the driveway to a family day trip to some fun place (that I totally planned and arranged.) This...I cannot believe this horoscope. It trips me out man.

And then Q, has been acting the same way, now some of that is moody teenager stuff. But he described his life on Facebook as "Play videogames. Feed Nimbus. Try not to die." He didn't mean die in his game. He thinks that he has sicknesses and syndromes, he's too fat, no too thin, no too tall...he's in "constant pain." His diet is bad and it's my fault. He's paranoid that everyone is judging him and everyone is out to get him. He's constantly looking for reasons to be melodramatic, and excuses to complain.

Libras...never ever again man...me and Libras do not mix.
 
My ex used to blame me for his constantly increasing weight. Like I never made whole foods dinners from scratch at least 5 nights a week. Like I didn't pack him a healthy lunch for years to save us money and help his health. Whole grain bread and pasta, organic milk and eggs. Chicken and fish as well as lean beef and pork and tofu! Like there wasn't a constantly full fruit bowl on the kitchen table at all times. Like I never made salads and vegetable soups. No, just because I bought ice cream sometimes, his weight was all my bad housewifery.

A couple times a month he'd bring his carefully packed lunch home because he and his coworkers would go out for lunch. It turned out to be Thai food lunch, with 2 mai tais each. I never knew they were going for such fancy lunches until much later, he hid it. Did he ever bring home some pad thai to his wife who was a fulltime homeschooling mother who was subsisting on peanut butter and jelly? No, not once, not ever.

And alcohol at lunch didn't help his weight gain... it was all my fault. Bah. So glad we are divorced.

As for your auctions. I also collect-- vintage housewares. I never use eBay! And shipping costs are astronomical. People who really want a piece don't mind paying full shipping costs. Don't you go paying for half the costs. I hate the shipping and hardly ever get dishes by mail but some people do it ALL the freaking time.

Those flaky buyers... I'd say you connect with the GWAR community and find really motivated obsessed buyers, not just some drunk or high randos with nothing in their PayPal. I am on many Facebook vintage housewares and Pyrex groups. Sales (and trades) are mostly managed in PMs so no one corporate knows about it, unless they are really spying into our PMs bigly.

Craigslist sales are really hit or miss, with lots of flaky buyers (and sellers!). You just need to be as patient as you can.
 
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