The story of Spork.

Sexism is about thinking X of all people of a certain gender.
I think that may be incorrect. I'd say that sexism is judging someone on the basis of gender. Certainly, the brush can be wide: I've tried to avoid referring to complaint as "bitching" because it kinda does say "women are whiners."
some celebrity has been called sexist for saying something negative about a single individual woman...and then was called sexist for saying something positive about another woman!
I've seen LOTS of instances over the years when a guy "complements" a woman & gets all offended when it's ignored -- though I suppose some people might LIKE drunk strangers shouting, "Hey, nice ass, baby!!" :rolleyes: Y'know, grabbing your breasts means they LIKE you...

(Sorry, Spork, I'll move it along... :eek:)
 
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I think that may be incorrect. I'd say that sexism is judging someone on the basis of gender. Certainly, the brush can be wide: I've tried to avoid referring to complaint as "bitching" because it kinda does say "women are whiners."
Regardless...it's about applying a thought or belief or judgment to ALL people of one gender. It is NOT about an attitude that applies to one particular person.

I've seen LOTS of instances over the years when a guy "complements" a woman & gets all offended when it's ignored -- though I suppose some people might LIKE drunk strangers shouting, "Hey, nice ass, baby!!" :rolleyes: Y'know, grabbing your breasts means they LIKE you...

Well, that's delightful. But that's not what I'm talking about. :rolleyes: I'm talking about a straightforward simple pleasantry, you know...being nice to another human being in a perfectly pleasant, ordinary, polite and well mannered way.

I guess you must hang around with a different sort than I do. I'm not sure I've ever witnessed men behaving like that, personally. And I've never been treated like that.
 
When I speak of Haves and Have Nots, mostly I'm talking about relative concepts of privilege. I think that socioeconomic disparity is a greater force than race or gender in terms of privilege, which is basically being born with an advantage, a head start if you will. If I could only pick one, being born male or white or into a family that is financially secure, I know which one would be likely to get me further. And that is not about hating the wealthy. It's about being grateful for what I have, compassionate to those who have less, and maybe most importantly not buying into the thinking of looking down on the less fortunate. I don't assume that if someone has less than me, it's only because they didn't try hard enough. You can live a life of hard work, yet one disaster can still bring you low.

When I talk about "them" and "Haves" in terms of a divisive social agenda, I'm thinking of the leaders in politics and ideology, that are happy to have the people looking down with scorn on their neighbors, instead of looking up and demanding accountability. Those happy to keep making the rich richer, while thinking that "entitlement spending" is wasting their hard earned tax dollars on lazy lowlifes...They seem to me like they've really bought into the mindset that those at the top want them to have.
 
And about the saying of nice things, it's easy to see intent...I've seen endearments used as condescending near-insults, and I've seen casual endearments used in a socially easy way backed by kindness, and you can feel the difference. There is some commonality between the man who continues to pursue a woman who clearly wants him to fuck off, and the woman who is crazy overreacting to a man who really means no harm...the inability to read the other person's cues accurately enough to respond appropriately.

Honestly, and I had a conversation with Zen about this today actually, if a man presents as sexist to me, I'm likely to see his fragile ego peeking out just beneath the surface, and if he's not careful, I might either expose it or take advantage of HIM if I can and want to, just to teach him something. A man who makes a habit of underestimating the intelligence of women almost deserves what he gets. Like the smug fool who puts thousands of dollars into the panties of strippers while thinking little of them and being condescending to them...who is winning there? He might feel superior, but they are taking home his paycheck...
 
Well, thinking about that last post, in all fairness, those little games of fiddly manipulative mind-chess against guys who bring an air of superiority are largely a thing of my past. At this time in my life, I am keenly aware of the value of my time. How I spend it and who I share it with and what the energy is in connections. When one has wasted so many hours of one's life with someone as negative as my ex husband, one learns to ask, "Is this really worth it?" So for instance in terms of Zen's friend "Tantrum Man" I feel like any ongoing attempt at the friendship he thinks we MUST have, is going to be an exercise in playing games and both of us having a need to prove something or get the social upper hand, with Zen stuck in the middle. I saw where this had the potential to go, and decided "Nope." Not only is it not worth me investing my time and energy, it is also too much potential to put Zen in uncomfortable positions between us, and I just don't want to go there.

Zen says that the dude has moved up to Denver, rather recently and suddenly, anyhow. So there will likely be fewer impromptu demands for last minute lunches and dinners. And I stand by something I told Zen before, that after we live together, if his friend wants to visit occasionally, I am more than capable of "Hello! Goodbye!" and either vanishing myself off to my room to read or work on art, or going out to do something social on my own. I always have a lot of potential things to do in life, so it is no sweat for me to avoid the dude even if he is visiting our house. I am by no means aiming to hinder their ongoing friendship, I do respect that they've been in one another's lives a really long time, and I won't feel put out or uncomfortable about him being there, so long as he doesn't try to corner me into more interaction than I want to have with him.

That's really the only problem remaining. He still (according to the last conversation he had with Zen) seems to think we just need to get together face to face and iron things out somehow. I see that as his desire to get me in a position to hear him man-splain to me how I need to act to make him happy, and remind me of how many more years he has known Zen than I have as though that gives him any right to dictate anything where I am concerned. Now that, I ain't having. But hey, we'll see. Speculation like this is putting the cart way, way before the horse, and the horse hasn't even shown up yet.

So Zen and I went to First Friday's Jam Night on Friday. That was pretty mellow, but just as we were about to leave, we got pulled into a small group of people and it wound up being one of those late night laugh fests of repeating and creating inside jokes and rolling in silly. I laughed hard enough that I cried, which is fun to do sometimes. We talked at one point about people in movies, and I repeated something I often say, which is that I enjoy when an actor or actress plays the role of the Devil in film, I usually find that very sexy. Which I'm sure is part of the point. Tim Curry, Al Pacino, Elizabeth Hurley...anyone who brings that naughty, cocky, powerful presence the role requires. It's yummy. And one friend, an intense little former derby girl, said "I GET IT NOW, THAT'S WHAT YOU SEE IN <ZEN>!" Well true, since I suggested he grow a bit of facial hair he's got the devilish good looks going on. But of course my love of Zen is a complex thing. I don't think I've ever loved anyone merely on the basis of their looks.

In fact I get in a lot of conversations in the Relationships section of another forum, or I have over the years, where I am just baffled by the ongoing obsession with "attractiveness" and looks as The Most Important Thing. I have been repelled by "pretty" people before. The ones I've been most attached to have typically not been the most conventionally "attractive" of my available options...but rather the ones with the best energy for me, the most comfortable conversations, the most interesting stories and tastes, the most soul in their eyes. They say that if someone is not good looking, you'll not approach them to get to know them anyways. I guess if you're just cold-meeting somebody at a bar, that might be true. But for me, I will talk to pretty much anybody. I do not size up the available humans in the room and try to score the prettiest. That seems a rather silly way to go about things...I mean, maybe they aren't even nice? Anyways I have found that regardless of how someone would compete on some arbitrary looks-only scale of whatever...once I see inside them, if they align well with me intellectually, emotionally, sexually...in my eyes they're the most beautiful person in the world. And that's how I feel about Zen.

Besides. He has excellent taste in cheese, and my cat likes him.

I skipped a party on Saturday, which later I heard was a rockin' good time, but I don't feel bad about it. And I skipped the Pride parade, which I do feel kind of bad about. But I woke up yesterday and the idea of spending the day out on my feet in the sun... I was like, "man I do not even have the spoons for this" and went back to sleep. I just didn't have the energy, and I remember how even though it was a lot of fun last year, it was seriously exhausting. I stayed home and got some housework and errands taken care of. For me, I guess making sure I am giving energy to my home life when I feel like I need to is part of the elusive sense of balance I'm trying to cultivate. If that means I am not a VIP of the Voodoo Community and all involved up to my eyeballs in all the things...so be it. I just don't always have it in me to show up and participate. I am not 100% extrovert, 100% of the time.

Oh, and Ravenscroft, no need to "move it along" I welcome your contributions here. I might not always agree with you, but you get me thinking sometimes even when I don't, which is no bad thing at all. :)
 
Yesterday was another chill day. I did take Q for a haircut which he has been bugging me to get for weeks. It is summer time, he does nothing but hang out in his room on his computer for the most part, so I did not feel any great sense of urgency to get that done, but we took care of it anyways. Also, I confess, I think his hair looks better grown out some. Not long exactly, but long enough to be full and thick and have some body to it. He has the same thick, course brown hair I have, but he's got spots where if it's cut short the way he likes it, it tends to stick up and look weird and uneven. If it's grown out a few inches it doesn't do that. But I'm his Mom and I don't know nothin' about nothin'. So he can have it however he likes.

I talked to my Mom a little yesterday. She has a job interview today to be a para-professional, basically a classroom helper with small children. This is a horrible idea. I wish she would stop trying to be in the school system, but she's trying to get her teacher's certs back up and get back into that. The problem is that she has an explosively violent temper sometimes. Not the kind of getting worked up over nothing, but like if something pokes her just the wrong way, she will respond with instant ferocity so fast she doesn't even know what is happening. It's almost like she blacks out. One time, one of my Grandparents' dogs was killing a kitten in the backyard, and she ran out there and grabbed it by the neck and hauled it up in the air and slammed it on a rock. She did not kill the dog, but the dog did need stitches. But she loves cats, and I have a hard time blaming her for reacting. Later though she could not clearly recall what she had done.

Another time, a waitress at a diner was rude to Grandma (her Mom) and she jumped up out of the booth and slammed the woman into a wall.

When she was a teacher in Florida, the kids' grades were going up, and things were going well. Until a fight broke out in her classroom among a couple of the more unruly students. She of course jumped in there and hauled the attacking bully girl off the other student and threw her halfway across the room.

My point is that in order to work with children, who are kind of beastly sometimes, you really need to have this sort of unflappable calm. The ability to control yourself and not react physically to things. My Mom does not have that. But there is no talking her out of this, she's going to try to do it, and I'm pretty sure it won't end well. *sigh* And she still mainly hopes to get a job so she can bring her girlfriend from the Philippines and marry her. Whatever.

Other than that though, pretty mellow evening...
 
Fun scene at the midweek party last night. Zen and I had a friend co-top me and Zen was helping him learn and get a feel for various impact thingies. It was good times. I'm tired today and a bit sore still here and there, but not too bad.

I still need very much to get down and see Fire and Hefe's new place. They bought a house. I should ask Fire what they are up to on Sunday...I don't think I have plans until later in the day when Zen is coming over to watch the new episode of Game of Thrones. And I need to make sure that plans for my boys are in place for the weekend following, which is Thunder in the Mountains (kink con.) Good stuff on the horizon!

Evidently Zen's friend invited us to a housewarming party 2 hours drive north in Denver somewhere (must be way up the north end of the city if it's that far)...he asked if I wanted to go. I said no of course, not really wanting to voluntarily hang out with the dude. Zen could go by himself if he wanted to, but I don't think he really does.

Not a lot else goin' on. I am reading a good book, which is nice.
 
Oh, books. I revisited a series by a favorite, Juliet Marillier, and blew through each book in about a day. I have several books in a stack in my room that I need to read, but mostly they aren't my favorite genre (fantasy fiction) so I am a bit slow to get through those.

I had another "no spoons" evening yesterday. I got home hungry and made food right away. After I ate, I was going to go to a discussion group, one I have not missed in probably over a year, but I lay down on my bed and realized...I don't want to go anywhere. I don't even want to get up. Fell asleep in my work clothes and was out until 8:30 when the cat woke me up. I know I fed him. Eventually I was up and I did the dishes and cleaned the litterbox...I thought it was still like, before 9:00...and I looked at the clock and it was 11:30. I have no idea at all where 3 hours went. I don't even remember going back to sleep, or what happened at all. That is a little odd. I probably went back to bed after I fed Nimbus.

So I was up until about 1AM at that point, because after all that rest I just wasn't very tired. I played Castlevania on my trusty old PS1 for a while. I don't know what my deal is, some days I am just so tired like that.

They seated a new guy next to me in the formerly vacant cubicle, he constantly breathes loudly through his mouth. I hate to admit this but it's driving me a little nuts here...
 
So that discussion group last week got cancelled anyways, didn't see that on fet until after I'd already decided I wasn't going, I'd RSVP'ed "maybe" but I was like the only person who had signed up at all. Wow. That's usually one of the better groups, with really good attendance. But maybe they were prepping for the Rocky Mountain Drummer event that was going to occupy the club all weekend. Which is some sort of a Leather thing, and I know there was some focus on the bootblacking and a friend won a title, so that's cool. I went for the party Saturday night, which was a typical 3rd Sat play party anyhow more or less. I was kinda tired and lowkey but Zen and I did do a light impact scene.

Well, now my body is not cooperating with my plans. I was expecting my period to start last Friday or Saturday and it looks like today instead, which means it probably won't be over when I'm at Thunder (big kink con) next weekend, which might limit the scope of the scenes I get to do. That sucks. I had a friend who was dealing with similar misfortune last year, and I felt sorry for her, looks like it's my turn...

Game of Thrones premiere was pretty great, though as Zen remarked, "no big revelations." Well still. I enjoyed it. Looking forward to enjoying the rest of the season, just wish there was going to be more to it, I guess.

And that brings me to the female Doctor Who. You know, I was not thrilled with the lady-Ghostbusters, mostly because I don't see how they could sensibly and logically make that work with the premise of the original films, and I didn't feel it was necessary, and I don't like when they mess with the classics for what seems like no good reason. And every trailer I saw, the humor looked lame and clowny. Predictable jokes. Just...not as good as the originals. I never bothered to see the whole film, because all of the trailers I saw put me off...and that's saying something since I had friends who were actually extras in it.

I did not like the Willy Wonka remake either, and there are a host of other revisits to films I loved in my younger days that I just reject out of hand. I wish the makers of film and TV would take up new stories, like from books or something, rather than "rebooting" well done classics that were fantastic the first time around. For the most part, these remakes and revisits have not improved upon what was already there.

But Doctor Who though. It's a story that is ongoing, not a remake. And this might be the ONLY character in all of fiction, that it completely makes sense to go ahead and gender swap, I mean why not? What big deal would that really be, for a Time Lord. If anything, I've felt surprise that it hadn't been done YET. I think, from the teasers I've seen, that this actress might have what it takes to really pull it off. I don't understand why there are apparently a number of fans who just can't deal with it, and they aren't even prepared to give her a chance!

Honestly, while I think that Capaldi's Doctor was the most fitting to my personal "attraction" taste, his episodes have not really moved me. I enjoyed Matt Smith, and moreover the stories and the wild swings from whimsy to darkness that his character got to act...my judgment if anything is more about the writing (or some aspect of production) than the characters... I have honestly sort of lost interest during the time of Capaldi. Ten & Smith kept me more engaged in the show, but I don't blame the actors for any of this. So...a female Doctor now?...why not?

The only friend on my social media who is upset, not surprisingly to me, is one I've talked about here before. She performs as a drag king, and has talked about possibly being trans in the past, but she's on the fence about it. Seemed to me that she rejects being female because she is disgusted with how men in her world treat and view women. So in order to not be the object of that kind of attention, she rejects womanhood. Even to the point of sometimes being sexist against women, judgmental of women who are female and sexually expressive. She started acting scornful of me when I started being excited about my love life and talking about kink. It's like she sees a woman being sexual, looks to the realm of "gross men" who might react to that, and then looks back and judges the woman for "putting herself out there." And I got frustrated, and have frankly distanced myself from friendship with her, because I see this reaction as more contributing to the wrong stuff than pushing for the right stuff. If you don't like how women are seen and treated and thought of, don't say "well, that's how it is" and switch sides so you can be on the delivering end of discrimination...push back! Or ignore it, at least. If she wants to be masculine because it's just who she is, I was always cool with that...but there was too much that element of turning away from what she saw as weakness and painting a target on yourself.

And that is triggering to me, in a sense, because I disguised my femininity so much and buried my female sexuality during my marriage, because it made me feel vulnerable. But I did not turn on other women for their choices.

Well anyhow, hers is the only voice I'm personally seeing among my friends, saying "Why did they have to do this, they're just trying to make some kind of a statement, this sucks and I'll never watch again." I really hope that this new Doctor comes blazing out the gate with brilliant and captivating work, if only to prove her and anyone like her, wrong.

I feel you can criticize the Ghostbusters movie for that, because it felt gimmicky, "It's Ghosbusters...but reimagined as chicks!"...and it didn't even make any sense to me. But this, this totally makes sense and there is no reason NOT to explore the notion of the Doctor as a woman.

Meh, people are silly.

Oh, in other news I finally visited Fire and Hefe in their new house, and it is BEAUTIFUL. They have this kitchen sink, you see... It's beaten copper and it's big and deep and lovely, with all this sexy color in it. I'm so happy for them, their house is awesome.
 
Oh, I forgot to report on something important. I've discovered a new fancy cheese that is making me very happy. It is Bellavitano. I have tried the raspberry, the espresso, and the merlot varieties. It's somewhere between a bitey chedddar and a parmesan with additional flavor in the edible rind of the cheese, and OMG it's lovely.

There are more fancy cheeses at King Sooper's, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy...
 
I'm so glad someone here brought up Game of Thrones! Yes, there were no big revelations, but there was more action in this first episode of the season than in the past. I would have been pissed if there HADN'T been more action since we only get seven episodes this year. The opening scene with Arya was fantastic.

You can carry on now.
 
I still could have lived for about 10,000 years without seeing the Sam Tarly montage.
 
I still could have lived for about 10,000 years without seeing the Sam Tarly montage.

LOL! Prior to this episode, and after watching (and carefully pausing and analyzing) the trailers, Zen was saying that every frame of this show had some important things that one needed to pay close attention to, and who knows what got edited out... And then that scene happened and he was like, "uh...well maybe not EVERY frame..."

You know what was odd and a little aggravating? I checked multiple sources (my Comcast listings, TV Guide site, random Google stuff) to make VERY SURE I had the time right for the premiere, and every source said that the first showing of it would be at 10PM mountain time. So we planned for that. Well I had dinner about ready and decided since they'd be airing other episodes leading up to it, I'd just turn on the TV to HBO...and it was like almost 8:00, and it was on!! Episode nearly over, even! It had come on at 7! What the heck?? So fortunately since it had just aired, it was available in my "recorded" on demand shows to simply restart from the beginning right then. On the one hand I'm glad we didn't have to be up until 11:00 to see it, on the other I am annoyed that evidently my best efforts still resulted in wrong information, and I have no idea why. :mad:
 
Yeah, I only needed to see Sam dry-heaving once in order to comprehend the fact his job was rather unpleasant.

I do love him and his little family, though. I hope they stay safe in the Citadel.
 
Did you note that Ser Jorah is there? Zen says there has been speculation he might get cured of his greyscale somehow and that this pretty much confirms it.

Also, everything to do with Arya is a whole lotta awesome, but I don't actually see her killing the queen. I see her getting caught trying, and the plot spooling out somehow from there. That is my prediction.

Also, I had this odd gut feeling, a premonition with no basis in actual fact, just something from my imaginings... I believe that Cersei and Jamie will die together, and that they will burn. I have been thinking this scene since I first saw the very first episode. Those two, in an embrace, kissing, while engulfed in flames. That's how they go. I will be very enthusiastic if it actually plays out like that.
 
I don't know if Ser Jorah is going to get cured or not. I just hope he doesn't die a miserable death by the greyscale, and instead goes out fighting by Dany's side. That's all he wants out of life.
 
I don't know if Ser Jorah is going to get cured or not. I just hope he doesn't die a miserable death by the greyscale, and instead goes out fighting by Dany's side. That's all he wants out of life.

I guess the thinking was that whatever means cured Stannis' little girl would be somehow brought to bear in curing Ser Jorah. I don't know. It will be interesting to find out.

I had a tea date scheduled with a friend yesterday after work. She had already moved our plans from Sunday afternoon to yesterday evening. I messaged her before I left work, and then headed down to that side of town. This is maybe a 25 minute drive. I got there, and waited another 20 minutes past when we'd agreed to meet. She finally messaged me and told me she had forgotten all about it and scheduled something with someone else. This date was not a "date, date" it was a meeting of friends from the community to chat over tea. But it left me feeling a little bummed that she had forgotten me. I know she's got stuff going on and all the justification in the world. Logical me does not take it personally. Emotionally though, it seemed to open a chink in my armor for gremlins to get in. On the way home I was contemplating how none of my family members have visited me in 16 years, and I've always been expected to go visit THEM, and now that I can't afford it...I just don't see any of them anymore. My brothers and I never even talk. My stepmother won't return my calls anymore. I can call my Mom or Dad to talk once in a while, but they don't usually call me. Just...this was enough of a small poke to nudge me into "nobody cares about you" territory. Sometimes I even look at the fact that once sex (with the men) was off the table, my time spent with my former quad, people I wanted to keep meaningful friendships with, dropped off a lot too. Zen says things sometimes like "everybody likes you"...but it often feels like it's such a sham. They like me on the surface, but get any deeper than that, and not so much. I often feel like I lose people who get close to me, or those I want to be close to me, as soon as they really know me, or as soon as I no longer have anything to offer them (such as money or sex) and that sucks.

Zen really does care about me though. I am glad I have him, thinking about him helps me to stop feeling sorry for myself, since I am lucky enough to have found the kind of love I've wanted my entire life with him. I just hope that living together and building a life together works out as well as I would like for us.

So anyhow, I went home in a bit of a funk, and I did a little housework, and tried to relax and enjoy the thunderstorm we were having. Ended up watching some documentaries on Netflix. I'm not ready to write about the thoughts that one of them prompted, not yet. But the other one was about cats and I can watch stuff about cats all day.

Then I had a horrible experience. I went out on my balcony to smoke after the rain had stopped. I sat there, and just before I went in, I realized...the sun had been cooking the boards all day, and then it rained. This process had caused sticky sap to ooze out of the boards, and it was all over my feet. UGH!! I have a horror of sticky stuff on me, like if I get syrup or something on my hands I have to go wash immediately. It freaks me out. Just thinking about those Insane Clown Posse shows where they spray Faygo soda all over everyone makes me want to crawl out of my skin. And yes, GWAR sprays stuff too, but it is not STICKY for godssakes. It's just water with food coloring in it, basically. So I uncomfortably walked through the house, probably like a cat with tape on its feet, and got a rag and scrubbed and scrubbed and finally got it off. Mostly. I think. bleghh...*shudders* Awful.
 
Hopefully today is much better for you!

Yesterday was a better day.

I've been thinking a lot about my overall life path. Not something I talk about here often, mostly work. Whether I want to be in this field in the long run or what. It's been sort of a circular argument in my head because I have a lot of "sunk cost" in this, I've been in the same kind of work more or less for 16 years. But I never finished my Bachelor's degree in it, I was 60% of the way there and I have quit twice because life just demanded too much of me and I couldn't do school along with everything else. I know too well what I have to sacrifice in order to do college...my free time. Most of it. Time I know spend keeping my home ordered to my satisfaction, occasionally making art or reading, socializing with my friends, and mostly enjoying my relationship with Zen. I don't want to give up the greater part of all that, to sit in front of my computer and struggle with accounting concepts I haven't had to mess with in years, trying to finish this degree. But...if I had it, along with my years of experience, I'd be a far more valuable employee worth far more pay, and many jobs would open up for me. But I have no passion for this. Sitting at a desk always ends up feeling like a cage sooner or later. I dream of doing something, anything, that brings in more of what I love. Creating, making art, building stuff, networking and being social or talking and helping people, writing. These things bring me more joy. But...changing fields entirely requires a certain investment of time and effort (and money) in training, and it's risky. So I always feel kind of stuck. I watched a documentary that had me thinking about some possibilities but then I looked into it and I'd have to get a Master's degree in a field I have not a smidge of education or experience in to date. Like starting over at square one on a very long and arduous path. Ugh. No. It always comes back to this thing where no, I need to stay where I am for a while, and as soon as it feels feasible I need to get back into school and knock out this degree I've already done more than half the work for. Maybe then I could find a more satisfying position in the same general field and make a lot more money doing it.

But I can't look at those goals seriously yet. I need to get a storage unit in August and start packing and moving STUFF into it, clearing out everything I don't use and getting rid of anything I don't need. Get us all moved in September. Get a new vehicle in October. Then I can think about what I'm doing with work and school. And meanwhile we have to get my older son Ninja on his path in college, too. He is back on the notion of welding but thinking he'll pursue a program in it here in Colorado Springs instead of going to Tulsa. He has realized that having no one he knows in an unfamiliar town might be a problem. At least here he's got a network, not just me but family friends who can help him if he needs it. And if he does get educated and certified and whatever, he can probably land some work with a friend of ours who is the safety guy for these jobs where they shut down power plants and do work on them. I understand that there is a significant amount of welding involved in the repairs and maintenance happening there. And that company pays our friend very, very well. He landed my ex husband a gig doing bozo work, basically logging people in and out of the facility and fetching and carrying, and he made like $18K in a month. It was nuts. It's not constant steady work, it's accepting jobs and traveling to do them, but our friend only has to work a couple of months out of each year to live comfortably.

Makes me wish that kind of work were my own cuppa tea, but it's not.

Only two more days at work until my long weekend, and Thunder in the Mountains! I'm pretty excited about that.
 
I am going to have AC/DC's "Thunderstruck" in my head for a while. Damn it. I mean, it's ok...but AC/DC is one of those bands that was so overplayed on the radio during my life that I'm really meh about 'em. But they played that during the opening presentation to the convention this weekend, so...yeah. I barely know where to start right now...

Toys bought:
- A new leash that matches my awesome steampunk collar, made by the same people.
- A new crop for me (I'm expanding my toybag a bit.) It is wrapped with alternating ribbon, sparkly silver and velvety silver, very pretty, very well made.
- A silicone flogger
- Two fancy little wooden paddles, very pretty silky exotic wood.
- An impact toy that is a loop of rubber cable fixed at both ends into a pretty wooden handle.

Classes taken:
- "Getting in their Heads" with Midori (which was sort of expanded headspace setting and negotiation)
- "Rope Bondage for Absolute Beginners" with John Pendal
- "Precipice: Edge Play" with Stefanos & Shay
- "Transparent D/s: from Projection to Reflection" with Master Skip Chasey
- A panel discussion on kink scene past/present/future
- "Punching & Bruising" with John Pendal

There were some classes we missed, because Zen and I are not likely to do well trying to get to a 9:30 am class after staying up past midnight the night before...and we like morning sex a lot. So Saturday morning we missed some stuff because, sex...Sunday morning we had been up until 2AM and we needed to get functional, packed up, and checked out of our hotel room. So I was sad that I missed Danarama's class on Dollification which sounded pretty cool. He is the Director of kink.com among other things. And I have a fledgling curiosity about dollification.

Still. Midori was lovely as always, and British comedian John Pendal was an absolute delight. Stefanos is smoking hot, and so are his ladies, but the highlight of his class for me was when he made out with another man. That class...I suggested he should name it something else. Edge play is such a meaningless term. It is like how anyone driving faster than you on the highway is a maniac, anyone driving slower is an idiot...edge play is just the kinksters who are driving faster than you right now. That's all. But the class was on psychological triggering, really. Whether terror, interrogation, humiliation, con-non-con, or just cracking someone apart and exposing their weaknesses and then building them back together stronger (hopefully) again afterwards. The class was intense and very triggering for some people. Not so much for me, but I've been to a humiliation class before, so I've seen play like this, and I read the class description so I knew what to expect. There was very little in terms of "edges" like knives or technical "edge play" as in particularly risky genres of kink techniques going on there.... I have my own triggers, in sometimes tripping them is hot in a play environment. But these particular things they did, didn't really bother me and wouldn't be of interest to me. Thing is though, Stefanos and Shay's classes are often described as "better than a Vegas act" and they are, so...it's worth checking out whatever they're doing. Master Skip's class was interesting to both Zen and I, because it was to do with how projection can function in relationships (D/s and otherwise) and in what ways it is good or problematic, and he went into a lot of philosophical things that were tangential to Buddhism and other Eastern metaphysical woo. If his nickname doesn't make it perfectly obvious, Zen has interests in that direction. And I love picking up bits of wisdom wherever I find them. So

Scenes:
Friday night: I wore a schoolgirl-ish outfit I've never worn before, and Zen loved it, so he put me on the cross in my clothes and just pulled them out of the way to do things to me. Mostly impact play, spiced with forced orgasm stuff and nip torture and hair pulling.
Saturday night: Similar forms of play but a longer scene I think, with more impact, and we used a bench. He also did some lovely pinchy-pully and exposure of the bits which is a happy time for this little exhibitionist. Then later on, Fire and I rode sybians facing each other and made out a bit, while Zen controlled mine and Hefe controlled hers. That was...challenging. I wanted to touch her and enjoy her more, but I felt like I had to hold on and I was certainly being overstimulated so it was hard to focus on DOING anything besides just sitting there with my nervous system short-circuiting. But again very pleasing from an exhibitionist standpoint as well.

Sunday we returned, and went to my place for Game of Thrones. So I guess Sam is going to be associated with all things disgusting, or what? Like gee, I wonder what revolting and cringeworthy scene we'll get with him next week...

Monday (yesterday) was interesting. So my van's front brakes were shot, grinding away horribly. I was trying to figure out what to do...they weren't covered under warranty or anything. I've been thinking I'd get rid of this van and get something like maybe a Nissan Rogue later this year, after we move...but I wanted the van for moving. Yet if I had to put a bunch of money into repairs...maybe I should do this now? Well now I'm not sure, but I decided to try the repair route after looking at the used car market around here and not really finding what I wanted at a price I liked. I told the mechanic (and owner of the shop) that I was seriously thinking of getting rid of this vehicle but was hoping to keep it until after my move in a few months...but it isn't worth more than 2 or 3 hundred bucks to me, to do that. So whether I got the brakes fixed or not would depend on what he was prepared to charge me for it. So while the van was in the shop being worked on by his guys, he was at the desk and I was the only customer sitting there waiting...and I delicately broached the topic of kink with him. He was interested! Game. On. So we talked for about 3 hours about kink, love, sex, relationships, etc etc. The conversation was so interesting and lovely for us both, certainly better than a boring Monday morning at work (surprise!) for him...so he knocked off a whole bunch from the cost of my brake job. I got new front rotors and pads for $275. I've paid considerably more for that work on my old van in the past. And he will probably come out to Voodoo, so my efforts to be a good ambassador are served as well.

YAY NETWORKING.

Oh, and while hanging out at Thunder outside in the smoking area I networked up a potentially good art commission for me, and a porn shoot for an aspiring actress. I love this about being an extrovert....

Then yesterday I got together with Zen, we had yummy Mexican food and yummy sex. I am still so in love with him. I can't really put it into words. His eyes, his touch, his voice, his scent...I'm so hooked on him.

And we went down to Voodoo for a class on electrical play, which was fun. I got to see some toys that I am now interested in acquiring.

The only thing about the last weekend that has sucked a bit, is that I've spent more money that I like and now my figures for having what I need to move are not as friendly. So I'm going to need to step up my fundraising and probably sell off some more of my GWAR collection. Which is ok really. My enthusiasm and obsession with GWAR has really been fading. I want to keep a lot of the things I have displayed on walls, but otherwise...I can part with a lot of it. I have parted with a lot of it. But I can part with some more. Makes me glad I accumulated all that stuff. I don't know that I am making a huge profit over what I paid but I think I'm at least breaking even...and it's been a boon when I've found myself in need of funds.
 
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