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Until Death

Death asked me to join him for dinner
so I slipped into my favorite black dress
that I had been saving for a special occasion
and let him walk me to our candlelit tryst.
He ordered a ribeye, extra rare
I ordered two desserts and red wine
and then I sipped
and wondered
why he looked so familiar
and smelled like earth and memory.
He felt like a place both faraway
and deep within my body
A place that whispers to me
on the crisp autumn breeze
along the liminal edges of dusk and dawn
somewhere between dancing
and stillness.
He looked at me
with the endless night sky in his eyes
and asked
‘Did you live your life, my love?’
As I swirled my wine in its glass
I wondered If I understood the thread I wove into the greater fabric
If I loved in a way that was deep and freeing
If I let pain and grief carve me into something more grateful
If I made enough space to be in awe that flowers exist
and take the time to watch the honeybees
drink their sweet nectar
I wondered what the riddles of regret and longing
had taught me
and if I realized just how
beautiful and insignificant and monstrous and small we are
for the brief moment that we are here
before we all melt back down
into ancestors of the land.
Death watched me lick buttercream from my fingers
As he leaned in close and said
‘My darling, it’s time.’
So I slipped my hand into his
as he slowly walked me home.
I took a deep breath as he leaned in close
for the long kiss goodnight
and I felt a soft laugh leave my lips
as his mouth met mine
because I never could resist a man
with the lust for my soul in his eyes
and a kiss that makes my heart stop.

~ Gina Puorro: www.ginapuorro.com
Author’s note: A playful love poem to Death, because I want to remember to relate to it as a part of life, and in ways that exist outside of violence and brutality.

Oahu!

Finally sitting down to write about being In Hawaii for the last two and a half weeks. I kept waiting for the bandwidth but if I do that it’s not gonna happen (been spending this week playing catch up on all the things at home). I don’t even know where to start, there were so many pretty places, cool experiences, many many firsts, and a ridiculously absurd amount of wild chickens! There were many birds, ducks, different foods, lots of shenanigans. I got to experience so many firsts and it was really special, I have so much gratitude to my friend for spending all this time with me to adventure around the island and setting up lifetime experiences for my birthday.

Some of the things I checked out:

  • Got to visit another duck rescue
  • Saw a beautiful garden a friend maintains
  • Visited Byodo-In Temple and hand fed birds!
  • Enjoyed a lovely bbq with another friend who used to live in AZ
  • Visited Mu-Ryang-Sa Korean Buddhist Temple
  • Drove my first golf cart
  • Visited the Pearl Harbor Memorial
  • Visited the Honolulu Zoo and saw my first sloth! Also saw the Nēnē’s <3
  • Checked out the Green World Coffee Farm and got Kona coffee for mom
  • Went to the Dole Plantation and rode the Pineapple Express
  • Visited Ala Moana Beach and saw tiny transparent fishies in the water
  • Flew in a gyrocopter over the north shore of the island
  • Had delicious burger patties at Kua’Aina Sandwich (they claim to be the oldest burger joint on the island)
  • Saw turtles playing in the waves at Laniakea Beach
  • Stopped by Bodega Hawaii for some delicious Spanish chorizo
  • Visited the goats at Sweet Land Farm
  • Saw cute sandpipers running around Hale’iwa Beach
  • Went to the North Shore Macadamia Nut farm
  • Did the raptor tour at Kualoa Ranch and got to drive around seeing the beautiful landscape and movie sets, including Jurassic Park
  • Did a sunrise hike at Makapu’u Point to the lighthouse
  • Went to the Kanuku Sugar Mill and checked out the swap meet
  • Went to Maili Beach and saw crabs running around, also stumbled upon the SCA during fighter practice
  • Went to Ka’ena Point
  • Checked out the coffee factory / Island X Hawaii in Waialua and got more coffee for mi madre, cocoa beans for the bf, & a chicken crossing fridge magnet for myself
  • Tried to check out the goth scene in Honolulu and it was a half way to Halloween pub crawl, a smol one room venue doing an old school goth night, and then someone said hello on the street and I got swept away to Scarlets which was a gay club with large pictures of Kimchi (drag queen) on the walls and male and female go go dancers, definitely reminded me of BS West back in the day.
  • Went to the Wahiawa Pineapple Festival!!!! I had no idea my friends lived in Pineapple Town!!!!!!!1 I friggin looooove pineapples and was absolutely delighted.

There was a lot of derping around the island, I kept going back to North Shore / Haleiwa and checking out what was in the area. I slacked on my usual food protocols and consumed a bit of caffeine and sugar the last few days (and I’m back on my proper protocols now), but I loved hanging out at the cafe and watching all of the wild chickens. There were so many babies running after their mamas! Also, I usually air fry, sous vide, or pan sear steaks at home and I got to grill while I was here, it was so nice. I want a grill so bad now but have no idea where to put it.

It was a bit of an adjustment for me, and I’m glad I handled the warmer climate and humidity without too much trouble, I was a little concerned since I’ve acclimated to colder environments. I got bit up pretty bad by mosquitos the first couple days because I thought I’d be alright during the daytime, but kept a pretty rigid sunscreen / deet / repellent wrist band protocol going the rest of the trip and only got a couple other bites the rest of the trip. My friend’s partner was originally supposed to be deployed and I was there to assist, but they were delayed and ended up going half a week before I returned. Thankfully another friend was coming to help out when I took off, but I think there’s a gap after that friend leaves and spouse returns, I hope there isn’t one or it’s super short because they do so much work to care for ducks they’ve rescued. I tried to help out where I could but wish I’d done better. I think my timing getting back from exploring was off a couple times. I did get over some shit pretty quickly though, I have a lifelong bug phobia and could never stand mealworms and after a couple days I was able to manage the food without flinching. Not sure I could do the blood worms though, grateful I didn’t find out. Also grateful the live crickets didn’t happen, but I would have been cool to chill in the guest room if they had gotten crickets for the ducks. There was also a baby centipede on the bedroom floor one morning when I got up and I squished it and didn’t scream. Aaaand a couple of baby lizards but it was fine because they’re lizards. I think I acclimated alright giving my starting point, but I would like to do better.

I’m kind of paying for deviating from my food protocols and have had a headache and some inflammation in my neck. It’s resolving pretty quickly and other than drinking coffee again I’m pretty much back to where I need to be. All the symptoms that came back will be gone soon. I was glad that I learned what a malasada was and got to try them with my friend. I also found the best taiyaki I ever had in my life in Honolulu, and we realized malasadas to them were probably like taiyaki to me, very nostalgic. The goat farm I went to had this white chocolate matcha macadamia gelato and it was absurdly good, and the goats were right there and I would be rude to not try their gelato. Went to a couple coffee farms, the Dole plantation, had to sample the coffee, had matcha ice cream at one of them, and definitely got the dole whip. I did try poke once because Hawaii, and found the top rated place in Haleiwa. It was pretty tasty and I’m glad their menu specified which items were gluten free. Also did Diamond Head Chocolate while on a tarp run and got the Kona gelato and a truffle with a cherry in the middle. Stupid good. And I saw they had an English menu and a Japanese menu, that was pretty common. Another place in Haleiwa had some of the best prime rib I ever had. All other meals were within my proper protocol so while I Pac-Man’d my way through some of the island to eat up all the dopamine I could, a majority of what I ate was still within my normal way of eating. I have been noting what symptoms have come back and it always reinforces why I do what I do. It’s hard, because dopamine is hard to come by (so is serotonin), my brain just has a lot of deficits and when things are stressful I want chocolate. It’s hard to disconnect this once it gets started, I’ve snowballed a few times previously. Stress/trip/novely/whatever > eats thing > instant dopamine rush in brain > happy + more energy > physical symptoms start internally and/or I break out and my skin is pissed > out of dopamine and miserable and want MOAR. I’m allowing the coffee (because it’s really good Kona coffee) and cream, it’s my last vice. It’s always my last vice, but it’s making the transition smoother.

Oh man, so my last Friday on the island I wanted to see what the goth scene was like… if there was any. I went on Reddit a couple weeks before the flight to see if there was anything and someone mentioned DJ Nocturna and a couple other things that seemed like one offs or occasional things. I reached out to Nocturna on IG and never got a response, whatever. I did comment under a thread asking if things were going on and a kind person messaged me a flyer for a night. Then the last week I was there they sent me another flyer for this Half Way To Halloween event. I grabbed a ticket and went to the venue only to find out this was a pub crawl event which wasn’t really applicable to me. I checked out a couple venues to see if anything was going on and there really wasn’t. I went to find the second event at some venue called the Underground Lounge and Google Maps was failing me. All of a sudden this dude passing me does an about face and starts to talk to me. He tells me he never does this, but I am absolutely beautiful, and asks if we could connect sometime. I thank him and mention I’m only visiting and am leaving in a couple days. He asks where I from and I tell him, amazingly he’s about to be stationed in my area (joy /s). This guy is in the Navy, is currently stationed there, and is about to be reassigned. He asks about connecting online and I’ve gone to enough raves to know no matter how much you do or don’t want to stay connected with someone online, you connect through IG. He mentions how he’s on his way to a club called Scarlets (I had heard of this venue thanks to my friend), and I mentioned how I was looking for this place that was supposed to be nearby and asked if he was up for some venue hopping. He was down, and we found the lounge. The security at the door checking ID’s wished me a happy birthday and Mustache (Navy dude) loudly exclaimed “IT’s YOUR BIRTHDAY?!” Uhh, it was a couple days ago. I genuinely appreciated the nod from security but the exclamation from Mustache was a bit much. The venue was a narrow one room bar and while aesthetically pleasing (damask wallpaper on one side, mirrored walls on the other, black furniture), didn’t really have much going for it. Nocturna was there and spinning 80’s music. It wasn’t even 80’s goth specifically, but a lot of general 80’s music has made it into an 80’s goth night format and most of it tends to work. There was only one chick dancing which I thought was too bad so I joined in and danced for a song. Mustache (the navy dude) is looking at me in what appears to be equal parts excited and clueless, he does not know how to dance, but he wants to dance with the rando goth chick he ended up shooting his shot with and didn’t get hissed at. He’s likely not seen the meme warning mundanes “If that goth chick gives you a chance this season, [usually Halloween or Beltane or other pagan flavored holiday] don’t do it because she’ll sacrifice you.” I don’t remember the verbatim but that’s the idea. I kind of wish I had it on my phone to share at that time but did not. After a few moments he decided he wanted to go find a seat or hang by the friend, I danced a little more then came out to the entrance to find him and we decided to go to Scarlets.

While we were walking, Mustache started speculating out loud about “hypotheticals.” Since he’d mentioned his rank I mentioned being a military brat and my dad’s rank. He said this was intimidating because my dad significantly outranked him (on par with his CO). When I asked why, he said it was because if things between us developed and he eventually met my dad… it was hard to not laugh out loud at this. This would never happen for many reasons, but the audacity on this man merits a fb tag group. Adrian made a funny comment about how I should have said I was polyamorous and that he should be more intimidated of my boyfriend than my father. Why didn’t I think of that?? Scarlets was only 3 or 4 blocks away, it seemed like most night life is in or around Chinatown. There wasn’t a line and when we walked up to the host Mustache said he would get my wristband an auto paid it. I appreciated that but did not expect it. The front room didn’t have much going on, it had a bar and they were playing techno remixes of pop songs. Mustache went and got a drink and offered me one but I politely declined, then we went to check out the main room. The main room had a cat walk with male and female go go dancers, a couple bars, cages, a couple tv screens but I do not remember what was on them. The music wasn’t really my bag. It wasn’t bad, and it wasn’t full on trap, but it was a bit more trap than I usually care for. Mustache tried dancing with me again, and I would just dance to the side or turn so we were at a 45 or 90 degree angle. I wanted to go back to the front room because I liked the music in there more so he hit the bar between the two rooms and we returned to the front room. Then the DJ played Sandstorm because of course they played Sandstorm. This large group of drunk white people came in with all the woo girls and they flailed around, it was funny, I guess the DJ saw the drunk group migrating over before I did. Mustache tried to dance with me again and went to grab my hand, I let him spin me and then he was completely lost from there. I leaned in and asked if he knew how to hustle since two of the drunk peeps seemed to be attempting to hustle. Mustache sadly let me know he didn’t know how to dance, and I said it was fine. We derped around a little longer and then I suggested checking out the main room again.

We went back to the main room and this chick in a Thistle and Spire bodysuit (this is worth Googling, their line is great), and black jean shorts walked into the cage above us and started dancing, the cages were open for patrons to go and dance in/on. She was genuinely fun to watch dance, and Mustache noticed I was watching and said I should go dance in there. I said it wasn’t a good idea, I’m in a dress and she’s in shorts. His response was so. Mine is usually so, but probably for different reasons. I decided I wanted to tell her she was fun to watch dance so I told him I’d be right back and walked up the ramp to the cage. I still mask in public places, especially crowded venues, but am aware it’s incredibly hard to connect with people if the entire venue isn’t masking so I decided to chance it for a few minutes and took my mask off before she saw me. I went in and she looked delighted to see me, I told her she was fun to watch dance and she told me to dance with her. I said I was alright but she asked again so I ended up dancing with her in the cage, she climbed to the outside of it and we were just dancing for a couple minutes when another guy hopped on the cage and then I was surrounded on all sides by a bunch of people holding on and dancing from the outside.

The first guy that jumped on the cage hopped down and started dancing with me. This guy can dance. We synced up well and part of me wanted to take him out for a test drive. I could tell it would have been a lot of fun, we had great physical chemistry dancing together. You just know. I learned over and made a comment about how this was definitely NOT his first rodeo. He really liked this comment and confirmed no it was not. He took my hand and spun me around. He asked if he could kiss me, I told him I’d feel like a dick if he did because another dude paid for my wristband. Without missing a beat he said “fuck him, you only live once,” and I responded “You know what, that’s fair” and he kissed me. He was good too. We danced for another minute and I told him I actually came up to dance with her and pointed at the Thistle and Spire chick, and he was really cool about it and hopped back up on the cage to keep dancing. At this point I was running out of interest in the club and wanted to get my mask back on anyway. This was high risk compared to what I normally do but I was willing to take the risk acceptance to this point for its duration. It was a fun and highly amusing situation I will not forget. I lined up with the club getting out without realizing it, the side door was open and people were exiting (they closed the front room and the front entrance), and Mustache was out there waiting for me. He apparently missed where I had gone and I said I went to tell the chick I liked how she danced. He mentioned meeting up with his buddies (who he pointed out, outside the entrance) and heading to a bar. I mentioned having an early start the next day for a pineapple festival. He asked about getting together and asked when I was leaving, and I reminded him a couple days. I did see the dude isn’t he cage come out with a group and almost considered walking up to him but then I saw the group smoking actual cigarettes, why not weed? Weed is tolerable. Or vapes? I hate vape clouds too but come on, legit cigarettes are the worst. I can’t stand them, they make me cough really bad and it’s painful and it stinks. I left and headed north.

There isn’t much of a goth scene or night life in Honolulu (I get that was a limited look), but there are a boatload of pineapples! The Dole plantation is there and there are fields and fields of pineapples growing. There was a pineapple festival on my last full day there and it was so great. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go since it was being held at an elementary school but the field was big enough to have a stage and seating area and a few rows of booths. The food trucks weren’t applicable and I didn’t see anything I really wanted at the booths, but I did get official merch and it was nice to watch local students perform. There are pineapples everywhere and pineapple things and pineapple treats all over the place, and I’ve never blended into a place as well as I did here. If I kept my mouth shut people assumed I was local. As soon as I opened my mouth it was all, oh she’s from the mainland, it was great. I am absolutely beaming thinking of all the wonderful things that got packed into two and a half weeks, and I hope to come back. I’m so happy my honorary home is where all the pineapples are. <3

On ending and walking away from [a 15 year]relationship/s

This is going to be a vulnerable and candid reflection on relationships. Conflict is inevitable, what matters is how it’s handled, and not handling it or trying to wait it out isn’t going to improve the situation. This goes for any dynamic, platonic or otherwise. I think it’s important to hold the people you choose to keep in your inner circle to the same standards you hold for yourself (reasonable is implied here). What I mean by this is I can expect a lot from people in my life when we’ve developed a deep and rewarding relationship, but I would happily and freely offer anything I would ask for and more. These are dynamics built on trust and partnership to understand each other’s wants, needs, and boundaries.

I take great issue when someone holds others to a different standard than themselves. Someone who understands impact versus intent if it’s about their own feelings, but not for others, have a considerable gap in their ability to empathize. Expansive thinking is a skill in simultaneously understanding and considering someone else’s feelings while doing the same for yourself. It creates space for both individuals and is where repair work happens. To expect someone to see your side and consider your feelings without any willingness to extend the same should be a hint this isn’t a relationship you want to invest in. The decision to withhold effort or accountability has already been made. “I’m sorry you feel that way” style apologies are passive aggressive, gaslighting / weaponizing therapy speak is unacceptable. No one would accept that as an apology, so why waste the energy when everyone understands the dismissiveness and unwillingness to own part of the conflict? Feeling hurt because someone expressed they were hurt is a deflection. A lot of people seem to have this perception that if someone came to them about being hurt by something they did, that they are safe and would hear it out with a willingness to dialogue. It’s what they’d want on the other end of that interaction. There are still people who are unwilling to do this and refuse to do the work when confronted.

We can try to hold space for those we care about, but it’s impossible to keep a healthy relationship going if only one person is doing the lifting. Someone who chooses to remain angry, or feel wronged after an earnest apology is choosing to feel “in the right.” No matter how many repair attempts are made, if someone is choosing to assume the worst in you, or says they won’t even read your last message when you were acknowledging their feelings, is projecting. They are assuming you’ll meet them with the same aggression or animosity they’re showing you, and they can’t face validating it so they tell you they won’t read your last message (in case they are wrong). Someone who is doing this would never accept that kind of disrespect if they had gotten that message. You can’t hold space for someone when they assume the worst in you, especially when they refuse to acknowledge your efforts to fix things. Priorities matter, what’s more important? The continued wellbeing of both parties or rationalizing some anger you’re desperate to hold on to? I get that it’s easier to blame someone else for your anger than it is to feel uncomfortable and grow, but that also means you’re not a safe person, you don’t create safe spaces, and this will impact interactions throughout your life in some way until it is addressed. When there is no respect, there is no relationship.

This comes down to ego and the willingness to hold space and consideration for the emotions of others. Not everyone gets there, it takes self awareness, desire/motivation, and usually therapy. This is also an acknowledgment that the depth of our relationships are dependent on how deep we’ve reflected within ourselves. Someone could be giving you the best they are capable of right now. That can be appreciated and at the same time, I can decide the safest thing I can do for myself is not invest where there is limited EQ. I don’t need this kind of energy in my life, I don’t make space for it the way I used to. No hate, no baggage, only choosing to no longer accept it and I am happier for it.

I’ve gotten better at accepting when relationships run their course and when people enter and exit my life. In some ways I’ve adopted impermanence emotionally (so I guess some detachment) when for a long time it was only a concept. Losing people used to gut me, I would lose my shit. I still care about people who are no longer in my life but meant a lot to me, from a distance. I used to want to be friends with everyone, now I want to focus on dynamics where I feel aligned with someone who is able to hold space with me and develop a deep and secure relationship. I want to propagate strong and meaningful bonds. Honesty and respect are foundational pillars to any dynamic. This is going to dictate how I interact with others and what frequency we’ll see each other. I want to interact in the world through kindness and compassion.

I’m still working on myself, but I’m glad I’ve made it to this point. It doesn’t sit poorly with me, I don’t feel like I have anything to grieve, and I was able to give myself all the closure I would have ever needed because I’m good with how I handled it. There’s no hate from me, I hope only the best for them on their journey, but our path forks here.

Happy Anniversary

Today is our actual anniversary but we will celebrate this weekend. Last weekend I shared a playlist called “A” that contains music I’ve collected throughout our relationship that I associate with him or us, and a few are some of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. Sometimes the emotional pull from music overwhelms me and these ones make me think of Adrian, like Lamb’s Lullaby.

I am excited to do absolutely nothing together, I think we really needed low key this year.

Random side note, I’ve been trying to deconstruct and rebuild my life to become a better version of myself and can already see I’m trying to take on too many new things at once without clearing old things that consume time and bandwidth. I’m still learning balance and steady pacing, I keep trying to go from 0 to 100 and that’s not smart. I’m trying to refocus and prioritize on mental and physical health first without getting overwhelmed by everything else. Hoping I can reflect on this in a year and see my efforts were successful. I have to believe in myself, it’s not the first time I’ve thrown everything out (habits/beliefs and perceived limitations/clutter) and started over.

Four Years

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked at this and so so so so so much has happened in this amount of time. I want to reflect on where things are compared to where they were at the last time I logged in. Setting a boundary to be parallel polyam saved our relationship and gave us the breathing room, time, and distance we needed to focus on our lanes and priorities. I was so upset with my meta right before putting this boundary in place and it fueled unnecessary arguments. The boundary stopped the bleeding and gave us all time to grow as individuals. Adrian and I have co-created this beautiful union together and every time I’ve asked myself what matters most to me, it’s this. We both understood this partnership is wonderful and we don’t have arguments often, but whenever they happened it felt like it was eroding our relationship. We started working with an EFT therapist in the summer and had no idea what to expect, but were able to see the benefits start coming through pretty quickly. Our communication was already pretty good, but it’s improved immensely when we’ve misunderstood each other and that has helped us avoid escalations where things could go sideways. EFT has 3 stages and we’re in stage 3, it feels like this has already been successful but I don’t want to risk dropping off before we’re truly ready. We’re starting to taper down frequency though and I think we’re in a good spot for it. It feels like we’ve strengthened our relationship with gold. I also acknowledge regarding the polycule in general, everyone is working on their own growth which is great but we might remain parallel indefinitely and that’s valid and okay. This process has helped me let go of the anger and a lot of the hurt I had been holding on to.

We’re celebrating our 4 year anniversary next week, it’s absolutely wild how quickly this came up. We’re going to keep it low key this year and just enjoy each other’s company. Mi madre made an observation while discussing the anniversary about how whenever she sees us coming or going, Adrian helps me with my bag and I should never tell him “no, I’ve got it” or that I don’t need any help. I told her I wouldn’t do that. I noted how he still gives me his hand when I get up from a table, opens doors for me, and does all of these loving and caring acts that I appreciate. I mentioned it to him and he said he was glad that his small gestures of affection are appreciated. I really do every. single. time.

We’ve talked about how we’re glad we met when we did. I’m grateful I got a lot of fuck ups out of the way first. We found out shortly after we started dating that we attended the same fetish ball in 2011. It’s wild how we could have met then but the timing would have been bad. I never lingered in a “I wish we met sooner and could have had even more time together” headspace. We lined up at the right time and I am grateful we have a future to look forward to together. I told him recently that this is the relationship I dreamed of while I remained uncommitted for almost a decade, to be able to love fiercely and passionately and without limiting myself. It’s the first time I’ve been able to invest and go all in on a partnership like this. My best friend from Vegas and her partner came to visit this last weekend and we all grabbed dinner downtown. Adrian mentioned over dinner that we’d like to do some kind of handfasting ceremony when I said I hadn’t thought of mom wondering why we’re not getting married now that we’ve been dating for this long until Adrian made a comment speculating about it a while back. I have always made statements about how we’re not traditional people but I don’t think she’d be for a handfasting because it would probably be too pagan for her. Part of me high key wants to do some kind of celebration for us but another part isn’t sure what that would look like or when so I haven’t thought about it.

Something else that came up over the last week was how I used to wish things with Josh worked out, but if it had it’s likely Adrian and I may have never met or had a chance to develop this dynamic, and I would not trade this for anything. I feel so loved and well cared for, my heart is full, desires met, I am perfectly content. I glow because he enables me (and provides the safety I need in a relationship) to be the kind of partner I’ve always wanted to be. I’m fine with how everything turned out, and he noted how significant that was because he knows I loved Josh very much. This is true and there are parts of me that are still really sad about how badly I handled things, there are a few things I wish I managed better, wish I ended things nicer, wish I had been kinder, but at the time I felt like I would always return to that bridge if I didn’t burn it down. That’s not an excuse for doing things shittily, I burned it down to put myself before him and was selfish. Part of me resented him for doing to me what his partner did to him, and I don’t know if he ever grokked that, or maybe he did and felt he was doing me a favor by upsetting me. The whole thing was toxic. I’m acknowledging the way we loved each other wasn’t healthy, and being in a loving and secure relationship has helped me reflect back on this with a more pragmatic lens. Due to circumstances we weren’t good for each other and I assumed if things were different we would have built a beautiful relationship, but there’s no way to know and it hasn’t been relevant for a long time. I’ve let go of the damage I took from that time, I hope he has too.

Everything is in Gatorade?

Apparently all the things, like half, are in retrograde and I don’t follow this stuff or understand what it’s supposed to mean to those who who do follow it, but everything’s been a shit show and I’m kind of over here going… it’s just been a continual shitshow since forever anyway? Work is going alright, personal stuff seems to be okay, my relationship is struggle bussing. I was so mad earlier today, the communication disconnect is so bad, I’m being heard but not understood. I’m worried but I’m fed up, sad but angry, frustrated but ready to try another approach to try and bridge this gap. It’s a new issue with major consequences and I know I’m justified in my anger but I absolutely hate being angry and having issues open on the table. I don’t know if we’ll have better success tomorrow. I hope we do. I think the third rounds a charm and I really really hope we can learn from this.

His birthday present just showed up at my door and I brought it in. It’s a week away, Idk how anything is gonna go.

A close friend I consider family stayed on the phone with me for a couple hours while I vented and rubber ducked tonight. This person has the unique perspective on both sides and gave me some ideas and helped me reconfirm root causes of my grievances. I am eternally grateful for this kind of support. Then we caught up on what’s been going on, on their side.

Another friend I’ve known for over a decade pinged me out of the blue this evening. This is someone I worked with at the same company a long long time ago and then randomly ran into at a pub in downtown Seattle for a hacker meetup when I was visiting for an interview. I had no idea he relocated and we kind of reconnected and went on a date after I’d moved to town but he had to step back due to his partner at the time dealing with some distress (unrelated to our date as far as I know). Well, when I asked for volunteers to test out a zoom call with me prior to an interview earlier this year, he happened to catch it and hopped on to chat for a bit. Later I pinged him and made an inquiry about sitting on his face and he said that would be “sexcellent.” I said I’d be stealing that, which I have at least once. And then he pings me tonight to pick back up on the conversation after seeing a post I made wanting instant gratification in the form of tacos. This flirting came back out of nowhere and it’s going strong and it’s more than welcome, the abrupt restart kind of threw me off though. We’ll see if and when and where this goes.

The Stand-In

Why am I up at 2:46am? This is the second time in two weeks I’ve gotten sick and vomited then had to clean up and take a hot shower to relax all the muscles that tensed up and freaked out in the process. Last… Wednesday(?) I was suspecting food poisoning from sashimi but wasn’t sure if maybe the coconut aminos or wasabi might have set me off. Today it seems to be brisket, which I previously thought was safe. Treating GI issues through this long process and limiting known sensitivities means small cross contamination’s or cheats completely wreck me. I guess you have to get worse before you get better?

I feel like distracting myself by going over recently enjoyed media until my mind and body feel capable of resting and falling asleep. I’ve been binging a lot of scifi in movies, shows, and books. The most recent book being The Hail Mary, I loved it and I love that the bf recently ran through it so we could nerd out about it together. Every time I find a new scifi that I get absorbed in, it becomes the current favorite, but I’m sure top favorite is still The Last Emperox series. I have the Bobiverse series queued next per recommendation from a friend (and it coincidentally happens to be narrated by the same guy that did Hail Mary), and bf is already on book four so I guess it’s on par for good scifi. After Hail Mary I ended up on a bit of an accidental scifi break and ended up on The Stand-In by Lily Chu. It just started auto playing next and at first I wasn’t sure if I was going to stick with it but it was so relatable in some weird ways at the beginning.

The character is Chinese-Canadian, working in corporate, and dealing with harassment from a boss. That’s about where the similarities end… there are some relatable bits about being a biracial person in a western culture but personality wise the main character’s personality seems more passive than mine. I guess she’s slowly getting out of that and learning to self advocate in all aspects of her life, but I also remember how beaten down I felt a few years ago when I was going through corporate hell. She ends up in an absurd situation and some parts are predictable and eyeroll-y but the execution and detail are kind of endearing and fun. It’s been some fun escapism, I guess this was what it was like for tweens and teenagers relating to suuuper generic Bella from Twilight when it first came out. It wasn’t really my bag. I relate to an Asian character who is trying to care for her mom while also trying to survive corporate bureaucracy and other bs.

So earlier this evening before I got sick with an upset stomach, I found out Halsey created a companion movie for If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power and that it was streaming on Moment House for only 48 hours starting 9/29. I just got it, watched it, loved it, sang along with parts of it, and am obsessed. My favorite movie is The Fountain, my next favorite movie is this one, and I am so mad I didn’t know about it when it was in IMAX for one day in August. I don’t feel like it had enough reach in advertising because I was obsessing about the album around that time, is saw a live interview with Halsey and Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross. I feel like if anyone really wanted to understand me, they could watch these two films. I really really hope it gets another run in theaters, and that it’ll become available for digital purchase, and that Halsey tours in 2022 or 2023. If any of this happens, it’ll be a neeeed to attend these things.

I’m trying not to worry too much about some insecurities going on internally right now. I can’t do anything about them at this moment and I still don’t know how to approach these topics. But something hit my chest earlier while listening and spacing out, no one really believed in me, or at least verbalized it as much as Josh. I guess he saw more facets of me than anyone else, with the exception of mi madre. He knew me professionally, as a friend, a lover, and someone who desperately wanted to form a partnership with him. And now we’re strangers, I think we both feared that at one point. So much has changed, and there’s a lot of experience and perspective between 2016 and now. I’m not who I used to be, and I know the same is true for him just as it is for everyone. Im still trying to work on regrets, they’re not related to the moments we chose each other, they’re related to the moments we didn’t. It’s also weird acknowledging if things had gone different and we had our run, I wouldn’t have Adrian and that is a heartbreaking idea all on its own. I think we have multiple loves of our lives, why should we deny ourselves or others the love and opportunity to experience these bonds?

I’ve been weirdly back and forth about the concept of a nesting partner again. I know there are some milestones he and I won’t cross off together, but that’s okay. We don’t expect any one person to fulfill all the roles or all our needs. I just have this insecurity about what if my health declines, what’s the threshold before he looks at me differently? Is it not fair to him to think that way? There was a recent discussion about caregiving for previous partners and I don’t think he realized the words I held back, or how it impacted me. I need to have this conversation, but it’s bad timing. This time of year isn’t easy on him, I’m trying to wait.

It’s 3:19am, here I was recapping the things I’ve been enjoying lately and my brain had to circle back to current stress. Someday it’ll be reprogrammed enough away from survival mode and into an optimal one.

Bass Canyon 2021

I’ve been wanting to write about this but kept putting it off, I regret not writing about a few things when they were fresh in my memory, but I’ll try and capture what I still have. And it’s not like it was a long time ago, it’s just been hectic with a lot going on since then so it’s hard.

Our polycule decided to go to Bass Canyon along with a couple friends in our camp. I had to do a lot of risk assessments on deciding whether or not to go and had a lot of internal distress and conflict over my choices. In the end I didn’t want to not se my partner for a week and then isolate from my polycule for two weeks after, meaning not seeing them for three weeks total while also having the biggest FOMO of my life, and I’ve gotten better at dealing with fomo over the years but this would have been awful. We’re all also vaccinated and I’d already gotten a booster by then and also planned on wearing masks in the shuttle and around the crowds, so I tried to focus on harm reduction and what we could do that was practical. In the end I also had to accept the risk that if any negative consequence came from this choice I’d have to eat it.

I spent Wednesday packing and Thursday we all arrived at the bf’s house to coordinate, get the big items packed, and then caravan out towards The Gorge. We had our vehicles numbered with paint and we planned how we’d enter the venue so we’d all be camped next to each other. I was concerned about heat during the day and tried to prepare as much as possible, when we got to the venue and our cars were queued in the lines, there were so many lines it looked like a parking lot, we got out and set up a canopy with chairs in between car one and two in our group so we had shade and beverages and mister bottles to stay cool until we saw the lane next to us start to move and then we broke everything down and got back to our cars to get to our camping spot. I’m glad we went VIP and got premier parking so we had lots of space and were all next to each other, our cars on one side and a fence on the other.

Once our campsite was setup (we had two canopies tied next to each other and tents all facing the center) we had dinner, my meta was kind enough to do a bunch of meal prepping if we were able to chip in some cash and she brought a butane stove and equipment. We had bbq chicken and green beans and potatoes, her bf brought marinaded steaks and we devoured everything. It was the best meal during the entire event. We were tired but decided to check out the Thursday pre party and walked over to the amphitheater. With how dark parts of the path was and this also being my first rodeo at this venu, it was a little tricky. I prepared a clear backpack and had a small flashlight with me so I had that out and available going forward. The bf and the meta squared’s friends and I ran around and enjoyed the evening then eventually headed back and I crashed out in the tent, bf was with meta that night.

Friday:

The next morning I woke up early but it was too bright for me to stay awake. I grabbed the overnight oats the meta made for me, they all had our names on the kids since she gave us flavor options and mine was a chia/flax alternative since I can’t currently do oats. It was still more starch and fiber than I was used to but it was tasty and dense. We hung out that day playing games, making kandi, eating, I’d still brought whatever snacks I could that were safe for me on this restricted diet. Some of us went to the amphitheater in the afternoon and then came back to eat and then get ready for that night and then went back. Half of the group decided to roll, one of the meta squared’s friends decided to alter and I joined since it was a favorite, after considering it’s a new environment and my first run outside at an event and with a crowd, but I was with my group and decided to go for it. It was definitely different, I was more alert and within reality than usual but I understand set and setting are a big part of this. Our group would split and rejoin throughout the night going between stages. The bf and I spent a lot of this time at the main stage and he brought the poi I got him for Christmas and also the lightwhip meta squared got him and I got pics and video. Meta and meta squared were being super cute and I got some pics of them too, I took a lot of pics Friday.

And a funny thing I commented when entering the venue to the bf was I was wearing less clothing at this event than I had at fetish balls, and I’d been to multiple. I mean, that’s acceptable at both events but this was something I found amusing. I was also more focused on function and not overheating than on festival fashion but it lined up. It was also difficult because I was healing a tattoo during this time, which wasn’t supposed to happen. I was scheduled with a tattoo artist that was visiting from South Korea three weeks prior but her time estimates day off weren’t good and she had to reschedule me to the Monday before the trip, and this journey started Thursday. I really tried my best, I had isopropyl alcohol in a little spray bottle, paper towels, and the right lotion in my bag and was tending to the tattoo often. I also made sure to shower every day I was on site, but it was still a struggle and another factor in making this a harder event.

When everyone got together again in the pit we were all head banging and having the greatest time when Sullivan King was on stage. The meta was checking on me and we had an interesting moment, she had not been in this state for a few years while dealing with other things and had commented to the bf about him missing this version of her, carefree, empowered, happy. She explained to me in this mode she felt like a goddess, she felt sexy, and she was a little concerned about taking her clothes off in public since that was her mode in private. She’d done a test run with the meta squared prior to make sure everything was kosher. I told her what she was describing on x was on par with me on y, and she said the bf had mentioned that to her. We’d had a conversation earlier in the year to reconcile our relationship and have been rebuilding our friendship, but this was really the moment where I felt like we were seeing each other eye to eye as equals. Equals in confidence and self assurance, inherent value, understanding, love and respect. It was a powerful shared mutual experience that has stuck with me. I have a lot of love and respect for her, I’ve seen the work she’s put into herself, her life, and her goals.

I got tired and decided I wanted to go find a place to sit and then have the group find me after the show when it was time to head back. This other couple saw me trying to get through the crowd to the exit, and the dude asked me if I was trying to get out. When I nodded he asked if he could go ahead and push through a path for us and I nodded again, and the chick he was with grabbed my wrist and pulled me through like I was a toy bunny. We eventually made it to the incline up the hill and they asked me if I was okay, if I was with anyone, where I’d like to go. I told them my people were back in the pit and would come find me. They took me to the fire domes with the benches and I chilled on a bench while they cuddled on the grass, and I let the group know where to find me. There was another dude sitting by me on the grass who was also altered and he had a really cool molecule tattoo on his forearm so we all started chatting. The chick asked if she could give me a tattoo and I was like whut? She then explained it would fade in a week or two and I realized she was talking about henna so I was like sure. She drew a huge windy flower on my left thigh, and then her and dude decided to take off and go find food. The other funny thing was while we were walking from the main stage to the fire domes, she’d mentioned not knowing she was going to this event until the day prior. Apparently she met this dude a week prior so this was a super new budding thing, and I hope it’s going well for them. They were really cute and nice.

Eventually my group came for me and we took the shuttle back and bf stayed with me, meta and meta squared were together. I think there was some midnight silent disco thing going on some of them went to but unsure. I was really happy to have an intimate evening with the bf, I was achey and trying to manage with my script muscle relaxer and edibles and he gave me some body work before escalating. I remember looking out one of the screens because it was down and seeing moonlight and kind of giggling at myself, like it was dark out and I don’t think anyone could see anything unless someone cutting through near the fence got nosy but we zipped it up. I crashed pretty hard that night.

Saturday:

Saturday we got up and meta made the bacon wrapped tater tots she prepped and also made waffles. Then her and I went to the showers together, previously I’d walked with meta cubed cause she had scentless soap I derped and forgot to pack, but meta and bf hooked me up after that. The meta was very transparent with me about being concerned about comms between meta cubed and I since meta and I had a rocky history last year, and her and meta squared aren’t doing so well. I assured her that wasn’t the case, meta cubed offered to go to the shower with me and offered supplies, and I wasn’t happy with meta cubed’s decision to pretend nothings wrong and everyone’s on good terms instead of putting in the work to actually dialogue these issues out, because that forced all of us to pretend and it’s not my bag. It’s not meta’s bag either, I sympathize here. The line was long, but it gave us some time to chat and bond, and then the shower was so good. I made a joke to the bf later it felt like was washing off my sins from the previous night. The follow up statement was the necessity to sin some more.

The rest of the day was more kandi, games, going to the amphitheater in the afternoon and seeing VAMPA kick things off, then we went on the Ferris wheel because bf knew I reeeeeally wanted to check it out. Then we went back to eat and get ready, and by this point I was struggling because a lot of the options weren’t safe for me and I’d already cheated a little but didn’t want to add more stress to my system. The meta did not cook the items she’d prepped after this point and felt really bad about it, but we all understand how hard it was to do all of that labor while also trying to enjoy the event with everyone else. That’s a lot, aaand she was dealing with a broken toe. The entire group was going to alter and this was something that was new to me but I decided I wanted to experience with everyone else, I just had to delay my start until we got to the venue because I wanted to eat first. I split from the group and found carne asada tacos, then texted bf when to come find me so I could start. My timing with the delay wasn’t super great, shortly after getting situated we linked up with the rest of the group and it was their time to re-up so I joined them to be as close to group schedule as possible (this was my wish). We were at the side stage and I was suuuper happy to see Benda. Then we ended up back in the pit and this time it wasn’t great, my tattoo had been slapped three times (all accidents but hurt and was concerning), I was over it, and I decided I wanted to go back to camp. I told the group about my plan and reassured them not to worry about me and then started pushing through the crowd. When I was going up the incline this huge group got in front of me out of nowhere and I fell on the asphalt on my tailbone, I was so pissed off. A couple people ran up to check on me and one chick grabbed my hand to pull me up, they asked if I was alright and I said “yep” and kept going until I made it to the shuttle.

I let the group know what was going on, and when I made it back to my tent and zipped it up, that’s when everything kicked in, and it wasn’t a rollercoaster, it was a rocket leaving the atmosphere. This altered thing basically held back while I had a mission to get to my own space and as soon as I was secured it just went into full swing, and I was expecting to be around my people when this happened so it was really jarring. I’d been texting my good friend about what was going on since I was on the shuttle at the venue so I called her when I was at the tent, explained everything that had just happened, and asked about some safety things and best practices. This was not her first rodeo, she was familiar with what was going on, what I was experiencing, and reassured me she wasn’t concerned at the moment, but also had me text her the bf’s number so she could ping him and let him know we were talking and that she’d let him know if she felt he should come back to camp for me. Apparently my tone had changed three times within five minutes, and while what I was describing sounded really aggravated, my tone was upbeat and like I was having the best time of my life and everything was great. I found this absolutely fascinating. She also flipped this around from a meh and oh well make the best of it situation into a really good experience. Despite being far away and not being there in person, she was part of my experience and making it a great one. I was warm and cozy and comfortable, not concerned if I drifted off, and everything was fine. Eventually bf did come back gave me some more body work and cuddled me. This was something he’d mentioned wanting to experience with me, and was sorry things turned out the way they did that night with the tattoo and tailbone but was alright. I was bummed I missed BTSM but at the same time I was fine with it.

Sunday:

It was warm Sunday, I couldn’t sleep in due to the tent getting warm so I chilled in a chair under the canopy. We were tired, some of our group had gone to the midnight silent disco the prior night. I was trying to be very aware and careful about my needs and pulled back whenever I needed to, and jumped back in whenever I felt ready. We hung out during the day, bf and I did an ice run for the coolers. We tried to breakdown whatever we could Sunday afternoon to make the next morning easier on us but that meant getting ready and going back to the venue in the evening. I’m sad that meant missing SWARM but it happens. There was also the tiniest little bat hanging out under the top of our canopy. I guess the poor thing got separated from its peeps or got tired and couldn’t make the trip home so we tried to leave it be and let it rest until it was ready to continue its journey. It was a smol little fuzz ball, and we felt like it picked the right camp since this was the goth/raver/graver group. It was super windy all day and that poor thing was hanging on pretty tight. I was pretty drained since I was at major caloric deficits due to circumstances, so when we got back to the venue I found a burger stand and ordered two patties and two slices of cheese, defaulting back to carnivore survival. It did the trick and I felt a lot better after eating, we tried to head for the main stage then but it was so windy I couldn’t deal with it.

When I checked the weather app I saw wind was 17mph and bf was like yeah that’s extreme wind. We went down to the side stage and setup a blanket by the fire domes (which most water in the day time instead of dancing fire btw) but the wind was picking up so bad I was curled up with my head in my lap. I said I was going to call it and head back to camp and had a couple requests, 1 can I get a little body work before I go and 2, can they text me if the wind calms down because I might want to come back. Bf worked on me a little bit and then I headed to the shuttles. When I got on I saw a bunch of people waiting outside the gates and found out the venue wasn’t letting anyone else in at the moment due to the wind, and when I updated the group on it they mentioned the main and side stages stopped due to the wind also. One of the friends back at camp mentioned everything got knocked over from the wind and I said I’d help when I got back to camp. It was really bad, the canopies were bent and I think one was destroyed. I tried to sort through what I could while friend was also trying to break things down, and I snapped a pic of the destruction and the rest of the group was on the way back. I was in such bad shape from being in the wind and dealing with dust that I apologized to the friend and said I needed to tend to my tattoo, he said no worries. So I went in and tended to it, then passed out. They decided to break everything down except for the tents, I also had everything ready to go in my car except for what I had in the tent since I had to leave early for some obligations the next day. After getting everything sorted and the venue opening back up, the group went back to the venue but I stayed behind and caught up on sleep. I’m so glad I did this, bf came back and snuggled with me, and I woke up early Monday morning to head out before the rush. It was so cold and windy that morning I didn’t want to leave the warm tent and the cuddles, and I get why people were in onesies and large hoodies and fleece pajama pants that morning.

At least everything was pretty much ready to go, I told bf I was taking off and drove to Enumclaw, filled the gas tank and got caffeine, texted the group where the best gas price was and kept going. There was almost no traffic until Snoqualmie which I appreciated, and even the Monday rush hour wasn’t too bad. I think the rest of my camp got out around 9:30 and it wasn’t too bad for them either.

I was exhausted, and by Monday night my throat started bothering me. I was pretty sick for a week after that, and so we’re the two friends that joined us. Somehow bf, meta and meta squared did not get sick and I’m glad they were spared. The three of us who did get sick got tested for covid, I did a rapid and then followed up with a PCR, both were negative. This was some crazy viral pharyngitis that turned into a secondary sinus infection I had to clear with doxy and I was not happy about it. I’m mad people still go to these things sick. I’m glad it wasn’t worse, but it was rough, and again I knew whatever happened I’d have to eat it. I questioned my decisions all that week. I wish I could have skipped the “wool flu” at the end, I’ve never gotten “con crud” so wtf.

Overall this was an amazing experience I’m glad I got to share with everyone. I don’t know if I could handle another four day camping music festival like this again. If I were to try it again I did learn a few things I would do differently and prepare differently/better next time. I’m used to multi day festivals where I have a car and a hotel I can go back and forth from at my leisure and where there are a lot of food options. But I also understand the benefits of the premium camping site and being able to do it all on foot or shuttle when dealing with a remote location. It was worth it.

Mt. Charleston Fire

2 hours ago:

“US Forestry and Las Vegas Fire Department are battling to extinguish a blaze at the Mt Charleston Lodge. Hope everyone is safe and this is contained quickly.”

8 minutes ago:

“No reported injuries, lodge appears to be a total loss.”

My heart is very sad about this. I’m grateful I was able to escape there when I lived in the area, and that I could share it with so many I adored. Also very sad I don’t get to share it with Adrian or anyone else.

The Softer Side

Image description: A tweet reading “I love feeling safe enough to be the soft version of me, I don’t want to constantly be on defense. I operate best when I’m moving in delicacy and love.”

I am soft and smol. Sometimes fiery, sometimes sharp and spiky, but much prefer operating in the soft and kind space.

New Sneaker Pimps!

Holy shit! There’s a new Sneaker Pimps album that came out this week! Listening to it for the first time right now and am on Love Me Stupid and am enjoying this immensely. There’s so much that I’ve been meaning to log in here before details fade from memory, but lately I’ve been thinking about all the albums that I’ve loved the most since Halsey’s If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power came out less than three weeks ago. It’s produced with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross and it’s a goddamn masterpiece and I’ve been obsessing over it since it’s debut.

Halsey: If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power (8/27/2021)

Grimes: Miss Anthropocene (2/22/2020)

Kerli: Shadow Works (2/22/2019)

Kimbra: Primal Heart (4/20/2018)

KANGA’s self titled album (11/4/2016)

BoA: Kiss My Lips (5/12/2015)

The Birthday Massacre: Pins and Needles (9/14/2010)

Utada Hikaru: Ultra Blue (7/13/2006)

That’s off the top of my head. I know there are others but going reverse without skipping right to The Spirit Room in 2001 is hard. Also picking a favorite Utada album is hard, there’s so much good music but Ultra Blue is one of my most favorite eras. Outside of personal favorite “masterpiece” albums there have been some newish or new to me artists coming out that I’ve been enjoying like One True God, Cruel Youth, VAMPA, SIERRA, Moris Blak, Khiva, LICK, Debby Friday, and fucking Louisahhh, ugh I love her attitude that comes through in the music. There’s so much good music coming out all the time and it makes me incredibly happy. It was nice to spend a few minutes nerding out about music.

I love how 10 hours ago IAMX posted on their social media:

“ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY BEAUTIES .

THE NEW SNEAKER PIMPS ALBUM IS
!!OUT!!

AFTER AN OBSCENE AMOUNT OF TIME MILKING OUR SEPARATE EGOS WE FINALLY FOUND OUR LOVE, HUMOR AND COMMON GROUND AGAIN .

WE ARE VERY PROUD .

IF ITS YOUR THING GO GET IT
IF ITS NOT YOUR THING GO GET IT ANYWAY .

DEEP LOVE

CCX”

“After an obscene amount of time milking our separate egos we finally found our love, humor and common ground again.”

^ That really resonated with me. A few friendships have dropped over the years for various irreconcilable differences, and it was usually ego based at the root. I’m grateful a few have repaired and resumed, I’m happy to have people I cared about back in my life. This happened with my meta earlier this year and I’m grateful. And I know it doesn’t always land that way, which makes each one special and a blessing.

Summer 2021

I feel bad I haven’t really been recording dreams much lately. They’re still a regular thing, it’s just harder to have time to do it while I remember in the morning with normal corporate hours.

A couple weeks ago the bf and I went to Phoenix for a show and it was a disaster due to weather. Two thirds of my brunch rsvp’s didn’t show the next day, there were a lot of family emergencies. It made me feel awful, like me being in Phoenix brought down a lot of bad luck on my friends. We tried to make the best out of the trip but a long of things cascaded in that direction. I was also nervous about traveling for the first time with pandemic. I’m still masking everywhere even if I am vaccinated, and guidelines just updated to resuming masking inside because of the new variant. I don’t think anyone is surprised.

Dealing with health things has been interesting. I thought the doc was giving up on me when she suggested an ND but I realized it’s because she knows they have more flexibility to order lab work if they’re data driven, and the one I found is. We’ve since discovered some crazy food sensitivities and some rare hypothyroidism. The endo I saw years ago only ran TSH instead the the whole panel and missed it. I can’t even begin to describe the anger and excitement I’m feeling simultaneously. Started cytomel and it’s been a weird adjustment, like my brain doesn’t feel fatigued and then wants to force reboot. Also started some other GI things and are going from there.

Friends we’ve become fwb with invited us to Vegas. It’s nuts we’ve been around the same cons and circles but never met. This keeps happing where I go somewhere and find “my people” or “my tribe” and it’s great, but wild we hadn’t run into each other sooner when we could have. So many of my friends in the PNW are from AZ and CA. Whelp, we’re going to Vegas, I have no idea what to expect since it’s the first Vegas trip with the bf and the first with a group since my first ever trip to Vegas.. and that worked out but it was stressful. This time I have way more autonomy on top of experience, and cash flow. It’s crazy how much of a difference it makes. My femme companion wanted to take me shopping for the trip and now I’m going to live in swimwear, pasties, and coverups the entire time. She’s a big fan of the topless pools and it was kind of funny when I asked if it was the one at Mandalay and it was the one at Mirage. I’ve also been craving La Comida, Mon Ami, and Sprinkles. I really miss the neon desert.

I’m so tired, how can I be this tired but still fight insomnia?

Late Nights

I feel like a hot mess late at night with my thoughts.

I still have a hard time listening to Utada Hikaru’s music despite loving her so much. I’ve tried to circle back to her a few times and felt some emotional sting despite wanting to keep current with releases. I’ve been listening this evening and it’s a tough mix of nostalgia, sadness, happiness, wanting to reach out and share whenever things are brand new, wanting connection. But it’s mostly the nostalgia.

The joy in impermanence

I think about this space periodically but haven’t figured out why I’ve been so negligent or avoidant to update. I go back and forth between not knowing what to write out because nothing seems notable and then ADHD brain feels like everything needs to be recorded. So where to start?

Birthday was amazing despite boyfriend’s original plan not being feasible. It’s hard dealing with a pandemic and everything booking up fast under normal circumstances in the region. He got us a really nice suite downtown with a view and a gigantic tub. Since we were going to be downtown I decided to sneak in my own surprise and booked the lounge at the Space Needle. This was always a thing with a little baggage tied to it. I always thought the Space Needle was a little touristy thing I’d do with Josh, then I decided fuck it, I’d go on my own and it would be fine, try to go forward, and then remodel, then pandemic. Finally made it in all my super pink glory. Pink dress, pink hair, shiny tiara and choker, fur, extra extra. The courses and drinks were indulgent and in excess, the liquid nitrogen and smoke were fun. But thank goodness we were vaccinated, despite establishments following all the proper protocols, I still get a little anxiety being out in public within proximity to others. After this lounge we went to the hotel and checked in, got our things to the room, and headed to the rooftop lounge for the reservation bf made, and two of my bff’s in our little quaran-pod showed up. We ate and I sipped on a non alcoholic beverage but was starting to feel wiped out so I went back up, the rest of the party following behind when they were finished on the roof. We got to hang out for a bit until they took off and bf and I have a lovely evening celebrating. The next day was naps, cuddles, and recovery. It was everything I could have ever asked for, it was perfect.

Mom has commented here and there on how well he and I get along and interact. She said I’ve transformed, that I’m calmer, and it’s apparent he brings me comfort. I explained the whole standard regarding my bar on quality of life, that I’d rather be alone than be in a relationship that lowers my quality of life and my happiness. That if someone came into my life that bar should be left where it’s been at minimum, and elevated at best. He surpasses even that, and has brought so much joy and love into my life. We’re a year and a half into this and I’m grateful. I just watched the most recent episode of Handmaids Tale and all I could think was I’m so happy and so lucky to have someone love me the way Luke loves June.

I’m also grateful my meta and I were recently able to reconcile. We took a significant amount of time in a cool off period, she’s been doing a lot of internal work and we were able to have a dialogue over events that occurred last year and they were laid to rest. We were in unison on wanting an amicable relationship in the least, but ideally, being able to reconcile our friendship. This was a huge relief, I know this was stressing all parties involved, and especially our hinge partner. I explained feeling enabled to rejoin interactions both online and in person.

After four and a half years I changed jobs. It’s a scary leap even when I do know where I’m landing. My last team was fantastic but I had too much baggage following me from previous years and the environment was notoriously difficult to move up in (I know it’s an industry wide problem). But after trying to find the right match for a long time I was able to get a promotion and a raise outside. This new team is wonderful, sharp, helpful, the new boss reminds me of an old boss I had almost a decade ago who was cool af. I feel like I’m winning, but I’m still stressed out. I’ve been trying to remind myself that I’ve started every new role not knowing what I’m doing, and over time I’ve picked it up so this isn’t any different, and don’t panic. This isn’t the same, what I feel is not a panic like I’ve experienced previously, it’s understanding the line of business is so much more ambiguous, that we were hired for what we’ve been able to do previously, not for the work in front of us, and it’ll become familiar. My only concern is how hard it is to show what I’ve knocked out so far with getting ramped up, I don’t want anyone to regret hiring me. I need to pull my weight / earn my keep and I’ve never had the greatest patience with myself with new things. The ADHD brain hasn’t been helping lately, I’m finally getting paid to do the things I want to, so do the retention thing brain. Kthx

Health stuff has been weird, I feel like in some ways it’s going forward and in others it’s gone backwards. I need to call the docs office for a follow up since I think some things were missed by previous specialists, we’ll see if anything comes of that.

I’d been better about going to sleep at a reasonable time the last few weeks… yet here we are at 2:26am. Most updates are done near the witching hour, why should this be any different?

Tl;dr, life is going really really well and I’m a master at creating my own grief (but I’m trying to get better about enjoying the good without expecting things to go sideways).

Burnout

While rubber ducking with my therapist earlier today I verbalized that it’s not at that point yet, but I’m on the edge of self destruction from taking on too much. It surprised me. I haven’t paused to check how my progression is going. I don’t know how to take a break. I don’t want to hit a wall and spiral and tank my health. I focus on getting to the next screen, get frustrated that I can’t do more, and have struggled to keep a fair tally of what I’ve cumulatively accomplished or kept up on. It’s one thing to pause and note these things logically, it’s way harder to feel it emotionally. I always feel behind. I wonder if a normal healthy person would be tired from all these things and was told yes + I have the health stuff to mind and manage on top of it. I struggle with allowing myself to do nothing, it caused an embarrassing amount of distress last night. This is something I’m going to need to work on, we’ll expand on it next week. I just felt like throwing out some kind of written acknowledgment.

Struggle

I can’t remember a time when things were ever easy, but some weeks stand out as incredibly difficult, I’m in one of them. Due to necessity, taking advantage of momentum since last Friday to complete things, hitting a wall by Monday but needing to continue. I can’t rest until tomorrow evening and everything I’ve been pushing for has been leading up to tomorrow. No matter what I’ll be okay, but I hope I succeeed. No matter what, this weekend I’ll rest and recover… the pain managements starting to fail, I need the time.

Compassion

Compassion is something that’s been reoccurring heavily in my mind since the last quarter of 2020. This morning I had an interesting conversation with an old friend about past trauma, abuse, and personal growth. There is no silver lining or positive spin. What happened happened. I’m so happy we kept going and made it this far, and are still going. The focus has been on practicing kindness and having more compassion for others. It’s been hard to recognize a need for self compassion some days, and then to find balance in the two.

“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”

Pema Chödrön – The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times.

Alliance

by Maya Stein

“You have to make an alliance with your anguish,” he said,
“not wage war against it.” And I thought of all the fists
I had shaken at misfortune: games lost
because the shot clock ran out,
a good meal scorched in a forgotten oven,
money dropped on a dress worn only once,
the bully in 6th grade, the math test in 9th,
the wrong outfit at Halloween.
But of course, this isn’t what he meant.

If I were brave enough, I’d tell you how my heart
has raged for love, stretched thin as a high wire.
If I were brave enough, I’d tell you
how my body has been fighting to stay upright
on every precipitous downhill the city
throws at it. If I were brave enough,
I’d climb into your lap and weep with longing.
All I can say is that any attempt at beauty and hope
is land-mined with failure.
And so the perilous track-making begins.
Wending our way through,
there are possible clutches at sunlight, at windows, at yes.
We are each of us inches from death.
We are each of us inches from life.
We are each of us inches from one another.

NYE reflections

I think a lot of us are hesitant to make any declarations about this year. I saw some posts on social media describing while they understand a new year doesn’t automatically solve these huge problems in the world, this demarcation brought them some relief, like an exhale, like some finality to a shitty year and a belief in the light at the end of the tunnel with vaccines coming out.

I’ve been struggling so bad with existential dread regarding climate collapse, this mass extinction event happening in real time right before us, political extremes, rising polarization and fascism, there’s so much. This is something I wrote about earlier with the Fermi paradox and great filter and other stuff. I mean, Russian number stations creep me out. It’s the unknown, it’s creepy. I’m still trying to make peace with my death, with the fear of not knowing for sure that when you die you’re done.

The therapist recommended some books and other content for me to try and get exposure of what other people have thought of, and to see if maybe I could get a little more relaxed with the topic in general even if I don’t take any of this content to heart. It’s spiritual but doesn’t lean heavily into any particular theology. It’s interesting and I don’t mind reading into it, it’s much kinder and more forgiving than the western flavors of religion. These concerns weighed very heavy on me while intoxicated with Adrian on NYE. It wasn’t so much my own eternity that broke me, it’s understanding each year won’t get better. These divisions between people are distractions from real problems that will end us all, and Adrian reminds me the world will be just fine without humans, which does and doesn’t comfort me at the same time, it’s weird. It is the collective human suffering we will continue to witness. It will accelerate and get worse, and I can only observe. He asked me why I felt responsible for any of this when I cried that I’m smart enough to see what’s coming but not smart enough to solve it. I don’t feel personally responsible for this system, I grok when he explains creation requires destruction, but I struggle reconciling with destruction so much.

Neither of us want kids and we each have a multitude of reasons, mine mostly being health related but I’m so distraught with this world sometimes, how can I subject someone else into this who didn’t ask to be here? And I know that sounds fatalist as shit and I don’t mean for it come across that way. I’ve fought very hard to live, to survive, and to progress in ways I want. My life is very worth living even with the obstacles and issues in it, but this is only going to get harder. I told him I’m worried I’m too weak to witness this, I’m worried I’m not strong enough to endure and survive this world as it changes and gets worse. The logical conclusion is do your best, you don’t have to do anything else, just do what you can.

That’s the other weird (but appreciated) thing. I mentioned even though the worlds going to shit I’ve simultaneously done better over the years, especially this last year in managing my health and overall quality of life. I joked it’s like I figured all this shit out just in time for the world to end. At least I won’t be facing all these things by myself, we do this together.

As we got closer to midnight we reflected on past relationships, people we’ve loved, people we still love, situations where we wish we did better, ended better, all that. He still reflects on and worries about exes he’s hurt, and he tries to honor that by learning from those mistakes so he doesn’t repeat them, and living life as best as he can. It’s the same on my side. I’m so grateful that four relationships that ended, from individuals who mean so much to me, eventually met back up with me later in life after we’d both had time to grow and reflect on what had happened. Andrew, Ram, Kelli, Brandon, you all mean so much to me. It took years, but I’m glad we found each other and are friends again. I’ve been keeping my distance but I can see the work my meta is putting in for her own mental health and self care. I hope we’ll be able to reconcile a friendship too, if she wants.

Adrian had brought up a while back trying to find and then reach out to Josh just to send a little message that he meaned a lot to me and that I was doing alright in life. Part of me assumed that might be a welcome status update, part of me worried it might be overshadowed by negative feelings and memories. I stated this. When talking over NYE I said I assumed if Josh ever came to Seattle, regardless of his situation, he likely wouldn’t contact me. No matter what, I hope he chooses happiness, it still makes me sad I can’t be a part of it or witness it.

Josh, I don’t know if you ever see this site anymore. I’ve never once regretted loving you, one of my biggest regrets in my life was how the only way I saw to stop the cycle was to end things chaotically. It was cruel, and I didn’t have the strength to reconcile how things had progressed. I wish you could be in my life in some capacity, I wish I could introduce you to Adrian. I wish after a few years, and with some growth and wisdom and desire we could reconcile. I believe that you still care for me in some capacity, and if you carry anything it’s your own regret mixed with the pain I’ve caused you. Of all the people I’ve had to part ways with, and I’ve hoped for a better reunion with all of them, my heart’s desire has never been so strong for anyone else as it has been for you. I could only dream that we’d be in the same space, and that you would make it known.

Turning bad into good

You know how I blocked dad back in March after decades of trauma and him almost throwing mom down the stairs (commencing the divorce) and then he sent a Christmas card?

That card had two checks inside. At first I wanted to torch it, then I had this shower thought to cash the checks and donate to BLM in his name. ?

Mom didn’t like this because it was antagonizing since he’s anti BLM and pro 45. She said vengeful intent wasn’t okay, I want closure and finality. I talked to my therapist about it, she thinks my idea is brilliant. It’s action that fits a trauma recovery, trauma transformation, and strength model. Trauma makes you feel trapped. You have options. Trauma makes you feel blame. It’s not your fault. There is a sense of power through community, and we eventually find personal power again.

When she asked me why I wanted to do this I realized it’s not only because I didn’t get any justice as a child, or from Clark County when he pulled a gun on me, or when I was denied a TRO, or when he did every skirting legalities shitty thing he could over the last two years, but because I never had any recourse or control. My positions were always reactionary and defensive when I couldn’t opt out.

So after discussing the why behind my choice, I explained to mom this was my way of finally taking control. This is a reclamation, and it sends a message. I’m not accepting your “gift” in some delusional idea that some money will absolve you and make things better. I’m converting your bigot money and putting it to work for good causes. Mom was on board with this.

The money from one check went to New Beginnings, an organization dedicated to ending domestic violence. The other went to The NW Network, to end abuse in the lgbt community. And since I brought it up, I included BLM Seattle-King County (just not with the gift money). Taking something shitty and turning it around into something good has dissipated the immense amount of frustration and disenfranchisement I’ve been feeling for a long time.

I worry too much

How are there so many frivolous things in here, while so many important things have been left unrecorded? Seems to be a “weight” and bandwidth issue. The world has been upside down for a long time, but it’s just accelerating and becoming more scary. I’ve had existential dread and fear issues I’ve had to start working through with my therapist. A lot of it is climate collapse and this mass extinction event so much of the population is oblivious about. Water future going up on the stock market set me off pretty bad, I was livid. There is this strange lack of “milestones” in all of these tragedies and happenings, but the water one seemed to really mark the occasion, it registered in my mind as the beginning of the end, even though we’ve been on this destructive path for so long and some are assuming they’re die before shit really hits the fan so they get to age out of the problem, while others bank on Elon to get us to Mars or anywhere else. We’re pouring so much time and money and resources into something that’ll either likely never happen or won’t advance fast enough for a mass exodus to another planet, and even so why can’t we put that kind of effort into saving the first home? Maybe it’s better we can’t reach other places to wreck, and I hate thinking that so much because I value life so much. I value my life, I value the lives of others and want to see us go on. I dream of an Altered Carbon technology where stacks can go into sleeves where things like autoimmune and other ailments can be edited out, where you can needle cast and see other planets. It all sounds like an amazing cyberpunk dream, but I’d want it without the even worse from many centuries in the making class warfare and disparity, poverty, and overall unfairness in the system.

I had a bad time in a mental loop about the great filter and the Fermi paradox after the bf happen to bring it up in passing. He felt absolutely awful about it, but he didn’t know my mind fixated on this kind of stuff, or that I’ve spiked my anxiety on these things at 3am out of nowhere by myself on my room. At least that time it wasn’t 3am and I wasn’t by myself. I could talk it through safely in his arms. This is what got me to bring it up in therapy, instead of only primarily discussing polycule drama, which was good since this existential weight seems to be getting worse. Therapist recommended some materials to watch and a book. Bf recommended Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, so I grabbed a copy and hopefully my ADHD will calm it’s shit enough for me to read and absorb the material. I am embarrassed to admit I am still trying to make peace with my death, but now I’m trying to find that peace. I feel like I’m doing a shit job, but I’m not holding it in like a bad secret that’s just going to eat me from the inside out.

Earlier this year I was reflecting back on situations and interactions I’d had through the years, and wished I’d been more kind and patient, that I’d ended things better when they needed to come to an end. I wish I had more compassion. This is still a work in progress. Recently I caught myself expecting the worst in my meta because she “calibrated” me to expect it, she taught me I couldn’t take her words at face value, or that her actions were theater and would say on betray her. That is incredibly exhausting and that’s not who I am. I like to believe what’s being presented, it doesn’t mean stick my neck out and blindly go with everything, but I’ve had to remind myself more than once that empathy is not the same as condoning what happened, it is not approval. I am trying to revert back to taking things at face value. It’s been really hard, I don’t see her making real effort to meet me half way despite the gestures I’ve been hearing about second hand. They feel trivial compared to the “real work” that hasn’t been picked up, but now that I’m writing this out, it feels harsh. I don’t want to be dismissive of progress, it again I would expect incremental progress to build up into real initiative and change. I keep hearing she’s just not there yet, she might not get there. But she’s getting closer in acquiring the help she needs, so that’s good.

Today I spoke to a former gf on zoom for a couple hours. We hadn’t spoken since 2017. We were a thing a long time ago but remained friends until we got into a heated argument. Her and I both have our own sets of difficult health situations to manage, and she put in a lot of work to figure out how to heal and improve her quality of life. I’d done the same in my own way, and felt that wasn’t being acknowledged when she got upset at me for not doing what she recommended. I think we all want to share information we’ve found useful, or want to communicate what’s helped us to basically everyone. But the thing is these steps are not a one size fits all, especially when it comes to diet. We all have a unique physiology, different needs, triggers, and reactions. I think it’s fine to make a helpful suggestion, but it’s a problem when someone gets mad because the recipient decides it’s not for them, or they’re not ready. This is what sparked that bad interaction. Today we caught up on what’s been going on in each other’s lives the last three years, and health came up and was a little reminiscent (but civil) of the last time we had this dialogue. We agree on some points but not others, this time I felt better prepared to discuss such topics.

I’ve made various, slow, changes over the years for health. I dropped gluten in 2012, but got very sick due to stress and circumstances in 2013, started to pick myself back up in 2014 and got my career back, got more physically active in 2015, and was kind of stagnant in 2016. I tried to sustain and do the right things from there. This year has been difficult due to incredible stress and limitations, this is true for everyone. I read up, I made more dietary changes and restored my insulin sensitivity, resolved my hypoglycemia, chronic nausea, and inflammation and burning in my intestinal tract after eating. I didn’t know these things were fixable, doctors and I always blamed it as side effects to other chronic issues. Those other chronic issues are also being managed better now, which I am grateful for. I am tackling gynecological issues again since they’ve increased in severity recently. I’ll be addressing those in office mid January, hopefully this resolved smoothly. But I guess, even despite all of these challenges I’m still finding ways to handle my health and finding options that are more optimal. I found a resistance band system that allows you to lift heavy without the same risk of injury, and taking advantage of variable resistance training has been beneficial too. I’m still dealing with tight muscles and need to organize a space to pick yoga back up, I’ve been negligent there since the move, but I’m getting things done around here slowly. This has been an ongoing endeavor that picked up speed over the summer, and I hope that I keep learning and improving.

Acceptance

Today was nonstop and I slept over 10 hours yesterday for some recovery. It was a pretty intense weekend for a few reasons but it got me to reflect on a lot of interactions in the past. I thought about a lot of relationship successes and failures. I questioned whether my approach in these situations were the best ones, even if I thought I was in the right. It’s made me realize I justified a lot of things under the excuse that I was reacting, or setting boundaries, or that my patience was tested and is finite just like everyone else’s. This might be true in some circumstances, and I’ve always tried to do the best possible at the time with the information I had, but looking back I can see where I used a hatchet instead of a scalpel. I can see where I lacked kindness. Even in anger or pain or sadness there’s a line, and instead of stopping when I made my point, sometimes I kept going because I didn’t see any point in shielding or watering down where I stood. I’ve always gone for transparency, so that’s how I viewed these actions. Regardless of situations and their catalysts, I wish I’d had more self control and showed more kindness to the people I interacted with, even if it was the last time I spoke to them (especially if it was the last time I spoke to them).

I thought a lot about redemption. I thought about my ex and the friend he raped. I realized he explored plausible deniability in a situation and knew what he was doing, but I wondered if he ever felt remorse and if it was enough to prevent him from harming someone again. I’ll never know. I thought about the people who hurt me and if they were redeemable. A couple had reached out to me in messages a while back, and I decided to reread them. I responded to them both. The first one was an apology and acknowledgement that they took away my autonomy and didn’t get consent to push for a scenario I never wanted. They took ownership, they understood I didn’t trust them and they broke our friendship. The first time they wrote to me the apology seemed very self serving and more about their own comfort. The second attempt was much better but I didn’t know how to respond. I responded the other day explaining this. I also talked about the reflections over the last weekend and how it brought me to redemption. It made me realize we are all capable of terrible mistakes, and that I hoped we were all capable of redemption, myself included. So while I admitted o struggled in differentiating a genuine offer versus one that’s deceptive, I chose to believe him, and thanked him for continuing to try to reach me and for doing the work to not perpetuate pain. He responded back and it was good.

The other message was from an ex gf who remained good friends with me for years until she became aggressively adamant about me not being serious of taking care of my health because I wouldn’t do it her way. I’ve never been into woo, or pseudo science. If it worked, it would be science. I don’t care what anyone else does as long as they don’t push it onto me and that’s what happened. We stopped talking almost four years ago when I finally pushed back on it and she sent a nasty message and ended it with it I responded she’d block me. Way to say whatever the hell you want without having the guts to see the response. I sent a pretty long response and didn’t pull any punches, not gaf whether it was read or not. So I was surprised to find a lovely message mentioning friendship this last April. Again, I didn’t know how to respond until this last weekend. I said I appreciated her reaching out and would also like friendship. I haven’t seen a response so I don’t know what that means yet, but I won’t worry about it.

I told a lot of people I love, that I love them. I don’t do that enough. I don’t know how much longer I’ll live, or how long they’ll live. There’s so much uncertainty and chaos in the world I’d rather speak up now. I reached out to a couple individuals I needed to apologize to. I never thought I’d choose actions that would be toxic, I didn’t see or own that until there was enough time and distance to observe it. I’m very sad that these interactions happened and that I reacted so poorly. I don’t know if I’ll ever hear from these people again, and either way it’s okay. I’m trying to be softer, slower to anger, more accepting. For years I’d always fear giving anyone the inkling that they could walk all over me, I prided myself on being assertive, and sometimes when I leaned into aggression I found pride in it. There is a time and place for everything, but I think I learned in too hard and too often sometimes. I want to do better, I don’t want to reflect back in a few years with so many reasons to be sorry for how I interacted with the people in my life.

A glamorous manifesto

Let’s talk about beauty for a few minutes. This is a strangely subjective and universal topic. Standards have fluctuated based on timeline and geography (much like religion) and a lot of people like to wax on about it being in the eye of the beholder. Let’s get personal for a moment. We deal with a society that inundates us with “standards” of Westernized beauty that impacts us all, whether we meet those standards or not. When I was a little girl my heart was broken because I was nowhere near Marilyn Monroe. I hadn’t seen Bettie Page yet, and hadn’t realize brunettes, let alone Asians, could be considered beautiful.

I had partners in my past tear me down, neg me, make me self conscious about my weight, or I had issues about my bust being smaller than what I thought appropriate for my broad shouldered frame. I am half Scottish. I am half Korean. I have said I have an Asian face on a European woman’s body. I am a hybrid, and I didn’t have much representation growing up in media that looked like me. I am very fortunate that through the years my body image improved as I became empowered. This went hand in hand. I came to understand that I have intrinsic value regardless of my appearance, but that I am also a beautiful woman. I have lips, hips, tits. I‘ve felt like walking sex, I have felt the power of taking ownership of my femininity, to be wild, glamorous, and I know what it feels like to be worshiped upon the alter that is a shared bed or space between me and my lover. I am fiery passion. You can smell the confidence radiating from me, it’s in my sweat, it’s in my blood.

I have privilege because of when and where I was born, and what I look like. I understand that I am not going to be everyone’s “type,” but that I hit a pretty broad spectrum and that I’ve turned heads even when I’m not someone’s usual type. This isn’t being said flippantly or to be an arrogant bitch. This is being said in a tone of victory. It is the most punk and feminist and liberating thing to realize your own beauty and intangible quality, to be self validated, and to overcome all the unnecessary bullshit life throws your way. To wake up and see the most beautiful woman in your life in the mirror every morning, on your own, or an absolute mess next to your partner after a wild night of crazy sex, with a full face of make up, or bare faced with tangled hair. To find people in your life who you cherish and who cherish you back, and who honor you the way you honor yourself, that is a true blessing.

There is a play off of namaste I recently got on a shirt that says “the badass woman in me honors the badass woman in you” and I absolutely love that concept and I try my best to live it every day. We still deal with issues regarding intersectional femininity, we still have toxic masculinity and TERF bs and gender roles and ridiculous standards for men and women and everyone in between to combat. We don’t need to tear each other down, the world is hard enough as it is. We need to lift each other up in solidarity, we can all succeed together and are not dealing with the zero sum game some would like us to believe we’re in. I am beyond disappointed that at any age, but especially at my age now, that these conversations still need to happen. Coming at me or anyone else is a terrible idea that serves no one, but trying to come at my appearance means you already lost, and I have no sympathy for the hole you’re digging yourself into. How dare you come after one of my friends, the fucking audacity. You are ugly on the inside, and that’s something you’ll have to work out on your own. You can’t stand beside me, you’re nowhere near worthy. I don’t tolerate or suffer fools, and I won’t start shit but I will always finish it. This is me in all my crowning glory, authentic and unafraid to paint myself as I see fit. I am fucking gorgeous and here are the selfies to fucking prove it.