StupidHurts

I went to a fetish meeting, a poly-amoury meeting, and had dinner with a cross dresser and her girl friend after breaking my glasses. You would think that blog post would write itself.

I keep forgetting how small of a world it really is sometimes. I have been in Atlanta for about a week at this point, and I spent sunday hanging out with a friend of mine Ana. Being a local, she knows a lot of the local subcultures better than I do. Plus she has a car, so I needed her help to get around. Unfortunately saturday I had three seizures, so my memory was still a little fried.

One of the first places we went, was the meeting for the young professional fetishes. I kept seeing faces that looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them. Then I saw a guy who the first thing I said was that he looks like the creepy kid from Boy scouts. Turned out, he is actually just really good with rope and teaches knot tying. So I was close. Just not right.

After that was the local poly-amorous meeting. Lots more familiar faces and stuff, but I just couldn’t place names. Granted I had been out of Atlanta for a year, and hadn’t seen those people in a while. Seeing all those familiar faces, and not being able to place a name was getting to be a bit much. Then it hit me like bad gas. I know all of those people from Frolicon a few years ago. Or from when I worked security at South East LeatherFest. Several of the people knew who I was oddly enough. So hanging out with the local fetishist I found myself among familiar faces.

That’s a kinda odd feeling.

Looks like I have moved to Atlanta, Ga. again. I am out here for a work contract as a photographer and web designer. My first night out here I found myself riding to a photo-shoot. I haven’t had time to really update my site because I made the mistake of saying I would have 50 or so pictures edited and ready before friday. I have also had several new web design offers, I am trying to figure a realistic schedule for all this.

It has been a challenge getting used to losing 3 hours. I also haven’t had a chance to get onto my facebook in around a week now, or return most of my phone calls lately.

Every now and then you get something cool in the mail, and it just brightens your entire day. Last week when I was getting onto the bus, I did something stupid. I dropped a Canadian coin I was given back when I was in high school into the coin slot. I half expected to never see it again after writing a letter to the county transit concern, and dropping it into a coin slot.

What can I say, stamps are expensive.

Either way I got my coin back in the mail today, along with letter saying this is something they don’t normally do.

Yes really a post about shit. You have been warned. Plus a little more swearing than usual.

Last chance to walk away.

Some things you never expect to see when you are half sleep. Plus when you do they wake you right the fuck up. I stumbled into the bathroom groggy and without my glasses. When I opened the lid of a closed toilet, the music they play when the horror movie villain is revealed should have started. I found a log staring back at me that would make a lumberjack request overtime. Apparently sometime during the night my dad took the kinda shit that people write blog post about. It left our primary toilet clogged. With the toilet paper cape and the cigarette butt on top of it, I think it could have gotten a childrens t.v. show. With the size I debated getting my camera, taking an out of focus shot, and seeing if I could get paid for a picture of the Loch Ness monster.

It was ridiculous.

Seeing that sight completely woke me up. I was not in the mood to mess with it. The trick to victory is knowing which battles to fight and which ones to walk away from. So I said “fuck it,” and just took my morning piss in the back yard. Later on in the day I thought about taking care of it and unclogging the toilet, but once I opened the lid, that thought quickly passed.

I think I was afraid it might fight back.

Later on, about two a.m. there was a dripping coming from the toilet loud enough to wake me up. I went to the bathroom to check on it. The reservoir bowl on the toilet was leaking from the handle. I took a moment to drain it so it would quit leaking, and tossed a towel under the toilet to clean up almost an inch of standing water. I promptly went back to sleep only to be reawakened by both my father and grandmother yelling that towels are not used to clean water off the floor. Considering it was a hotel towel they stole, the amount of water on the floor plus the fact the floor would have to be mopped later after that monster in the bowl was taken care of. And mostly that beast was still lurking in the bowl like a wild animal plotting a chance to escape is cage. I couldn’t find a good reason to mop a floor at 2 in the morning. So I rolled over and went right back to sleep.

Some fights are not mine to fight.

Faster delivery to.

I will be changing to another medicine soon. I think this is medicine seven or eight I am trying out. I am sure someone has already compared my case to the Tuskegee studies already.

Luckily it isn’t a life threatening condition or anything. Just seizures.

Since it is refill time, and I’m also moving soon. I have spent the past few days trying to figure out how to manage my meds for the next few months. One of the larger hassles has been if my insurance company will cover both of my medicines in the dosages I have been prescribed them. That has taken running back and forth and sitting on hold long enough to prepare several meals. Trust me I did. During all of that excitement, I was also waiting for a letter from my insurance company saying I could get my prescription written. I got that letter today, and planned on leaving the pharmacy with more drugs than a South American cartel. I got there only to be told that half of my drugs had been approved by the insurance company, but that didn’t matter, because they didn’t have any of my drugs in stock.

Not exactly the ending I had in mind for that trip.

Three hundred is such a nice number.

I am currently working on how to pack and ship my bicycles across country. I doubt my father will help make this simple and drive my bikes to airport when I leave.

And here is the most recent pic I took.

Never surf porn at the library without a screen filter.

I was leaving the library a couple of days ago when I passed two girls seated at a table. One had Alt.com (an alternative lifestyle personal site) pulled up on her computer screen. The other was sitting facing her and innocently nursing a book. Alt.com has a fairly large community of people into pretty strange things. I have to be extremely bored to surf it. But I still know several people, from several parts or the country who surf it religiously. I also had the benefit of attending the Valentine’s dinner for one of the local bdsm groups earlier in the week, so it turned out we knew a lot of the same people.

Small world isn’t it.

While I brought up to the first girl why a screen filter might a good idea. The girl across from us asked what was bdsm. After making sure she was of age, I found myself trying to explain basic fetishes, Rule 34, and furries while in a library. I don’t think I explained what two girls one cup was, but I did get across the point there are people with much more interesting sex lives than she would even care to imagine.

Well not with out a first date anyway.

After having several teeth chipped during seizures, and having most of those teeth fixed during several long trips to a dentist. It seemed like a good idea to post this video from Doctor Oz’s show on seizure first-aid.

I personally only found out in aftermath that very few people know how to handle a major seizure.

These are the same people who insist on taking an epileptic to Reno.

I was passing through the kitchen to ask my grandmother when would dinner be ready. She responded “soon.” Then she asked me to clean the bathroom. I told her I don’t mind doing it at all. But it was hard to get her to understand I had other projects that were much more important and would be taken care of first.

Truthfully I have eaten in bathrooms that were much worse than hers.

I actually had to figure out what she was ranting about being dirty. But my grandmother has almost gotten us thrown out of a hospital since she made them clean the bathroom several times before she let them put me in the room.

For some reason the fact I wanted to sit down and eat before I cleaned a bathroom seemed odd to her.

Wow this is tasteless.