This time I’ll be bulletproof.

You know those moments when you just HAVE to write  no matter how embarrassing or disjointed or scattered?

This isn’t one of those times.

Last time I spoke to the X for the first time in years… five years to be exact and I’m really impressed by the fact that it didn’t turn into a screaming match. The thing is I’ve always been quicker to be vicious than I have to be kind.

Naturally.

But I found myself saying to him that I’m sorry that he’s going through such trying time… mind you, I added the caveat that he’s the one who got himself into those situations… but I’m sorry he got himself there.

We were talking b/c he wanted a form from me saying that I won’t take away his rights to talk to the kids… in return for the permission that he granted me to change the kids last names.

Frank and honest I’m not going to be forced into signing anything. He’s spoken to B/BB once in 5 years and he has no right to make demands of me. Period.

I’m not upset or anything, more bemused. This is typical of his behavior. So is his attempts to garner sympathy from me. He asked for my help with getting the kids to accept his meager overtures and I said no. He sinks or swims on his own.

Because I’ve had to answer for him ENOUGH in this life. I’m not going to volunteer to do it more. I’m no fool.

He also told me I could call when ever I wanted to…I told him that I wouldn’t, but I’ll tell the kids that they’re free to call when they’d like. He seemed kinda out of sorts about that. He doesn’t seem to realize that I just don’t like him. I pointed out that he did me dirty and that as far as I’m concerned he’s a ‘bad man’ and that I’d rather not have my kids associate with him b/c I don’t know who he’s become in these years.

And I don’t want to know what sort of man he’s become. I will keep a close eye on his involvement with the kids, of course, and I’ll pull the plug when/if I think that he’s a bad influence but I think I’ll have to trust B/BB to be able to at least know that after ALL THE TALKING that we’ve done that their father isn’t the best role model.

Here’s to hoping.

NOT a con report. Read it, anyway.

Or:

How YOU Can Pull Your Head Out of Your Ass and Still Have Fun

I’m writing this not just a con goer but as a con staffer (at several conventions, mind you) and NOT as anything official for the convention that I just recently staffed.

One of the things I’ve noticed in these past few years is that when people go to a convention be it anime, furry or sci-fi they tend to let loose, which is good and awesome. You’re among friends and there are tons of people to meet and there’s lots and lots of alcohol, sugar and uh, high spirits.

Letting loose is good. Being a douchebag is not.

I’m not talking about just being loud and obnoxious. Hell that’s me on any given Sunday (or Monday or Tuesday…) I’m talking about:

wrecking the hotel rooms (you ain’t a rockstar, bitch, calm the fuck down),befouling the elevators, drawing on walls, throwing things down elevator shafts, stealing, running down hotel hallways while screaming at 4 in the fucking morning, leaving piles of trash in the con space, being rude to hotel staff, NOT TAKING A FUCKING SHOWER, smoking in nonsmoking areas, causing scenes, fighting, screaming and cussing in front of the hotel, breaking stuff, not paying for stuff, and generally acting like a degenerate.

These things are the reason why the people who run the conventions find it harder and harder to not only find a space willing to host the event, but to find a space that will host the event AT A REASONABLE COST.

I’m not saying that you’re force to be on your best behavior but don’t be a dick and don’t fuck up shit for everyone else.

Running and staffing a convention is hard. Every year at EVERY CONVENTION that I’ve worked at there are medical emergencies, catastrophes, and events that happen that no one has control over… now add that to the regular attendees acting like fucking maniacs and you have a situation that quickly spirals out of control.

The true downer is that IT DOESN’T TAKE MANY PEOPLE TO FUCK UP THE EXPERIENCE FOR EVERYONE! One doucher that thinks it’d be a good idea to bang on doors @ 4 am while running up and down hallways causes HOURS and HOURS of headache for the people who run the con as all of those people complain to the hotel staff, the con staff, God, their parents, their friends about how horrible the attendees at X convention are.

The hotel loses money and starts looking at the con and the 98% of people who AREN’T being jerks as the reason behind it.

Now, remember, I’m not talking about just one particular con that I staff. Nor am I talking about one particular instance. Honest.

Just next time you think it’s a good idea to run amok really think about the consequences of your actions.

This has been your FilthyRotten PSA

all my life I have seen people walk into the sea just to find memories.

Know me, know my past.

Something just hit me that might have been pretty fucking obvious to everyone else around me. DG never wanted me to be happy. I mean… never wanted me to have a moment of OH GOD THIS IS GOOD!! just for myself.

Maybe she never knew it… maybe it was just a happenstance of her insanity.

I’m puzzled and kind of hurt. I mean…I guess it’s just a realization but it’s something that’s taken me by surprise.

Ethos

Ethos: characteristic manner or spirit, either of a community, or individual. This is a word that indicates a certain “attitude” or sense of comportment towards others, and generally asosciated with questions of character or moral selfhood, where character or moral selfhood disclose a bond with others. {from}

I often refrain from blogging because I fear to hurt people’s feelings by posting my thoughts on one topic or another. I wonder though, how is that helping any damn thing? It Ain’t. That’s for damn sure.

I wonder if, as a society, we’re just too afraid of hurting other people’s feelings. Why? Because we’ll be seen as the bad guy? Because we’ll be seen as some sort of monster who doesn’t care about other people? Because they’ll sue us?

I’ve never been that much of a monster. I’ve believed in speaking my mind… even when it meant I’ll end up getting my ass kicked, becoming a social pariah, losing friends and lovers and the whole dramatic she-bang.

Who will I be true to, if not to myself? Does this make me selfish? I’m not rampaging around and smashing down the walls of people’s fragile mental walls… but I’ll tell you when you’ve fucked up and why I’m not going to deal with it.

I’ve had to fight, argue, cuss, and cut my way through a shit ton of situations (most that I’ve put myself into) and I know that it’s made me hard.  I take this into consideration when dealing with people. Sometimes.

I don’t bother explaining my choices if I don’t believe you deserve an explanation but I will handle you with kid gloves if I think you’re too frail to deal with me at my worst… to a point.

There comes a point when we, each and every one of us, has to just fucking grow up. Toughen up. Grow a pair. Fight back.

For every aspect of you, who you are, what you do, what you won’t do, what you believe, who you believe in, what you don’t believe, how you believe, how you walk, talk, pray, laugh, sing, FOR EVERY ASPECT OF WHO YOU ARE there will be 100 people who will hate you for it.

No matter who you are.

It baffles me, but it’s the truth. We’re cruel creatures, humans. We shouldn’t have to apologize for every inch of ourselves but we often find ourselves doing just that.

I’m sorry I’m not tall enough, skinny enough, funny enough, cute enough, ugly enough, fast enough, slow enough, pious enough, crafty enough, useful enough… for you.

And who are you? My boss, my parents, my peers, strangers in the street, people I’ll never meet…

And why do you matter? Because you sign my checks, because if you don’t approve you won’t love me, like me, be with me, have sex with me, laugh with me…

For every 100 people out there who will hate you for being you, there are at least 50 people out there who will give you a chance and at least 20 of those people will be your friends unconditionally… and of those people there will be 1 out of 100 who will love you IN SPITE OF YOURSELF. And what more can you really ask for?

You’re never gonna be prefect for everyone, and attempting to be perfect for everyone for every thing and for every moment is exhausting.

And who will you become? An automation with no soul, no heart, no happiness.

I’m not saying to please yourself without caring for anyone else I’m saying be that one person for everyone else. Love unconditionally and when people are just jackasses to you, let it roll off.

I’m saying that no one’s opinion of you matters enough for you to change who you really are. Change because you need to change. Change because you’re hurting people, change because you’re fed up with your life being the way it is. Don’t change because so and so says they’ll love you more if you’re skinner, sweeter, meaner, richer.

Change for you. And if you believe in God…. change for God.

In the end that’s all that matters- When the end comes and the last strains of music are playing who judges you? God, children, lemurs? You will be held accountable for your actions and if you changed who you are for Susie then do you think God or lemurs will look to Susie and say “what have you done?”

No.

Do what you will and harm none, as the adage goes.

There will be people who don’t like you no matter what you do.

You will lose friends no matter what you do.

You will disappoint people no matter what you do.

Knowing this… keep trying, if that’s what you want to do. But if you’re losing each and every time take a moment to step back and figure out what the hell matters to you more. Your happiness or someone elses? While you’re banging your head and screaming and crying about how to please them… do you think they’re losing sleep on you?

No.

[sigh] I live my life within rules and reasons. I’m a Christian but I’m not a door mat. I turn the other cheek but I’ll kick your ass the second you go too far. I have faith that God won’t let anything happen to me that I can’t handle. I also have the knowledge that if I get myself into a sticky situation that the All Father expects me to get myself out of it. I’m honest, I speak my mind, I try my damndest to not hurt people out of cruelty but I know there are times when the truth is nothing other than painful.I try to be a good person but I have oh so many bad qualities.

I think that’s a part of being all growed up.

Knowing where you’re failings are and knowing where you fit in to the world.

 

…doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Picture 145I steamroll over people. It’s like a hobby or something.

I take charge, do what needs to be done… then freak the fuck out when people don’t do what I think they should be doing. And god help them if they fuck up my plans or let the plots and plans fall to the wayside because they’d rather just sit on their ass and not do a goddamned thing.

Just thinking of it makes me want to hit a few people.

Annie waits…but not for me.

I’m not going to do a post con OMG WHAT I DID! report b/c I never do. I’m just a bitch like that. Besides it’d be a week late and what good is that?
I will say I met some amazing furs and first time convention goers… first time to a furry con and first time to FWA. I love the first timers… more than you’d ever imagine. They’re so much fun and it really echoes back to my first furry convention which was FWA. This year’s FWA was teeming with recollections of past years, which really fucking freaked me out because in movies when everyone is all going flashbacky on you that means you’re all going to run out of oxygen and die a horrible death.
So, after a few hours of discussing how I’d beat up an exgirlfriend of Paul’s …well maybe not beat up, maybe just savage and threaten, I’ve decided that I’m going to go ahead and LARP with a friend of mine.
I know, sounds like those two things just DON’T MESH… but they do! I won’t tell you how other than to just ley you know that your friendly FilthyRotten might end up spending some time in the pokey. Rather not though. I’ve got better things to do…
You know, like, knit.
I’ve decided to go ahead and open that there Etsy shop… I’ve not put anything together for a long time and I’m kind of worries that I’m not going to get my steampunk shit together anytime soon.
I know I’m not going to be able to attend the Forest of Doors thing until later this spring. maybe that’ll give me all the time I need to get my shit together. and by shit together i mean at least build my basic outfit.
okay, today has been all about fighting and telling people how to defend themself if they find themself in a situation where they ave to beat up people.
On the one hand it makes me happy to tell people how to defend themself, on the other hand I feel like a monster for being able to tell thim at the drop of a hat what their physical weak spots are. I feel like a wolf eyeing calves and slathering.
Ah, well, now that I feel like a vicious beast I’m going to beat the crap out of some laundry! Rrrrrgh!!!

0 Tolerance

At my kids school is this bully. He pushed my son down. Punched him then kicked him in the chest. I already withdrew my son from tutorial because of this same kid. I am going to the school in the morning to demand that the principal have this kid expelled or I will press assault charges. Period. The end.

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