very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river of gold. slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.
So, as y’all may know, I lost my 9-5 job last year. I’ve moved on from there and am clawing my way forward, but – for a number of reasons – clawing our way forward and putting out a series of fires one after the other is the way it’s gonna be. For a while I kept saying ‘it’ll be fine if we get to’ X or Y or Z point, and then something else would happen and knock us back on our asses – an unexpected house repair, the fact that I have to pay for private insurance in addition to Medicaid to be able to get my medication (and it costs about $110 per appointment just to see a doctor, on top of the $300 a month for the insurance, what), and on and on. We still don’t have a fully-functioning bathroom (our sink is still sitting in my living room) because we simply haven’t had the $500 to pay someone to come install it. I mean, we can wash our hands and brush our teeth in the shower. We’ve been able to push it down the priority list.
But like, times are tough af all around, so. That’s life.
Aaaanyway so. If you like what I do on the internets, and you’d like to support me and my family and make sure @mistresskabooms and @dadhoc and our pups are fed and clothed and sheltered, please consider:
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So good news, I might get medical marijuana soon! This might help me get off of opiates, or reduce my use of them, and if there’s anything that will help me take fewer opiates, I’m all for it. (It totally sucks to be in the hospital for surgery and have any sort of tolerance whatsoever, lemme tell ya.)
Bad news, insurance doesn’t pay for that at all, so I’m gonna have to shell $$$ out of pocket for the appointment and the card and the actual medical marijuana, which substantially ups my medical costs for this month.
It’s gonna be good for me – I hope – in the long run. But right now, it’s just stressful.
So, if you’ve been thinking about picking up one of our shirts or one of my patches or if you like sweet queer fiction or if you just want to toss a couple bucks my way because you like the things I write? The links are above. If you can’t do any of that, signal boosts are amazing.
I had a great updated post written for this but Tumblr ate it. So anyway this is how you can support me if you like what I do! Current goals are getting my passport and replacing the busted window in our front room so we can replace the A/C in that room and make it possible for @dadhoc to work downstairs without passing out from the heat.
i spent christmas alone while my family got together and fought, and honestly i feel so good about this
i bought myself presents, cooked a big meal, drank wine and watched Home Alone 3 w/ my dog. I don’t feel sorry for myself at all.
meanwhile my sister threatened to disown my dad so he threatened to disown her, while my mom enabled and my other sister downed a bottle of wine to deal.
on the other side of the country, i was busy discovering, to my delight, that the that the 3rd installment of the Home Alone franchise not only stood up to the test of time, but contains some of the best oneliners and comedic timing I have ever seen.
honestly, keep toxic people out of your life. family isn’t everything, and bad family is often worse than no family. don’t be afraid to put in some distance, especially during high stress times like the holidays. you don’t actually owe them anything.
being alone for the holidays is so much better than being with people who make you unhappy.
Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them.
“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”
“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”
It’s just.
50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.
i also like that this is a “ask craftspeople” thing, it reminds me of when art historians were all “the fuck” about someone’s ear “deformity” in a portrait and couldn’t work out what the symbolism was until someone who’d also worked as a piercer was like “uhm, he’s fucked up a piercing there”. interdisciplinary shit also needs to include non-academic approaches because crafts & trades people know shit ok
my dad went camping over Canada Day weekend and he must’ve gotten bitten by some eldritch horror of a mosquito because now his entire face is swollen o_o
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