okay, here we go…

My panties are in a bunch. Mr. Muffin, (lj-user: low_fat_muffin) shared this political cartoon over on his FB wall. Two particular comments set off something that I have been rolling from for over twenty years. And it is time for ‘them’ to get over themselves and their entitlement and assumptions… The first was mostly short […]

tending to family

Well, things get much more real standing in front of them all, don’t they…? I am back home with my parents and I am happy for it, but the reality of the past couple of years on my parents is a physical presence. My dad’s in-home physical therapy is mostly on hold, because my mom’s radiation […]

cuff-links @ dapperkink

Restored from the original post on dapperkink: This space was created to record my journey as I search for where I best fit but it was named for the manifestation of my kinks within a sartorial setting. I see no reason why both facets can’t be share at once… The weekend brought me back to […]

returning home the hero

Alternate title: How I saved the internets. I am back to my childhood home, sleeping in the bed that was mine most all my life. Well, the frame anyway, the mattress set is newer. To back up a bit first… I spent Friday night in Columbus at the baths, which has become a favorite habit […]

dapperkink

A new post is up over at my wordpress blog: dapperkink. This one summarizes the backstory of my developing personal style, in words and image. Let’s call this the precursor to the year-end wrap-up posts… My life has set upon a path that gathers all the random occurrences into a single, tight thread, wound upon […]

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Protected: back in the saddle again

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Protected: innie & outtie

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Protected: theatrical drama and a crumpled shirt

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the emotional debt of dying

My inner child, that part of me that never seems to age past eighteen years of age, faced a curious moment of maturity. I spend the early evening with my studio-mate, discussing further the decision to let go of the studio space at the end of the current lease, which would be July of 2011… […]