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    welcome to the hole

    Once upon a time, I kept a LiveJournal account, gryphons_hole, a deep, dark, comfy little hole in my brain where I kept notes on my life and queerness.

    This is the archive to that account, mostly password protected, adult, queer content, stripped of photo content after the site restructured its photo hosting feature. I hope to restore that content as well.

    If I know you, ask for the password. If I don’t, hope for a generous mood.

    08.18.24 I have realized a need to continue in this space. A kink reawaking if you will, with content that may range into inappropriate for my other blog spaces.

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  • catching up

    What a wonderful trip I am having!

    To catch up some: I am mostly staying a couple hours north of SF, north of Willets, I think the closest town is Laytonville, although that is better described as a post office and grocer… and it is incredibly beautiful here.

    Saturday, Dr. J, M and I drove down and stayed with friends of theirs near Guerneville. One of the friends is the founder of a local theater troupe and we took in a series of one act plays at their hall that night.

    Sunday we drove down to the city. I filled my extra luggage space (Shut up! I can travel with extra space if I want. Honest, I can!) with vintage ties that I never seemed to wear, in hopes to sell them to SF vintage shops. I had some luck, but mostly I will have to return this coming Friday and/or Saturday to catch the buyers in each of the various stores. I broke my self-imposed rule of not looking while in the stores, due to short budget for the trip, but once I did, of course, I couldn’t break the cardinal rule of vintage shopping: if you find it, and it fits, you must take it home. Otherwise, it will be gone if you go back to look. I found a smoking jacket. Not just any smoking jacket, but one that fits the rules and needs of Gryphon-the-picky-artist-sort-and-pasty-Irishman… Not only is the jacket not red and/or burgundy, not only does it not have black satin collar and cuffs… it also had a KCMO price range. *squeee* It is a gold and brown brocade of a Chinese medallion pattern, with brown satin collar and cuffs. Such a find; photos to come…

    Amidst the running about, we stopped in to Whatever! Comics and I finally got to meet ! Total *squeeeeee* on that note. (*pant**pant**pant*) I have made plans to stop back in this coming weekend when both he and Rich are in the store. That place is incredible. I am truly happy for the growth they are getting. Now if only they could also get some decent time off…

    My hosts and I had an invitation to an art salon for Richard Bolingbroke in the private home of one of his collectors. The home was nestled in the hills overlooking most of the city. It was incredible, as was the artwork, the artist and his gathering of friends. What I had missed in all the information about the salon event was the fact that the artist is also one of the men whose home I will be visiting for Thanksgiving dinner. I knew as soon as I met the artist. I have been introduced to his partner online and have seen photos of him, but of course such online exchanges often do not include given names… LOL Silly Gryphon.

    Oh! And on the topic of tiny worlds and layer of separation, in efforts to ensure I get to see all of my many People of Importance while visiting SF… I had a conversation with my hosts as we were driving up to the farm on the night of my arrival. As we were travelling through different regions, Dr. J narrated for me, offering basic descriptions of the area and historical events and tidbits… I asked which direction Napa was from our position, and he told me due East. I said, “I have finds in Napa. I do hope I got to see them while I am here. I love Fish and Robbie.”

    “Oh! You know Fish and Robbie…? They have Thanksgiving with us.”

    LOL

    I love the ever-shrinking circles of my world.

    I should say, I have open time in the first half of Friday and saturday afternoon, but I am still waiting on some important information. Once that is in, I will offer up the goods on where and when to find me. Also, Sunday beer bust is a go. The plan is to start at the Eagle and move to the Lonestar once the Eagle becomes to overwhelming….

  • omgosh! *squeeeeeeeeeeee*

    In just over twelve hours, I will be flying out to SF.

    I am excited to the point that I feel like my heart has been racing since last night, when I finished packing… Funny thing: I think I packed less clothing for a ten day visit than I did for the four and a half days of summer camp. LOL

    This will be a most excellent trip.

    I hope to see all of you SF people while I’m there…

    *smooch*

  • marking a look

    *From the archive, added to record the look.

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  • I can’t get you outta my head…

    Back on Sunday, when I had the chat with my mom… I filled her in on my studiomate’s health and the reality that he and I should move to liquidate stuff and dump the studio before it becomes a financial burden on both of us… And it has been close to that for awhile at this point.

    At some point, I faltered and she questioned it. We were talking about work, and I had mentioned the realistic possibility of losing my oldest local friend. I told her that I just didn’t see the point, if I lose Michael and the studio, of staying here just for a crappy job…

    I mean really…

    Without a pause, “Would you come back home…?”

    I honestly wasn’t thinking about that. I have so many options to consider, and I hesitate to go back to Ohio… to do so would make it too easy to be back under my parents’ roof. I wouldn’t mind being near enough to help with caring for them as they age further, but it is the suburbs… Any job I wanted or would pay better would require an ugly commute.

    As much as I miss Ohio, I don’t want to move back. But now, I just keep hearing her question in my head. Any other place I choose is going to hurt her.

  • damned flippin’ morton’s salt jingle…

    I spoke to my mother on the phone earlier this evening. It would seem that the follow up scan of her breast showed multiple little bumps and dots across the surface. She seems to think that the biopsy allowed the encapsulated lump to spread out of the duct. I am not exactly sure how that works… I mean, she could have simply found it right at the moment that it was starting to spread.

    Either way, she has already had the next surgery, after a cancellation allowed her to move up her appointment. They called it a partial mastectomy, although she said that she couldn’t notice any obvious loss of mass. That all makes sense if you have seen my mother’s breasts…

    Of course, the timing is just brilliant… Please, Sir, I’d like some more…!

    Thank you, Sir, may I have another…?

    EDIT: I forgot to mention: she will begin a month of radiation treatment soon.

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  • doll bones @ the slap-n-tickle

    doll bones @ the slap-n-tickle

    Last night was my beloved Apryl’s solo show over at her own Slap-n-Tickle. The show’s title…? Doll Bones. Some brilliant stuff. I had previously seen only a glimpes of the show’s feel and decided to be the goofy designer/art-fag that I am and dress to match… I had picked up some animal rib bones last month at the local renfest. I brought them out with a pseudo My Fair Lady attire… Or perhaps a twisted tribute to Colonel Sanders. It is difficult to say…

    White and grey raw silk jacket, black-n-white linen vest, black-n-white silk fleur-de-lis tie, black-n-white silk scarf, black-n-white silk pocket square…. You get the idea. Not shown: grey herringbone trousers, black-n-white geometric dress socks, and the lovely naked lady sock garters…

    Oh, yeah…! And some various kind of animal bones in my face. LOL I picked them up for almost nothing at the local renfest last month. They worked out brilliantly, I think: my bones for doll bones. *g*

    With luck, I can get back to the Slap-n-Tickle this afternoon and grab some shots of Apryl’s work to share. It was beyond lovely…

    *smooch*

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