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  • welcome to the hole

    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.

  • all my bags are packed…

    I’m ready to go.

    After that, really, the lyrics no longer apply. Well, beyond the jet plane part. I am not on anyone else’s doorstep and I know exactly when I will be back again…

    I am finally all packed for camp.

    *whew*

    It is not easy packing two weeks worth of clothing into luggage for four days. There was a massive I-really-need-to-juggle-everything-to-get-more-weight-into-the-carry-ons-and-not-in-the-checked-bags-and-have-to-pay-a-hundred-bucks-each-for-an-extra-two-pounds moment. I am solidly five pounds under for each checked bag (I hope)…

    Unfortunately, I caught a cold last weekend. All the itchy, yucky contagious symptoms passed midday Monday, but it is not as far along in playing out as I would like. I am doping it up with as much OTC drugs as I can safely.

    It would be nice if the rest of the congestion passed by Friday. (Please, please, please…)

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  • mash-up request

    I would very much like to see the glass artist, Dale Chihuly, create an installation of magnificent green writhing tentacles.

    And, of course, I would like to request that the installation be titled:
    The Call of Cthulhuly

  • camp prep

    So, would you laugh at me if I were to say that I am spending a chunk of my time this coming weekend, putting together a reference book for my summer camp wardrobe…?

    LOL

    Seriously, I have photographed each and every planned assemble, so I don’t have to strain to remember what is with what… And they all have titles, too, well, the daytime stuff does anyway. So far, the evening stuff is simply Evening 1, Evening 2 and so on…

    the frat boy

    Heheheheh. I keep laughing at myself, so I guess I wouldn’t mind a rolling chorus. I am enjoying myself incredibly.

    formal dinner

    Oh, mapping the weekend out like this also seems to be helping me to ween down the list; it makes it harder to over pack. (Although I think I am taking enough underwear and a-shirts for two weeks! LOL) I will say there might be a struggle, when I get there and want more diverse options, after all, I am only packing one tie per clothing change. *gasp*

    the huntsman (security detail)

    Last year, I packed three to five for each shirt I took along…

    the wet suit
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  • file under: big, bad cry-baby

    file under: big, bad cry-baby

    So, there I am, bawling like a baby on the drive home this afternoon. I was listening to this…

    Comedian Robert Schimmel died last Friday from injuries received from a car accident, but that is not why I was crying like a baby. Schimmel was a regular on the Howard Stern Show, but that was not why, either…

    The report was made on Fresh Air, and they re-aired an interview with the comedian from 2008, seven years after his treatment for non-Hodgkins lymphoma; this gets much closer to why.

    It wasn’t a sadness, really, just a moment of “Boy, do I get that!” and perhaps a sense of loss for a kindred attitude. Seriously, I do think my treatment was easy on me because I made fun of it, and the cancer, and the harsh reactions to the topic.

    Listen to the broadcast via the link above; he had a good sense of how to tackle the crap of life.

    In a sense, I am happy that cancer wasn’t what killed him; it’s like he found a way to not lose to it. Good for him. And Godspeed.

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  • just to mention – or spilling the beans, as it were…

    just to mention – or spilling the beans, as it were…

    The case is looking good that I will be spending Thanksgiving out in a westerly direction… About as westerly as one can get without getting damp feet…

    If everything works out, I will be visiting Dr. J and M in northern CA.

    There is a certain bit of it all, where my availability falls to their discretion, but the trip is long enough to ensure plenty of time in the city…

    Yay!

    I will offer more details as they become available…

  • hey, kuma!

    hey, kuma!

    I hope you have your ears on…

    So, I made a loop of the DAVs this morning; two DAV locations and one of the new Red Racks, the new branding identity for the DAV…

    The first stop was the southern most DAV, down by my chiropractor’s office. That spot has been putting out the neckties for the sale tags these days, with little signs of stopping… I should say, I sort through a particular process for myself, by Kuma does all sorts of things with them, so he will take anything on which he can get his hands.

    Today? At that one stop, I got twenty-five dollars worth of five for a buck ties. And many, many of them were the sorts I look to land for myself.

    For what do I look in a necktie…? Well,   has had some impact on these criteria. He and I had a conversation once, I believe right here on LJ, about what he looks for in neckwear. He mentioned that he only deals with woven patterns. The idea has been sinking in ever since. It makes good sense, seeing that a printing pattern, once snagged, shows the flaw across the whole of the pattern; the woven pattern may only loose a small dot or detail, while the remainder of the pattern stays intact.

    Beyond that, there are a handful of printed pattern ties I will still bring home, bearing in mind that for the most part I only pay a quarter for them. I make the exception on two points. First, certain labels; I imagien that better labels have silk that is woven better. As I see it, the tighter the weave the less chance of snagging. Second, color palette; if I find a tie in a great color scheme or in a color range I do not have much else in on the rack, I will scoop it up and use it as a place holder of sorts until a better tie in that range surfaces…

    So, yeah… I think I added about thirty ties to the mix this morning…

    And here I thought I had everything selected for summer camp.
    Silly Gryphon!

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