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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.

  • harumph

    harumph

    I just ran into my ex at Chipotle.

    It was pleasant, enough. I was pleasant, enough, but I think my body posture was rude.

    Eh.

    I should have uncrossed my arms when he came up to say “Hello”…

    I should have hugged him, or at least touched him on the arm.

    Eh.

    Sometimes, I hate the juggling act of remembering what I am suppose to do in public. It can be exhausting…

  • Protected: dad update

    Protected: dad update

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  • turbans. I want to talk to you about turbans

    turbans. I want to talk to you about turbans

    … to be specific, wind turbans.

    Yes, I said wind turbans.

    I am quite certain that I just listened to a program on NPR on the way home that was discussing green energy options and a major focus was on wind turbans.

    The first mention caught my mind right out of its typical driving mode and I set more of my mind to pay attention to the show. Yes, absolutely, they said “wind turbans”… Not until a caller mentioned turbines did anything or anyone conflict with the general consensus.

    Of course, me…? I was mostly wondering through it all how fabulous a wind turban just might be… I mean, come on! Norma Desmond would have been even more glorious had she a wind turban whipping up a frenzy about her curled locks…

    LOL

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    Protected: photo challenge – dance

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  • camp – a true confession

    camp – a true confession

    So, admittedly, I have begun gathering for camp; not packing, per se, but gathering and pairing and setting things about the place in preparation for summer camp.

    Today, I did something for the first time, ever…

    I dropped shirts off at a professional laundry. I have been debating it for some time, but didn’t want to add an extra monthly expense at this point. I decided that summer camp would be the perfect one-time event to test drive the service.

    I have been gathering some great shirts that fit me beautifully that don’t launder at home quite as beautifully. Even though I enjoy ironing in one of those borderline-OCD-love-affair-with-inanimate-objects-and-household-chores sort of way, some shirts just don’t smooth out well with a home iron, without a lot of effort and a ton of spray starch…

    I am excited about camp; so much more so than last year, if that is even possible. This time around, I have my starting point established; a baseline if you will. I have inside of my head a growing structure to how and what I will pack, although it is difficult to explain at this point. Additionally, it would fall under internal process, so I would not really care to share it prior to camp anyway…

    So… they will be ready to pick up Monday evening. I used my ex’s laundry. He was a fanatic about laundered and starched dress shirts… I think I picked a good store. We shall see.

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  • Protected: wandering around in my bottoms…

    Protected: wandering around in my bottoms…

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  • Protected: the unveiling – part three

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  • Protected: the unveiling – part two

    Protected: the unveiling – part two

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  • a holding card

    I am in a foul mood.

    If there is such a thing as postpartum depression for an artist and his show, I would have it.

    To be clear, last night was fantastic. Truly so. I do have photos of the food and crowd and art, but for simplicities sake this afternoon, I left my personal belonging at the Slap-n-Tickle until tomorrow, and that includes my camera.

    That all said, today I hit a wall. Hard. I am cranking and foul and dark. I want to think that I can take a moment and less it pass and go out and join my friends for the tail-end of the evening, but I am not sure…

    I am tired, and overheated, a little burned out and feeling more than a touch overlooked.

    I am sure it will pass quickly enough.