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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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Protected: sunday style – the summertime plus forty-one edition
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sunday style prelude – sunday haul report edition
Some time back, I mentioned the appearance of one hundred and twenty-some neckties by Tommy Hilfiger. Now, I have become a good bit of a neckwear person in the development of my clotheshorse, but still most all of them are purchased for a quarter. These started off noticably higher, so I let them sit and watched…
Today was their twenty-five cents/five for a buck day. I brought home forty-one of them. That would be eight and a quarter.
Now, in truth, I don’t much care for that label as a style, or any other names for that matter. I do, however, look for certain labels as a sign of how the garment is made. Hilfiger’s neckties have caught my attention. Some of his ties have a contrasting fabric for the narrow end. This is the sort of detail that fascinates me in the making of things; similar to the thought of dovetail assembly in furniture-making. I love details that do not show in the presentation. Seriously, think about it: Someone went to the effort to choose a fabric and a coordinate for each of these, the second of which will never be seen when worn in a traditional manner.
That is hot.
So, how to exhibit the haul in images….
I am getting dirty thoughts. No surprise there. -
light starch
I am one of those people. I am happy to age.
I have always been this way. I imagine that trait is tied to my perception as a child that no one would ever take me seriously.“You’ll understand better when you’re older…” I got that a lot; even though I already understood…
I celebrate my wrinkles; the vast majority of them are laugh lines, which are the most perfect way to gain wrinkles. I celebrate grey hairs for that matter. My beard is filling in with them of late; a fact that excites me on a regular basis.
Added into my natural disposition towards aging I imagine are the impacts of my health concerns. Although these days I feel melodramatic for saying so, I didn’t expect to get into my forties when I was diagnosed with lymphoma. Now-a-days, I truly feel like I am arriving to the age of my life for which I have always been waiting.
I don’t seem to fear much these days. I don’t mean such outside things as crimes and accidents so much as fearing myself and my internal processes. Folks may light to read this, but I used to be incredibly high-strung. I am nothing now to the level I maintained in my youth. Asperger’s, Imposter’s Syndrome; call it what you will. I was terrified of being found out, of being called out; of being discovered that I was making it up as I went. As a genius friend from back home would put it: I didn’t want to go out into the world because I didn’t know the words and choreography to the ensemble numbers… (at three years old, she thought that musical numbers occurred for real out in the world…)
I am not consciously aware of any internal event prompting this other than not wanting too much time to pass before more photos. Externally, really…? It was prompted by this: thank you . (BTW: I find the image to be genius.) I wouldn’t consider it a contrast so much as a spinning off of… this is my mimicry these days; I take the external event and absorb it into my own direction before expressing it. I am happy to be there; as happy as I am in my own skin.*smooch*
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sunday style – the words without images edition
So, the best I got today is a non-pictorial Sunday style post… I am too busy and a bit too warm for much of planned photo shoots, I will stick to posting images as I have opportunity to make them…
That said: OMFGs! The DAV is a bottomless wellspring. It does so good by me. Today was an obsessive day. Since the overtime has been padding my account so much lately, I splurged and hit two separate locations, spending twenty bucks at each. The haul is massive….
And the item of the week..?
Braces.
I have been collecting the clip-on braces here and there for the elastic; saving them up to convert them either to button braces or to sock garters. Well, today, I picked up six pair of nice button on braces; two were a quarter, the rest ninety-nine cents. Four of them only have elastic on the back strap, using some form of grosgrain of brocade ribbon as the front straps. Oh, so hot!
I guess I will save the clip-on collection to turn into sock garters, I have had difficulty find garters in desired elastic colors and patterns. This may do the trick. I know I can find replacement garter clips online, so I should be set for a near-future project…
Well, I must be off to bed! Have a wonderful holiday weekend. I will have to postpone my vacay until Denver in June…
*smooch*
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Protected: so much for quiet and demure…
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because, sometimes, boredom doesn’t involve nudity…
Could this be considered my blue phase…? LOL
I am calm and mostly centered in general, although I feel little things dropping away. Like clean dishes and laundry getting put up properly. Work is exhausting. I am about to go in for day eighteen in a row; likely two and a half more weeks before that stops. That said, I seem to be the star attraction this season. Management that barely spoke to me for the last two years now seek me out to comment on my shifts production. (To note: my shift is essentially four people running my line.)
The pajamas are a quarter sale find from this past Sunday. They are women’s pajamas, but what does that mean exactly…? The sleeves are short, so they look like three quarter sleeves on me, no big whoop; the buttons are backward, which is always a bit odd for me, but hey. They are those neat knot and loop fasteners anyway, which helped sell the pieces in the first place. Also, the bottoms have very little shape; seems to me that is standard for many women’s clothing…
Still, it was hard for me to pass up the color, pattern and feel of the fabric. I have a trend to avoid bright colors. Both halves of <furrcrazed> chastise me for that here and there. The coiffed one of the pair insists I should spend more time in blue. If they would mass-produce this hue, I would gladly agree, I think.
I feel a bit like an ancient tapestry, you know, where all the colors fade away except for the blue…? Hot. This shade is rich enough and deep enough to not set off my bright color thing…It isn’t about not likely them. I like them plenty. I love working with intense colors. It’s just that… really, they distract me. I can’t focus with that much color around me all day long; silly as that sounds. Plus, I am a pasty Irishman, I think putting me in some bright colors is just… well, mean. I like my colors; I want them to show through…
*smooch*
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Protected: sunday style – the maybe it is, maybe it isn’t edition
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I has teh intrawebs!
Okay, I already did, but now I am mobile…
Nothing fancy, certainly nothing big. LOL…
I bought an Acer netbook at Costco. I have debated over a laptop, but didn’t want to cut out travel this year to have the budget. Honestly…? I don’t want it to work on… I want it for the net and for uploading photos from my camera. I think I have the perfect fit…The biggest con I read in reviews was the inability to connect right out of the box. Obviously, I have overcome that problem. It is exactly what it seems and I am very happy with that. It may seem ridiculously tiny in my hands, but then that is why I don’t want a cellphone and this would be my perfect alternative… small for a laptop, big for a cellphone… LOL
I now have mobile access. Yay!
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the lost hero
I just watched the season finale of Lost.
My heart is racing and my skin is tingling. Whatever they did to mess things up somewhere in the middle, they won me back. Big. Time.
As for Heroes? Not so much. Their finale let me numb and uncaring. Most likely since I have since it twice before…
As copied from the summary of the episode online: Sylar rampages through the 24 hours leading up to his bid for total world domination as the rest of the Heroes race to stop him, once and for all.
Um, but wait! They forgot to add: After travelling to see the bleak future, the heroes work to change the present. But they don’t. Well, they do, but just enough to take us back to the same story arc so that we never have to actually write something new. And, yes, they never actually kill Sylar. Someone will always think they can outsmart the psychopath… Not to mention killing off nearly everyone we worked to develop in the first two seasons in the process…
Yeah. I will stick with Heroes simply because they have superpowers and they are flawed anti-heroes. I have always responded to that. I just wish they would stick to the creative flow they had in the first season, instead of sticking to the same plot.I will stick with Lost, but for an entirely different reason.
You see, I am a puzzle-solver of sorts. I have always seen the things and places and people around me as pieces of a larger set, a larger image, a larger (fill in the blank with your own cliche)… For most of my life, I could go to movies or watch television and see a clean and clear line to the ending, usually finding it in the first twenty minutes. As creative as the writer’s get, they still all follow patterns and formulas and, really, they are not typically all that varied.
It doesn’t ruin my viewing to do this, this thing I have most always done. As long as some aspect of the picture was fresh and well-thought, I enjoy myself. There was a period, some time around my mid-twenties, when I would get pissed when the closing credits rolled. Most often since the writers never finished all the random sub-plots they threw in for extras… Sloppy, really.
Anyway, back to the point. Lost has been tying the connections together for the audience for five seasons… Well, four turned into five after an inconvenient break… And still, as much as I can see everything winding closer together, I still cannot see the endpoint.
That fascinates me. Utterly!
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as it turns out…
Um, yeah… airfare between KCMO and Denver is pretty affordable…
It would seem that I will be attending the opening night of net.works 2.
I missed the first, I want to see this one.Now I have a book to finish…
*smooch*
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