It’s no secret that I love doing collaborations with other bloggers, but finding the right time, scene, pose, clothes, etc….its not as easy as one might think. Well, finally, after months of saying we would, Tiffany Parkin and I got together, throwing caution to the wind, we did our first collaboration. I’m calling it foreplay, because I want to do another, sexier more tantalizing photo in the future. Poor Tiffany has been dragged into my world since the night we did this photo and I fear she’ll never be the same. *grins* You can find her version by clicking her name above and it will take you directly to her blog. ♥
The weather has been so crazy lately, but there have been a few random perfect days. Admittedly, I’m a bit agoraphobic and I absolutely hate leaving my house. However, I do have a gorgeous dog that absolutely refuses to grow opposable thumbs. Thus, I must step out the door from time to time to allow her proper care. I wasn’t always like this and I remember many years of spending as much time outside as I possibly could. I suppose that’s just one more thing I love about Second Life. In this amazing virtual world, I can go anywhere without actually leaving the comfort of my home. I can explore to my heart’s content without anxiety or pain. I am so grateful for the experiences this virtual world affords me.
I’m feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights at the moment. I’ve been awake a little over an hour and the weight of the nightmare I had still rests upon my shoulders. I cannot shake the devastation of the dream. The pain lingers like an icy claw dug deep into my skin, taunting me with images and words not spoken in the real world, but in the depth of my sleep. As if they are forever etched into my mind. Not only do I sit here suffering at the hands of this insufferable nightmare, but I awoke to disappointment and a feeling of abandonment. Part of me wants to go back to sleep, but I fear the nightmare will return. Despite the fact that I do not wish to go back to sleep, I’m not sure I can face this day and my eyes lids are so heavy, I fear I may not be able to keep them open.
“Somebody get me a hammer
Wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors
And go back to a time that was different
A time when I didn’t feel like there was something missing
Now my body and mind are so distant
Don’t know how to escape from this prison
How can I free my mind?
Cause I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I can’t breathe
How can I live in the moment
When my thoughts never feel like my own and
Don’t know how to admit that I’m broke
It is 4:30am and I’m sitting here quietly typing in a room lit only be two computer screens and the occasional bout of lightening. The sound of the rain pitter-pattering faster, then slower against my windows, accompanied by the wind creeping through cracks in the glass, all remind me of some random scene in some scary movie. My mind begins to travel to different times in my life as I check the weather website to make sure this is just a thunderstorm and nothing more serious. That’s what I do now. I’m all grown up and now I worry about things like whether or not a thunderstorm is going to turn into some demonic creation of Gaia sent to remind us whose home we live upon. Do I need to trick my animals into the bathroom along with my purse and medications? Dancing in the deluge no longer an option. Oh but once upon a time….and my mind begins to roam through the remnants of days long gone.
According to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary, a hobby is a pursuit outside one’s regular occupation engaged in especially for relaxation. My mother, for instance, has gardening and reading. I like to read, too, but gardening? No. I don’t like being outside. I don’t like bugs and I’m terrible with plants. Inside Second Life, I think my hobbies would be blogging and mischief. Few things make me smile like causing trouble. Not serious, drama filled trouble. Just being a smart ass or class clown, so to speak. That makes it a hobby, right? In real life, I’d say I don’t have a lot of hobbies outside of gaming and Second Life. I really love painting, but I’m not great at it and eventually I get sick of looking at my own work hanging on the walls. Plus, Mr Mayhem, my cat, seems to be quite the art critic. He hates my work and is constantly knocking it off the walls. He destroyed the one painting I had that I genuinely loved.
I know there are several knitters in SL. I wish I could knit, but my hands would never allow for that. I can’t paint anymore and even typing incites a good deal of pain after a while. I’m curious what other hobbies people in SL have outside of Second Life.
April Fool’s Day has come and gone. It’s the one day of the year that we’re expected to relax and expect bad to epic pranks. I’ve seen all sorts of prank wars on YouTube between couples that are far more tolerant than I would ever be. I’ve seen women smashing Xboxes….those things are freaking expensive! Let someone bash in my PC as a joke! I don’t care if they had a backup or a brand new better PC….that’s cash money, yo! For years, I’ve pranked my mother by claiming to see a spider somewhere near her. Hell, I even did that shit over the phone and she still feel for it. Yeah, she cusses me out every year, but that’s how I know I got her.
There are certain pranks that are just classics, especially now with most people locked into social media. People will announce they’re getting married, divorced, a new job, pregnant, car crash, etc. Now, rarely does anyone fake a death or some deadly disease, but when they do its usually someone famous and they can get away with it. Now, most of these jokes are so common that I hardly even find them amusing, unless presented in a very unique way. What I have not witnessed until this year (doesn’t mean it didn’t happen) was someone getting so bent out of shape over a public prank on social media that they took it upon themselves to rant about said joke and how it offended them. Naturally, there were people ready and willing to jump on the offended bandwagon. To be fair, there were also a handful of people defending the offensive joke.
Here’s the the filtered tea. The joke was a pregnancy announcement. Several people fell for it and that made it funny to me. The person offended apparently couldn’t have kids or had recently lost a child during pregnancy. I honestly can’t remember the details, because the comments on both threads had my head spinning. Eventually, the joker, being a truly wonderful person, resended her joke and apologized to all of FB. Thus, the offended, also a wonderful person, took down her rant.
Ok, so here’s why it bothered me. I honestly don’t get why this was so offensive. I can’t have kids. I had two miscarriages, but swore I’d never try again. I couldn’t deal with the idea of getting my hopes up and losing another one. I absolutely hate the very idea of baby showers and I refuse to go them, because they upset me so badly. Just receiving an invitation can make me cry sometimes. However, I would NEVER lash out, publicly OR privately, over being invited. I wouldn’t dream of making it about me. I simply accept it as part of life and decline the invite with one excuse or another. I don’t even tell them that real reason I can’t go is that I’m not mentally stable enough to sit through someone else’s joyous occasion because it triggers so much personal pain. Hell, I’ve had to endure work baby showers that sent me to the bathroom to calm down. So, to rain all over social media because an innocent joke triggered you? Well, here’s the thing…once that shit is out there, people have seen it. I guarantee someone has a screen shot of it and friends were lost over this stupid joke. Now the whole world knows how sensitive you are and how easily you’re triggered….and quite frankly, it made a mountain out of mole hill. We as humans have got to stop being so easily offended. We can’t take everything so personally. I personally find it exhausting and I understand that sometimes stuff bothers us deeply, but not everything is meant for social media. It simply creates a rift between people that wasn’t necessary. So, please, if you’re truly offended by someone’s behavior….perhaps you should approach the person offending you, but take sometime to think it over. Is this something that offends you personally? Was the offensive thing aimed at you specifically? I mean, just think about it. Most of us are adults, let’s start acting like it. Because quite frankly, I’m offended by every Tom, Dick, and Sally walking around with chips on their shoulders just waiting to be offended so they can rant all over social media about it. So, there…your overt sensitivity offends me. How you like them apples? (and ffs, don’t take this as a direct assault…it fits a gazillion scenarios….I think both women are beautiful and amazing, it was just one of those things, ya know?)
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“A good dancer is not necessarily defined by great technique, skill, or ability to pick up choreography but by confidence. When you feel the music, it penetrates to your soul. Everybody’s a dancer. The greatest dancer is someone who is willing to dance, not afraid.” ~ Alyssa Edwards
If you don’t know who Alyssa Edwards is then let me spill some tea, just for you. Alyssa Edwards is the most fabulous Queen since RuPaul. She has been on RuPaul’s drag race shows several times. Before Alyssa Edwards was famous for being a fierce queen, the man behind the drag, Justin Johnson, owned and operated (still does, I think) an award winning dance studio called Beyond Belief in Mesquite, TX. Seriously, if you want to know more you can Google either name and by all means, do a quick search on YouTube.