Simplifying

I'm "retiring" my Blogger blog. Trying to maintain two blogs, even though they're mostly just mirroring one another is just more effort than I care to put towards it all. If you're still interested in reading the mess that I call life you can find me here.

Take care.

F.U.N.K.

Oh. My. GAWD!!

Ya want some funkier than shit, get down and make you get nasty funk music? I'm so serious... GET yourself some Betty Davis and get down witch-yo-bad-self. You will be wigglin' your hips, movin' yo feet, and makin' stupid faces in no time.

My 80s fashionista friend told me about Betty a while ago and I finally got me summadat. Wow.



I'm groovin' out to Nasty Gal and man, why and how have I never heard her before nor any of her music? What rock have I been under for so long? hehehe

This has been a public service announcement. Go get funky now.

Shoes... oh my gawd, shoes.

If I ever did drag, these shoes would be mine betch.




I went out for a walk this afternoon, tried a different direction and strolled through some slightly nicer neighborhoods. On the way home I saw these babies in the window of an antique shop. Go fig. No... no ginger up the butt... just go figure.

ANYhoo... the walk was pleasant enough, I was listening to some goofy Pizzicato Five on the iPod, the weather while gray was pleasantly comfortable and most of the houses were OK. There were a few where I was tempted to take pictures of but I didn't think the owners would be too happy to have some bald guy with a goatee in a leather jacket standing in front of their homes taking pictures (in order to make fun of them). They tried... but just didn't make it over the hurdle.

To note: One house had a jungle of what once used to be a nice little garden but was complemented back a bank of flood lights and sirens perched above the porch and a large white sign with big black lettering addressing any potential "criminals" that the residents of the house did not use cash and only credit. And then there were the usual orange letters on black signs for No Trespassing and all that.

But by far, my favorite was the house that instead of grass in the front and side yards, had astroturf surrounding it. I kid you not. It wrapped around the house, abutted the flower gardens and surrounded the trees, turning them into islands of vegetation in a sea of lime green plastic. To add to the special quality of this attempt, there were even some yard tools lying near the porch used I assume, to sweep up the fallen leaves from the trees.

Yeah... I shoulda taken a picture of it, but I saw motion in the house. Discretion and self preservation prevailed. Sorry.

But at least I took a picture of the cool shoes.

Say it with me people... these shoes rule.

Hmm... Flagellation for Christ or just public BDSM?

Can we just call a spade a spade and admit that people get off on being beaten? Stop confusing the issue or hiding it under the guise of religion and just admit that it feels good for any number of reasons.

Here's hoping the link to the video works...

Cock

...Say it with me now

Cock

Open your mouth nice and wide, make a big AH sound and let cock issue forth.

The other day a girl at work admitted that she hated the word "fisting". This brought up the mention of the two euphemisms that I know for it being: Hand Puppet and Catcher/Pitcher. For working at a sex store, a couple eyes got bit and round and jaws dropped at the mention of hand puppet. C'mon.

Anyway, I got to thinking about about words in general and sexual words in specific, and how to me... the word "cock" just has this potential to bring about mental images while saying it like no other word. You have to open your mouth and make a nice, round "ah" to say it, eluding to opening your mouth enough to let the object of speech right back in.

Or is it just me?

Fitting in

Today had some fun and some stupid fun stuff at work. At first I was a little worried that maybe I'd be late since I overslept by turning off the alarm clock like a goon. I clocked literally less than one minute before my shift started. Sometimes it's the littlest things.

Later I went into the back to grab a hanger to hang a new garment I had finished and saw that two hangers were somehow locked together. Basically the loop part of one hanger was somehow passing around the wire of the loop part of another hanger. Kind of like those puzzles where two rings are locked together if that makes any more sense. I puzzled about it for a few seconds and then decided I couldn't see how they had gotten that way nor how to take them apart because they were both closed loops. I decided such as one is wont to do at work with silly little diversions to take them out to the crew and display this meaningless oddity, asking in general for someone to explain the reality of the situation to me. We looked at these two conjoined hangers for a few seconds for everyone to realize that they were somehow merged and for the comments to just begin and for me to continue to flap my lips about it when suddenly one of them just fell to the floor proving me wrong. Apparently at the point where the loop of one closes and joins the hook part of the hanger had a fitting that was loose enough to open and close and look normal when it was closed. This brought up a few giggles and we went on about our ways.

The reason for me boring you with this? It helped me to feel a little more like I was starting to fit in around work a bit. It's one of those jobs where once I learn the given task, I can switch to autopilot which then gives me a lot of time to think. And I've been thinking about how I wasn't feeling like I was fitting in yet, at least with my department, as much as I'd like or as I hoped. One thing that makes it hard is when the conversations frequently center around topics common to the people who have worked there for a while already, there's nothing I can contribute to those you know? My department has four other people in it: Two girls, where one is a design instructor and the other is a jewelry artist (or something), a nice but taciturn guy who also makes or designs tee shirts or something and my aforementioned 80's fashionista. Actually, they're all pretty much fashionistas and not a darn one of 'em is apparently kinky at all judging by the drift of some of the conversations and comments that float around from time to time. I was disappointed in this fact. Leave it to me to find the only non-kinky department in a sex store! Is kinda sorta the gist of the thing. Not that I was feeling woeful in that respect, but because I felt like I wasn't fitting in, anywhere. This led me to the idea of fitting in and just what it means and just what did I expect in the first place?

I suppose that at its most basic sense, fitting in is being accepted by like minded people. I had hoped to find like minded people that I felt comfortable with, who I got along with and who I might even want to spend time with outside of work and vice versa. Having coworkers as friends is not necessarily a requirement for me and most of the time I don't worry about it but hey, new town, new job yadda yadda yadda and you get me: discombobulated and hypersensitive new guy. We have a stereo in our area that we all hook up our iPods to share our music and I was even (still am a bit) worried that they didn't like my music because y'all know me... I have an almost pathological fear of being an imposition to someone on just about any level and yes... sharing something generally safe like music is a nice way of getting to know one another once the conversations about it start up.

Anyway, the nagging voice in the back of my head saying I wasn't fitting in (while being premature I admit) was doing it's thing off and on lately. It was refreshing to have a morning of conversation that bantered around where most everyone was part of it at one time or another. I relaxed a bit. Then later is when I did the goofy thing with the hangers (ya hadda be there) and then I made some points after that.

Y'see... our supervisor made some enquiries to my trainer about how I was coming along with picking up the work and all that, and I was apparently shown in a good light as I've already been making stock for the store for about two weeks or so now. And THEN, I was asked if I wouldn't mind helping out for a while with learning to make some of the women's latex clothing as well. Apparently there's some expansion or something going on but there's only one person who currently makes the women's stuff and she's also the pattern maker. The orders having been starting to pile up but there's also a space problem in that there isn't space at this moment to hire someone to work with her. So now I get to play the good guy and learn some of the women's clothing and help out.

Now there's a challenge there too lemme tell ya. She was showing me how to make a simple tube top (affectionately referred to as a boob tube) and the pieces and parts just looked totally foreign to me. I have been learning and developing my skills with making curves and curved pieces such as attaching sleeves to shoulders and making jocks (which is all different when the pieces are glued together than sewn) but when it came to making the curve for the breasts? Again... I was on foreign territory. We got to joking about it and I was jokingly ordered to go over to one of the female dress mannequins and get acquainted. :-) Apparently I can still blush too as I felt my ears get all warm. It was really nice to have people just joking around and relaxing.

I tell ya though, I thought that making rubber clothes in general was a fussy process... women's clothes are a lot harder and fussier! As it was, my first ever latex tube top was good enough to go out in the store and I've been let loose with the rest. As with every piece (or two) that I make that's new to me, it's a slow struggle until I get the hang of it, which will be just in time to get something else to learn. But hey, I get to be the good guy who pitches in for the team and all that.

Anyway... yeah. Nothing exciting but much more gratifying for me at least. :-)

What do you think?

I ganked this a while ago and I apologize to whoever I ganked it from for not giving them props. It's been sitting on my desktop since then as at first I think I was taking it too seriously. But then again maybe not, after all, since I reacted to it, there might just be some truth to it.

What do you think? Hmm?

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Random thoughts

Last night, well yesterday actually I decided to go for a walk, such as it is around here in suburbia. I didn't expect anything interesting though and boy was I not surprised.

I also decided to wear a new rubber cat suit that finally arrived a few weeks ago that I had ordered weeks before I moved here. It arrived when I was feeling pretty depressed and just before that nasty cold of mine had set in, so until yesterday I had only worn it once. Truth is though, I haven't had an erotic urge for several weeks so it was nice to feel like doing something for once, even if it was as simple as wearing rubber under my clothes for the day.

It's a seriously thick suit which is fun but it's limiting in the range of comfortable motions or positions, I don't know if I'll be able to wear it as much as I had originally hoped but it's still fun. More so with the funky rubber toe socks I added to the mix after having tried some el cheapo rubber socks that are shaped like xmas stockings. I swear, who came up with that idea? Feet are just not shaped that way and in a short amount of time, my toes were killing me when I tried those. The toe socks are much more comfortable and kinky fun.

I figured that I needed to get out by myself and try to do some of the stuff that grounds me a bit as a way to recharge. A walk, rubber (for fun) the iPod, maybe a movie and hopefully if I was extremely lucky I'd find a cafe where I could sit, drink coffee and do some writing in my journal. I knew from previous excursions that finding a cafe was asking a bit and it didn't happen. I walked past two Starbucks and while Starbucks in sort of that last fail safe, port in a storm at times and they're nice and all... they lack that certain charm or coziness that invites me to sit a while, get comfy and let down my guard enough to write.

The street I walked along was just a typical paved swath that divides a town consisting of chain stores and restaurants, a few local restaurants, too many strip malls and closed businesses. I walked past more than one or two neglected, weed ridden, paved lots that almost certainly used to be used car dealerships and several liquor stores. I was casually reminded of how much happier I'll be in part, once we get into the city and hopefully into an interesting, funky and eclectic neighborhood.

As I walked along, enjoying the music, hearing stuff on shuffle that I hadn't heard in a while (I just revamped some of the genres in my music library which mixed it all up quite nicely) I thought of my feet sliding around in the rubber toe socks, feeling the compression of the rubber all over and had a nice little chuckle to myself about it. I had nice nostalgic thoughts about how good I had it in Seattle... a fantastic neighborhood, a totally rockin' roommate and excellent friends. I really got accustomed to the culture there and I know even at that, that I didn't take enough advantage of it all. I still have work to do. :-) I know that there's stuff here waiting for me and I think Im slowly letting go of the death grip I had to "before" so that I can start opening up to what's ahead. It takes time, especially when I feel so out of place in a number of ways. I just have to start getting out in it more is all. Although here in suburbia it's a little more problematic... the movie theater I wound up going to had security there. A first for me at the movies. When I came out of the movie I saw, a group of guards had detained a number of teenagers who apparently, like many teenagers in suburbia, had nothing better to do than run around acting like a bunch of fools creating disturbances and getting into trouble. So I found myself kind of glad that this theater did have security after all. meh

Btw, from what I was able to absorb through the two crying babies, and overhearing the continual questions of confused and/or bored children and the interruption to stop and realign the movie (sigh) The Last Mimzy was a fun little movie. I knew I was in for an ordeal though, going to a mainstream theater on a Saturday night right after dinner. :-P

Sorry I don't have anything more particularly fun or interesting to talk about.