Apparently, October the 11th is National Coming Out Day.
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Your picture perfect vanity.
Greetings friends, fiends, furs and foes!
Preview-selfie from last week’s rehearsal.
On Saturday the 24th of September I will be stepping out of the closet to join Von Chibi Designs and Cherry Pie Millinery once again, this time at the Fitzroy Town Hall for the fashion show during OzKinkFest’s 2016 Fetish Expo.
The doors will be open from 12noon with tickets costing around $25 each.
It all looks set to be a kinky day, so if you’re in Melbourne, over the age of 18, and into that sort of thing, maybe come check it out?
Or don’t, it’s really not up to me. You do you. Safe, sane, and consensual, my friends! Safe, sane, and consensual.
Mostly I just want to buy me some dicks.
Wait, what?
A habitually nervous reaction.
It seems, despite the genuinely suspicious quantity of condiments lining my pockets, I have made it back to Australia relatively unscathed* after spending the better portion of August in Japan.
“How is the weather there?” My father had asked.
“Cicadas.” Was my response.
Why on earth did I agree to cross the equator during August? That’s rhetorical, by the way; 35°C days with 95% humidity and a spot of mild typhoon toward the end there. Natural disasters are one thing but heat and I do not agree. Next time let’s shoot for February.
The Helpercats survived my absence (thanks to my parents for keeping an eye on them); though admittedly Claude screamed for 12 straight hours when we got back- only stopping due to the loss of her voice, while Hobes actively attepted to incapacitate me via concussion with the ferocity of his smooches.
Claude forgave my absence upon the realisation that luggage is comfortable for sits.
It is good to be home.
It was good to not be home.
It was, in many ways, frightening, to spend an entire month in direct contact with another human being, even if it was with the one I’ve been living with for the past six years, who already knows too much anyway. Though surprisingly, it was only quite recently that he genuinely managed to shame one of my hobbies.
Feel the eyes of someone looking in on you.
The saga continues.
New servers do not function the same way as the previous servers, nor do I personally have direct access to their inner workings (which is arguably a smart choice, given my track record). Just how different could one server be from another?
Please don’t answer that, really, I wouldn’t understand anyhow, explaining it would be a waste of both our time.
Long story short, there will be more down-time for the blog at an undetermined point in the future because it turns out WordPress legitimately does, in fact, want to fight me. Mainly due to a miscommunication on my part with the long-suffering individual who does have direct access to the servers, over what exactly it is that I do over here.
Your lord and master is my dog, let me feed him.
Never has the description of my life as a series of loosely strung together failure and disappointment been more relevant than with this ongoing clusterfuck of server migrations. Is that even an appropriate use of the term? Server migration? In my defence, chickens are not known for their migration habits.
Email forwarding has not been functioning properly, vast apologies to those who have attempted to contact me over the past month. The issue was successfully rectified earlier this week.
Separation Anxiety is still down after seeming like a good idea to manage both blog and comic from a single login. I’m still not entirely sure why I hate myself so much and am at least 97% sure WordPress straight up wants to fight me at this point.
While I catch up on several weeks of emails it feels like as good a time as any to post another… erm… chapter of the infamous Saucy Fanfic. If nothing else, people should be less inclined to willingly contact me after reading it, which means fewer backlogged emails next time I fuckup a server mirgration.
I will die here without having screwed anything but my own fingers.”– The Saucy Fanfiction
The first chapter of this crack-shipping crossover atrocity was uploaded during 2014, though MaEmon originally penned it some 10 years earlier. Same goes for this instalment, though as a contributor I’m not in any position to be evading responsibility here.
A more reasonable person would just burn the fucking thing and be done with it.
Yet here we are.
Warning:
The Saucy Fanfiction was something MaEmon and I conceived during highschool.
Being the work of over-caffeinated sleep-deprived teenage pieces of trash, rest assured this is at best going to be juvenile and poorly written, and at worst downright offensive.
Possible triggers (for this chapter) include but are not limited to:
Dubious consent, xenophilia (in the science-fiction context), and ablutophilia. Not necessarily in that order.
This work is only to be viewed by persons over 18 years of age.
Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
Let’s start living dangerously.
Please bear with me, the Asylum has experienced some down time recently as we are in the process of moving to new servers and it has been a ripe clusterfuck. Never underestimate my incompetence, friends.
Shout out to my long-suffering techsupport who managed to stick with me even after realising that I have no idea what DNS means. Domain Name Server, kids, remember that for me. I’ve been doing this for 10 years, trust me I am a professional.
MAD Fashion Showcase – 2016
Greetings friends, fiends, furs and foes!
This Saturday, the second of April, is the Melbourne Alternative Designers Fashion Showcase. If you’re in town and that sounds like your type of jam then maybe stop by, check it out, support some talented local artists and designers?
There are going to be runway shows, performances and a market place, it’s looking set to be a solid evening for all involved!
Plus I’m going to be there, modelling stunning garments for the delightful Von Chibi Designs and maybe even some of Cherry Pie Millinery‘s gorgeous head ware.
Please be aware that this is an 18+ event which will be held at the St. Kilda Town Hall, where the doors will be open from around 6:30pm.
Hope to catch some familiar faces there!
Nothing you’d miss, but it means the world to me.
So there was a big Windows update the computer bullied me into installing recently, you know the one, the one that said “all your files are exactly where you left them” when it was done, because that definitely isn’t the sort of thing somebody who just fucked around with all your files would say.
Not that I’m calling Windows a liar or anything.
So of course, using a laptop, the track-pad was switched back on and the drivers had to be reinstalled to turn the damn thing off again. Why? Every single time.
Then it became apparent that my preferred office software was not compatible with the update and also needed to be updated. Don’t even get me started on the Cintiq’s reaction to all this!
So, sure Windows, my files were exactly where I left them, it’s just that 80% of them didn’t damn well work any more.
But we’re back in order now so, grumbling over operating systems aside:
Happy 2016!
Nothing will change a single fact of who you were to me.
A moment of silence for Toby ‘Tobes’ Spuds, the young Huntsman spider who had taken up residence in my workspace toward the end of October this year.
Even if we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through hell with you.
Halloween came and went. There wasn’t much of a celebration on my end, didn’t even make the annual Melbourne Zombie Shuffle (opting instead to check out a local festival), the only notable task being an optometrist appointment, which wasn’t so much “spooky” as it was “six months overdue”.
Guess who needs two pairs of glasses because they said no to bifocals?
This guy. This guy right here.
Apparently my good eye is no longer compensating for the bad one where distance is concerned.
Actually I take back what I said about it not being spooky, my lack of depth perception is downright terrifying.
Aside from the new spectacles, October found me embarking on an “inktober” drawing challenge, where one picture was drawn each day of the month- much to the delight of my RSI. It could’ve ended disastrously, considering the last “30 day” drawing challenge I took lasted 15 months, but keeping it simple with ink-based traditional mediums and enforcing an A4 size limit, somehow the full 31 days were successfully achieved!