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Would you sell yourself for fame?

Last weekend’s Fetish Expo went well. Or, at least, the fashion segment did, much of my day was spent between hair, makeup and dressing, leaving very little time to explore the rest of the event until after that modelling business was all wrapped up- by which time many of the vendors were beginning to pack their wares away. So I can’t really comment on the rest of the event. At least… not without a good deal of lies and embellishment.

A sad turn of events indeed, being that I’d spent the preceeding week loudly proclaiming the vast quantity of dicks I was planning on purchasing, only to return home empty handed.

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If you can’t get back again, you can change the way it is.

Was it a bad time to take a brief break after that last entry? Absolutely not, I have no idea what you’re even talking about?!

The past week or so has been busy. Are people beginning to venture out again after their winter hibernation? Will there be a brief stint of social interaction in the overlap before I settle in for aestivation? Time will tell.

Last week Tech Support took some time off work and we spent two nights at the Langham hotel on Southbank in Melbourne to celebrate our seventh anniversary. Seven years!

His colleagues were convinced he was going to propose or something, which he found funny and I found mildly offensive (there are a myriad of personal reasons why I am against legal marriage), but we’ll just leave that one alone for now.

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Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart?

It was a busy weekend.

Finally got a new bed. The details of the situation are complicated and boring but I promise you this was so far overdue it wasn’t even funny any more. Sleeping is hard.

But that is not important.

On Sunday it was Golden Owl Events annual Wintervalk parade.

Costume events are definitely my jam, but so often I find myself somewhere between too busy or too socially awkward to attend. This passed weekend that was not the case. Hallward happened to be going and graciously offered to drive, so I figured it was a good excuse to bust out the goat from New Year.

For the record: I was right.

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