This blog’s 7-year anniversary flew by without an acknowledgement – I was in New York, busy with cheese and adventures, but you guys know my heart’s not been here for awhile.
A few reasons. Mostly I just don’t have time. With full time work and about a billion projects on the side, weekdays I leave home at 7am and get back around 9, 10pm. Weekends are kind of blurry with obligations either fun or administrative.
Also, I have other creative endeavours now, that take up pretty much ALL my non-work time, and feel I can ‘use’ blog fodder more effectively there.
So this isn’t goodbye – call it an indefinite hiatus, because I’m nothing if not pretentious.
Boyfriend… AKA ‘Husband’
We’re married. We’re utterly happy. Still in the honeymoon phase we were in when we first got together. We can’t get enough of each other; want to be near each other all the time. If we’re not touching it feels like dying. It’s ridiculous – we feel like we’re genuinely the other half of each other. It’s been like this for 7 years and it's just getting more intense. I doubt that will ever change.
Still live with my Yia Yia. She’s a bit evil, lots of mindgames, but mostly harmless. She keeps wrecking shit, trashing the house, etc. Never live with an old person. They’re filthy and don’t even know it. She stresses me out to the max and I’d dearly love to move out but I couldn’t handle the guilt: Someone needs to keep an eye on her, and if not us, who?
For two years I adored my job. I went up 3 full paygrades in a year. I threw myself into it and was acknowledged for my excellent work. But quite a few things have changed: my position, who I report to, the work I do. It’s not ideal. There are some great benefits still, but I feel a bit like the greyhound killing themselves chasing the mechanical bunny, only to catch it and realise that it’s just a non-delicious machine. Will I stay in the same position? Move to another area of this institution? Go somewhere else entirely? Christ knows. The most important thing is to save as much as possible, very difficult considering how ridiculous Husband and I are with money and fun.
Things are happening. Exciting, heartbreaking, gratifying, frustrating, awful, wonderful things. Very slowly. I don’t know. I’m still not doing nearly as much as I should be. I haven’t written fiction in years and it kills me. Also, I wrote a book about 1900 Freakline. Need to re-draft that fucker.
Collarbone is confirmed ‘most likely healed’. I have a huge scar from the operation. Will get another operation in 1-2 years to take the plate and pins out. Nerve damage in leg and arm is, again ‘most likely’ permanent. O well.
Been seeing a psychologist post-accident, that’s awesome. PCOS has kept on keeping on. Am losing weight, slowly but surely, as I keep improving lifestyle/fitness-type stuff. The Food Stuff needs to be worked on. Forever, perhaps. The main thing is I’m getting progressively hotter, as I discover better places to get clothes, more cunty ways of doing makeup, etc, etc…
Still going to many concerts, plays and other happenings. Still not doing as many drugs as I’d like to be. Still have a large network of fascinating people who’ve not bred and know where good times can be found. Spending way too much on pretentious food and fancy cocktails. There will be no growing up, or out of this.
Husband and I are relatively vanilla. But interesting things have been happening - there was an accidental mandatory sex party where I was able to faceplant a vadge (awesome) and other interesting possibilities are presenting themselves, largely to do with kink. I’ve been much, much more toppy lately, not wanting to sub for anyone except husband. And I can be quite vicious. Also, identifying more as a Femme Daddy-type, blurring many a gender/sexuality line. We’ll see how that unfolds.
We need to save. Ideally for a house/apartment, but that’s a pretty lofty fucking aim considering that every time we raise more than $5k we either get married or go overseas.
So save for a house, or save to go live in the US for a test year. We’re giving Melbourne 5-8 years, then it’s LA or San Francisco (most likely San Fran). Because why not.
No kids, not now, not ever. Only adventures and fun.
Tomorrow, I turn 30.
I have no idea what will happen next.
A human female in Melbourne (for now).
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