I just got back from three nights and four days (or three and a half?) at Anglin Lake, staying in one of the Land of The Loon Resort cabins soaking in Northern Saskatchewan life. I got one of those funguses that grow on tree trunks that looks like a shelf. The Dene burn it for a smudge, so I am drying it out on the car dashboard for future use! :D
While I was up there I didn't smoke ANY tobacco OR marijuana. It was really nice to get a break from pot, I was surprised how little I even thought about it. Sometimes when I can't have any for a while I get really antsy and anxious. But I was okay. And the no smoking has been going on for quite a while actually. I started patches and lozenges again nearly three weeks ago and did have a couple puffs off of pipe tobacco cigarettes (grody!) every morning for the first week just to get me going, but now the first thing I have in the morning is a nicotine lozenge and the itchy sensation of transdermal nicotine sinking into my shoulder. In three weeks I am going off the patches completely, and then a week after that I am going to switch from nicotine lozenges to altoids.
The other exciting thing that happened was I actually got in the drivers seat and drove twice while I was up north. I drove my mom and I from our cabin to the store at Christopher Lake. And then when we came back from PA from a shopping trip I drove into the site from the highway, dodging the worst holes in the worst 10 km of roadway I have ever seen! For those who don't know, I have never passed my drivers test. I only ever took it three times, back when I was 16 and 17. And then I just kind of gave up. No one liked driving with me so I hardly ever got practice, except for my six hours with the driver's ed instructor. But since then I have matured and mom got on anti-anxiety medication, so it's actually worked out pretty good. Anyway, I am 33 now and still don't have a driver's license, just a learners. But after driving up there, I have decided I am seriously going to practice a lot and take my test before November 11. Because there won't be snow on the ground and also just because remembrance day was the first date in november that popped into my head. I should have picked Guy Fawkes day instead or something though, Novembrance Day as a deadline for my road test is kind of silly.
Having a driver's license would be a HUGE change for me, and would give me a lot more freedom and independence, especially in Saskatoon, a sprawling north american prairie city where you pretty much have to have a car to do anything beyond the bus routes. Our public transportation system is pretty sad. Buses only go until 12:15am, and 9:15pm on Sundays, even worse!
I am not ready to say goodbye to pot, it's been a long time friend and I still like it. I think the only reason I want to quit it is for other people, and I think that's the wrong reason. I should quit because I want to quit, and not because other people think I should quit. I think I need to be more responsible with it, but cutting it out of my life entirely seems harsh.
But the lack of tobacco in my life has been really sweet. Food tastes better, my fingers aren't yellow, I don't smell, my cough has mostly gone away, I have less phlegm in my throat, I'm not spending beaucoup de money on something I burn away, well, except for pot. It's good. And for some reason using the patch and the lozenge has really been working well for me this time around. I can only think of one difference.
The lozenges now also come in mini lozenges. This might not sound like a big difference, but now I get 4mg of nicotine in ten minutes, instead of the 35-45 minutes it took the big 4mg lozenges to dissolve. And because they dissolve so fast, I can use a more reasonable amount of them throughout the day because my mouth can't eat or drink caffinated drinks while I am sucking on a lozenge and it just takes too much of my time.
I don't have cravings for cigarettes anymore, I know it will be weird when I am around my smoking friends, so far I have stayed inside when they go outside to smoke and that helps. I know it will be a trigger to be around someone who could potentially give me a cigarette, but I am really REALLY resolved not to ask for one. And being clean of cigarettes for so long is something I really want to maintain, just because the first three days are so hard.
I don't miss smoking. When I want to breathe smoke I can just have a joint, and besides, breathing smoke is kind of creepy. I remember when I went to the Body Worlds exhibit, the fact that I could tell which people were smokers in their lives really freaked me out. BLACK LUNGS! No trace of pink, just black black black.
And I was tired of being anxious every time I heard a breakthrough cancer treatment was YEARS down the road still, just in case my smoking would finally trigger all that bad stuff it does and I would need that breakthrough cancer treatment and it wouldn't be available for me.
So anyway. Things are finally shifting in my life. I feel relieved that this quit has been smoother and easier, I am excited about practicing and becoming a better, competent driver and getting a piece of paper that says I am legally allowed to drive without anyone else in the car, just me and Mister or me alone or me and a friend or three. And I wrote down some other goals too while I was up north. I am going to write my whole Mars webseries, get my business off the ground, try to get a grant to go to Germany and make a video (but I have to think of a project still! Eeek!), and something else. I wrote it down anyway, so I haven't totally forgotten, or if I have I will soon be reminded. I also wrote down deadlines for each goal, and steps to take to make each one happen.
I lost four sizes in the last year. FOUR SIZES!!!! That's what having a rotten gallbladder will do for you! I hardly eat fat anymore, and I have way less soda, and I have also got a job where I walk for at least six hours a week. So I am way more physically fit, although I am still technically plus sized. I'd be happy to stay at a size fourteen for a while, I like that I still have a roundness to my tummy and cushy boobs and a bigger bum. I don't think I want to be a size twelve.
My pants were all way too big for me. Only one of them fit, so I went to the Old Navy 17 dollar jeans sale and got three pairs of jeans. Which is pretty much the only kind of pants I wear. I'm glad this time I have not lost weight due to mania, because A: that kind of weight loss is way too fast and comes back pretty quick, and losing and gaining in a short space of time isn't very healthy, and B: Mania sucks and psychosis has ruined my life twice and I'd rather it didn't happen again.
I am giving up looking for a girlfriend right now. I don't think there is anyone suitable in Saskatoon, or if there is I don't know it yet. I'd really like to be with someone, but it's not happening and I don't feel like going hunting in the two gay bars here. That was something I was more into in my early 20's. And my mom is right anyway, you shouldn't marry anyone you meet in a bar. Besides, I am weird, I need someone who wants a weirdo. And I dunno, I don't get the feeling the lesbians are clamouring after me here, there are a whole bunch of strikes against me. Or it feels that way. I need a certain something that isn't here. And I don't even have a good dating history in Saskatoon for people to get references from as to my abilities of a girlfriend. I only have one ex who lives here. And she doesn't know any of my friends or social circle, so no one can ask her what I am like. And I don't think she would give a good answer either. If I had to get a girlfriend reference from any of my exes, I think I would pick Amber Dawn, I was with her the longest, except for Ivana, but she lived in Toronto, so it was different. But Amber Dawn lives in Vancouver.
I feel like I am moving into a new phase of my life. I'm really not sure what is going to happen to me, but except for my money troubles, things are going really positively for me. I wish I had more financial security, like a guaranteed income, but I am starting a business and that does poke along the first year in stops and starts. My big flaw is that I am still learning how to do sales calls, and I feel really awkward about trying to chase down some clients. This next week I am going to work on my website and get it more ship shape. I am also going to create my reel to upload, which I really think I need if I want to prove to people that I can edit.
I am going to Saskatoon Tribal Council on Tuesday to see if they can pay for me to have some driving lessons with a professional instructor before my exam. And I have resolved to practice way way more often. I'm nervous about being in traffic, so far I have driven with not much traffic around, but I will work up to it.
I don't know what else to say today. My trip was great. Caring for my grandparents the whole time was intense though. And worrying about my grandma's back.
We went canoeing, which was also fun and something I hadn't done in years and years. I accidentally dumped my mum out though when we hit land. Her shoes are still wet!
Friday, September 02, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
If I could give advice to myself
If I could give myself advice 10 years ago, it would be this:
Get Airmiles and get your prescriptions at the Safeway Pharmacy. You will see so many movies for free this way!
Don't feel so embarrassed by what you are going to do in the next few years, because mania is part of an illness and it is what it is and does what it does to most of the people who have it in a very similar way. Lots of people end up thinking they are some kind of messiah and it's just a different kind of symptom than most physical illnesses.
Maintain good boundaries and don't get caught up in drama other people stir up. It makes you look better.
Don't accept being bullied because that is not acceptable.
Don't be afraid to fall in love, and don't be afraid to be alone, because you mostly will be alone anyway.
Don't forget to go out and do things on your own because independence is a good thing no matter what people say about women on their own.
Don't feel like you have to ride a motorcycle and eat beef ribs and never get fucked back to be a proper butch. That's just silly, no one gets to make any rules about what butch is.
Do love your friends and spend at least some time daydreaming about crushes, because that is fun and will make the rest of your mid twenties to mid thirties bearable!
Keep trying Velveeta's number because sometimes she is not paranoid of collectors and will pick up the phone and then you can hear her great laugh that makes rooms of people laugh it is so funny!
Don't hold grudges unless someone was consistently an asshole to you and doesn't deserve another chance.
Be prepared to cry lots and lots and then not cry for four years and then being able only to cry once in a very long while when fictitious elves die.
Start entering any contest you find and looking online for printable coupons. You will not regret it, it's even better than the lottery.
Buy lottery tickets for the moment of hope, but don't expect to be able to quit your job anytime soon. And make sure to sign your ticket ALWAYS!
Nurture your friendships.
Visit your grandparents as much as you can.
Don't be so depressed when you move back to Saskatoon. It is not actually that bad of a place to live.
Get counseling about your experience in the psych ward in Montreal.
That time you quit smoking for six months because you were kissing someone cute, keep not smoking!!!!
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Well that is what I would say. I have started taking these tiny nicorette mint lozenges that only take about 12 to 15 minutes to melt away and it's a LOT better. I have them every couple of hours when I am really having a nic fit. And it's redirected my focus. They are kind of like altoids. I did have a couple puffs of pipe tobacco in a blue zig zag this morning, but I got grossed out and put it out. I haven't had any since. I have mostly not smoked, except for in the mornings right when I wake up. Mornings are tricky for me. I wake up and the first thing I naturally think is "YAY! I get to go have a cigarette!" Seriously, exactly that wording too! And so while I am sleeping I am not conciously thinking about my quit and so I forget about it and wake up and am still all "YAY! I get to go have a cigarette!" And it's kind of a downer to think "NO YOU DON'T!" right after so early in the morning.
Oh, I have to tell you about my big score! My Christian Lacroix airplane bracelet came in the mail today from OutTV, and so did my 2 admissions 2 drinks 1 popcorn voucher from Airmiles, and then I googled Nicorette Patch Printable Coupon and got a coupon for 5 dollars off! That's so much betterer! More better! From now on it's all Airmiles, Contests, and Coupons! To hell with grant writing, this is more instant gratification!
Although to be serious, I am applying for funds soon again, like within the next six months, and it could be in a few weeks and it could be later. But I am going to actually try my luck with APTN. The Industry! OMG! I hope I don't get chewed up by the Industry and spit out on a black list when Harper tries to take over the arts to crush our spirits!
Jack Layton died this morning. It was the first thing I heard and made me feel sort of alone. Like, what! Noooo! But I knew it was going to happen, his last public appearance he looked like a skeleton. Poor guy. Cancer sucks! What will happen to us now?
Get Airmiles and get your prescriptions at the Safeway Pharmacy. You will see so many movies for free this way!
Don't feel so embarrassed by what you are going to do in the next few years, because mania is part of an illness and it is what it is and does what it does to most of the people who have it in a very similar way. Lots of people end up thinking they are some kind of messiah and it's just a different kind of symptom than most physical illnesses.
Maintain good boundaries and don't get caught up in drama other people stir up. It makes you look better.
Don't accept being bullied because that is not acceptable.
Don't be afraid to fall in love, and don't be afraid to be alone, because you mostly will be alone anyway.
Don't forget to go out and do things on your own because independence is a good thing no matter what people say about women on their own.
Don't feel like you have to ride a motorcycle and eat beef ribs and never get fucked back to be a proper butch. That's just silly, no one gets to make any rules about what butch is.
Do love your friends and spend at least some time daydreaming about crushes, because that is fun and will make the rest of your mid twenties to mid thirties bearable!
Keep trying Velveeta's number because sometimes she is not paranoid of collectors and will pick up the phone and then you can hear her great laugh that makes rooms of people laugh it is so funny!
Don't hold grudges unless someone was consistently an asshole to you and doesn't deserve another chance.
Be prepared to cry lots and lots and then not cry for four years and then being able only to cry once in a very long while when fictitious elves die.
Start entering any contest you find and looking online for printable coupons. You will not regret it, it's even better than the lottery.
Buy lottery tickets for the moment of hope, but don't expect to be able to quit your job anytime soon. And make sure to sign your ticket ALWAYS!
Nurture your friendships.
Visit your grandparents as much as you can.
Don't be so depressed when you move back to Saskatoon. It is not actually that bad of a place to live.
Get counseling about your experience in the psych ward in Montreal.
That time you quit smoking for six months because you were kissing someone cute, keep not smoking!!!!
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Well that is what I would say. I have started taking these tiny nicorette mint lozenges that only take about 12 to 15 minutes to melt away and it's a LOT better. I have them every couple of hours when I am really having a nic fit. And it's redirected my focus. They are kind of like altoids. I did have a couple puffs of pipe tobacco in a blue zig zag this morning, but I got grossed out and put it out. I haven't had any since. I have mostly not smoked, except for in the mornings right when I wake up. Mornings are tricky for me. I wake up and the first thing I naturally think is "YAY! I get to go have a cigarette!" Seriously, exactly that wording too! And so while I am sleeping I am not conciously thinking about my quit and so I forget about it and wake up and am still all "YAY! I get to go have a cigarette!" And it's kind of a downer to think "NO YOU DON'T!" right after so early in the morning.
Oh, I have to tell you about my big score! My Christian Lacroix airplane bracelet came in the mail today from OutTV, and so did my 2 admissions 2 drinks 1 popcorn voucher from Airmiles, and then I googled Nicorette Patch Printable Coupon and got a coupon for 5 dollars off! That's so much betterer! More better! From now on it's all Airmiles, Contests, and Coupons! To hell with grant writing, this is more instant gratification!
Although to be serious, I am applying for funds soon again, like within the next six months, and it could be in a few weeks and it could be later. But I am going to actually try my luck with APTN. The Industry! OMG! I hope I don't get chewed up by the Industry and spit out on a black list when Harper tries to take over the arts to crush our spirits!
Jack Layton died this morning. It was the first thing I heard and made me feel sort of alone. Like, what! Noooo! But I knew it was going to happen, his last public appearance he looked like a skeleton. Poor guy. Cancer sucks! What will happen to us now?
Monday, August 15, 2011
Demoralized!
So I guess I should recap, which is that I didn't get my grant. I am applying for a job everyday and just waiting to be called back for an interview. I am also exploring a different idea of what to do with my Mars video. I am going to make a web series out of it, which means I am applying for totally different funds. More Industry funds, which is scary because me and the Industry have a rocky relationship. I think I shocked a few people back in the day, when to be a Thirza was shocking. I don't think I shock anyone now. Is that good or bad? Maybe I have lost my edge.
It's a bummer. Oh well, so the Canada Council doesn't want to fund me. And because it's the second time I've applied with that project, I can't apply again. Which is a major bummer! UGH!
I don't get it. I don't understand funding decisions. Sometimes I think total crap decisions get made.
It's like playing the lottery really. Which I also do.
I won a free play on my Lotto Max ticket and the next jackpot is 40 million dollars! Maybe I will win! Then I never have to network with the right people to get a Canada Council grant!
Oh god I sound bitter. Well, looking for work sucks. I don't like it. It's really demoralizing. And writing grants and not getting them is demoralizing too.
So I am applying for some development money to pay a little bit of living so I can buy a computer that isn't from 2003. Why it's almost as old as I have been a diagnosed manic depressive!!! I should also really apply for a loan for my business. Try try try!
But I do need something to live on. It would be nice to get a contract and do some editing work for somebody. Then I would feel like it was worth the trouble to incorporate. Yeah, that's a real good ad for my services.
(But seriously, if you want me to edit for you get in touch, I do good work!)
I did apply for one job that was 20 dollars an hour and had a P.O. Box instead of an email or street address. It was all a bit mysterious. I actually put paper inside of an envelope and put a stamp on it and walked to the mailbox near the four way stop and put it in. It was almost quaint. I thought how exciting it was, because of course now everything is instant. I guess they don't want to be pestered by follow up phone calls and emails. Which I am told, according to all the job hunting websites, I am supposed to do. But I feel like a pest, I mean, what do you say really?? I don't want to be a bug.
I dropped by the school to drop of copies of receipts and get a cheque and one of the people who works there gave me a bit of a pep talk about getting my business off the ground. She said "My tax dollars didn't pay for you to be employed!" Meaning not self employed. It's true, I really need to put more work into it. I know there must be someone who needs editing done or can make a deal with me for some cash in exchange for video services.
Some of the jobs I applied for sound exciting, in weird ways. I am avoiding call centre jobs, although I don't mind answering the phone for people in an office. I just know I am a shitty employee but a marvelous worker when it comes to call centre jobs. I do it really well but I don't want to do it. So my absenteeism goes up when I am working those jobs. It's because people are mean to call centre employees. People are assholes actually!
And I am tired of assholes, I already have one.
See, if I was nineteen again maybe I would insert a paragraph here about anal sex or anal fisting more likely, but I am not nineteen anymore so you will have to suck it up buttercup!
I've had a weird few days. Week or so really. I am super emotional these days but it's okay. I am fine, just having emotions and not really being used to them because I didn't have them for so long. It's kind of crazy, because I have a mood disorder, and so I don't trust my moods. I'm really suspicious of them and I am happier but not necessarily healthier when I don't have emotions for a really long time. Maybe happy is the wrong word. I don't know. I am more carefree when I am not suffering from emotional responses to external situations. But it's a little bit cold and makes people feel weird. Someone wanted me to cry with them once and I couldn't cry, it was awkward.
I am a robot!
A meaty robot.
So life is all about adapting to weird situations. I actually did increase my job search to all of Canada, but then my Mom told me I couldn't just leave her so I went back to just looking in Saskatoon.
It's a bummer. Oh well, so the Canada Council doesn't want to fund me. And because it's the second time I've applied with that project, I can't apply again. Which is a major bummer! UGH!
I don't get it. I don't understand funding decisions. Sometimes I think total crap decisions get made.
It's like playing the lottery really. Which I also do.
I won a free play on my Lotto Max ticket and the next jackpot is 40 million dollars! Maybe I will win! Then I never have to network with the right people to get a Canada Council grant!
Oh god I sound bitter. Well, looking for work sucks. I don't like it. It's really demoralizing. And writing grants and not getting them is demoralizing too.
So I am applying for some development money to pay a little bit of living so I can buy a computer that isn't from 2003. Why it's almost as old as I have been a diagnosed manic depressive!!! I should also really apply for a loan for my business. Try try try!
But I do need something to live on. It would be nice to get a contract and do some editing work for somebody. Then I would feel like it was worth the trouble to incorporate. Yeah, that's a real good ad for my services.
(But seriously, if you want me to edit for you get in touch, I do good work!)
I did apply for one job that was 20 dollars an hour and had a P.O. Box instead of an email or street address. It was all a bit mysterious. I actually put paper inside of an envelope and put a stamp on it and walked to the mailbox near the four way stop and put it in. It was almost quaint. I thought how exciting it was, because of course now everything is instant. I guess they don't want to be pestered by follow up phone calls and emails. Which I am told, according to all the job hunting websites, I am supposed to do. But I feel like a pest, I mean, what do you say really?? I don't want to be a bug.
I dropped by the school to drop of copies of receipts and get a cheque and one of the people who works there gave me a bit of a pep talk about getting my business off the ground. She said "My tax dollars didn't pay for you to be employed!" Meaning not self employed. It's true, I really need to put more work into it. I know there must be someone who needs editing done or can make a deal with me for some cash in exchange for video services.
Some of the jobs I applied for sound exciting, in weird ways. I am avoiding call centre jobs, although I don't mind answering the phone for people in an office. I just know I am a shitty employee but a marvelous worker when it comes to call centre jobs. I do it really well but I don't want to do it. So my absenteeism goes up when I am working those jobs. It's because people are mean to call centre employees. People are assholes actually!
And I am tired of assholes, I already have one.
See, if I was nineteen again maybe I would insert a paragraph here about anal sex or anal fisting more likely, but I am not nineteen anymore so you will have to suck it up buttercup!
I've had a weird few days. Week or so really. I am super emotional these days but it's okay. I am fine, just having emotions and not really being used to them because I didn't have them for so long. It's kind of crazy, because I have a mood disorder, and so I don't trust my moods. I'm really suspicious of them and I am happier but not necessarily healthier when I don't have emotions for a really long time. Maybe happy is the wrong word. I don't know. I am more carefree when I am not suffering from emotional responses to external situations. But it's a little bit cold and makes people feel weird. Someone wanted me to cry with them once and I couldn't cry, it was awkward.
I am a robot!
A meaty robot.
So life is all about adapting to weird situations. I actually did increase my job search to all of Canada, but then my Mom told me I couldn't just leave her so I went back to just looking in Saskatoon.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Such horrible news!
No, I still haven't heard about my grant. What horrible news I am talking about is the massacre of the uncontacted tribe in the Amazon by drug traffickers from Peru. Such a sickening thing to hear about. And even if the tribe did manage to hide or flee, they have had contact with those people and have therefore suddenly been exposed to viruses they don't have immunity for.
It pisses me off. I fucking hate genocide, and all because of drugs. So fucked up! Why? Ugh! I have done coke in the past, but I am never touching it again because for all I know these genocidal murderers have been implicated in it. BAH!
I never much liked cocaine anyway. It always seemed like a stupid drug, all it did was keep me from being able to sleep. Who needs that? I like sleep!
On to other things:
I have decided to start shooting for my video, even though I don't have my grant yet. I kind of have to, this annual carnival called the Exhibition is in town and it features heavily in the beginning of Mars: The Maiden Voyage. And I am finishing shooting in January, should I get funding, and I want to have the video done by July, and the Ex won't come back again until next August. So here I go! I'm excited, it should be fun, and we will have a car to go put the equipment in while we take a shooting break to go on some rides. I am doing green screen to put the actors in later, and it will be the first time I've done that in a video I've intended to distribute.
I didn't hear about my grant today. I already mentioned that. Well I called the Canada Council to inquire about when the results are coming out and they told me they were just finishing admin stuff and the results would be out "shortly." What does that mean? A week? Three days? I don't know. So after I got off the phone I was kind of like "Gee, that is highly vague!" And then I was frustrated again. But there is nothing to do but wait!
I'm excited about going out shooting video! YAY! VIDEO! I love video. It is my favorite thing in the world, I am going to marry it. I haven't done any serious shooting with a purpose for my own career since You Are A Lesbian Vampire. I used to be so prolific. Now I am just, I dunno. I did do some work that is currently invisible to the public, like writing Bunnyhug and half my Mars script. Writing scripts seems so invisible. Like, who is going to see them really? I always used to give copies of Bunnyhug on PDF to close friends and none of them ever said anything to me about it again. I have absolutely no feedback on it, it is kind of weird! It makes me miss being in school where everyone had an opinion on my art in progress. Crits are actually pretty great.
It's been a strange life. Such a strange life! Oh well. It is my life.
bell hooks had this thing about the X class, an intellectual/artistic group of highly educated people who are also extremely poor. It really resonated with me. Van Gogh would have been X class. He was always asking his brother Theodore for money to keep making his art. We read some of those letters in art school. He was so broke while he was alive. I think every artist has a fear of being Van Gogh. Brilliant but totally disregarded until after death. Other people making a profit out of the passion that just cost you money your whole life. And totally mad of course. You have to flirt at least once with madness if you are a creative genius.
Actually some artists get really pissed off if you point out that there is a higher incidence of mental health issues (especially bipolar disorder) among artists than the general population. People don't like artistic and crazy mixing up.
When I am manic my art is really weird, I don't really like it after. And when I am depressed I make kind of serious hopeless videos. I like when I make comedy the best. It just makes me feel happy to make people laugh. Touched By Fire by Kay Redfield Jamieson is a really good book about creativity and manic depression. My Dad gave me a copy when I first got diagnosed bipolar. It helped me feel more comfortable with my diagnosis, even though it was so grim, all those creative family trees dotted with suicides.
Anyway, it is late here, and I have to get up and go to work in the morning. I guess I won't get my grant results tomorrow either. God, the suspense is killing me! Ahhhhhhh!
It pisses me off. I fucking hate genocide, and all because of drugs. So fucked up! Why? Ugh! I have done coke in the past, but I am never touching it again because for all I know these genocidal murderers have been implicated in it. BAH!
I never much liked cocaine anyway. It always seemed like a stupid drug, all it did was keep me from being able to sleep. Who needs that? I like sleep!
On to other things:
I have decided to start shooting for my video, even though I don't have my grant yet. I kind of have to, this annual carnival called the Exhibition is in town and it features heavily in the beginning of Mars: The Maiden Voyage. And I am finishing shooting in January, should I get funding, and I want to have the video done by July, and the Ex won't come back again until next August. So here I go! I'm excited, it should be fun, and we will have a car to go put the equipment in while we take a shooting break to go on some rides. I am doing green screen to put the actors in later, and it will be the first time I've done that in a video I've intended to distribute.
I didn't hear about my grant today. I already mentioned that. Well I called the Canada Council to inquire about when the results are coming out and they told me they were just finishing admin stuff and the results would be out "shortly." What does that mean? A week? Three days? I don't know. So after I got off the phone I was kind of like "Gee, that is highly vague!" And then I was frustrated again. But there is nothing to do but wait!
I'm excited about going out shooting video! YAY! VIDEO! I love video. It is my favorite thing in the world, I am going to marry it. I haven't done any serious shooting with a purpose for my own career since You Are A Lesbian Vampire. I used to be so prolific. Now I am just, I dunno. I did do some work that is currently invisible to the public, like writing Bunnyhug and half my Mars script. Writing scripts seems so invisible. Like, who is going to see them really? I always used to give copies of Bunnyhug on PDF to close friends and none of them ever said anything to me about it again. I have absolutely no feedback on it, it is kind of weird! It makes me miss being in school where everyone had an opinion on my art in progress. Crits are actually pretty great.
It's been a strange life. Such a strange life! Oh well. It is my life.
bell hooks had this thing about the X class, an intellectual/artistic group of highly educated people who are also extremely poor. It really resonated with me. Van Gogh would have been X class. He was always asking his brother Theodore for money to keep making his art. We read some of those letters in art school. He was so broke while he was alive. I think every artist has a fear of being Van Gogh. Brilliant but totally disregarded until after death. Other people making a profit out of the passion that just cost you money your whole life. And totally mad of course. You have to flirt at least once with madness if you are a creative genius.
Actually some artists get really pissed off if you point out that there is a higher incidence of mental health issues (especially bipolar disorder) among artists than the general population. People don't like artistic and crazy mixing up.
When I am manic my art is really weird, I don't really like it after. And when I am depressed I make kind of serious hopeless videos. I like when I make comedy the best. It just makes me feel happy to make people laugh. Touched By Fire by Kay Redfield Jamieson is a really good book about creativity and manic depression. My Dad gave me a copy when I first got diagnosed bipolar. It helped me feel more comfortable with my diagnosis, even though it was so grim, all those creative family trees dotted with suicides.
Anyway, it is late here, and I have to get up and go to work in the morning. I guess I won't get my grant results tomorrow either. God, the suspense is killing me! Ahhhhhhh!
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Sometimes I want to be beautiful
It's Sunday, and tomorrow is the day I made a bet with my mother that my grant results would come. I really hope they do. I am ready to make a big video. I want to work on art. I want to make something so beautiful people will fall in love with me and not be able to help themselves. Like the end of the book Perfume where he finally uses his magic beautiful girl perfume and everyone thinks he is the most beautiful person in the world and eat him. Although I don't want to be eaten.
Maybe eaten out!
It's been an alright weekend, I went to bed at 9 on Friday night because I was still pretty exhausted from this flu I have had for over a week. My nose has been runny, I started out with a sore throat, and coughing set in a couple of days into it and hasn't abated. For all of my long weekend I was in bed or on the couch just feverish and sleeping and sleeping and waking up to cough and blow my nose. UGH! I actually don't get sick very often, but when I do it gets pretty serious! And then there was the week and then this weekend this stupid flu was still hanging on! I'm glad it's more or less over now, just a little coughing and blowing my nose once in a while, not every five seconds. Last night I worked on my company's website with my web designer, and that was fun! I haven't had such a productive Saturday night in a really long time!
But yeah, it is nearing the end of summer and I haven't gone camping at all, which really makes me sad because I want to go to a lake, and I am so desperately poor. I get paid from my needle job on Wednesday, but it won't be even 200 bucks because I am so part time. Soo, I will probably be able to pay for some smokes, but that's about it, I need to give mum some of it for the rent, because I am so late paying that. It's really been waiting to see if I get my grant. I feel foolish being so dependent on what a jury has decided my future will be. I have already been turned down from the regular media arts grant for this project, and I hope there won't be a repeat of that in the aboriginal media arts category. But I don't really know. And then I am worried maybe people will think the project is too commercial, that I should apply for telefilm money, which I can't apply for anyway because I haven't made a feature. But you can't make a feature until you get telefilm money. UGH! I am thinking of making Bunnyhug with a cast of unknowns on a 60,000 grant from Canada Council, just so I can say I have made a feature. It wouldn't be that hard, there are no special effects, the only tough part would be the invertebrate zoo scene and getting a bunch of invertebrates for the set. Where would I find a live octopus? These are the questions I must answer.
I am really happy these days. And I don't know why. Since getting turned down for future shenanigans by Cutie I thought I would be sadder, but I am actually doing pretty good. I haven't had a supply of marijuana fueling me these last few days. I wonder if that is it? It's kind of weird, because I smoke pot to feel happy since often I feel sad, but I haven't smoked any except for, uh, well two bowls in the last 28 hours. But none today. And none for three days before then. I just have no money to buy more. And I don't feel that desperate need where I go all around the house looking through all my pockets repeatedly looking for a roach. It's really nice!
I hope I don't get rejected by Canada Council tomorrow and get all depressed and despondent. That would suck, and I would be scrambling to try and solve my financial crisis. Which means getting a job, and I have had shitty luck getting interviews. I haven't been called back by Saskatchewan Research Council for their Interactive Communications Specialist position, which troubles me, because I thought I would be AWESOME for that position, even if I did get my grant. And they were looking for someone disabled to fill their quota, and of course I acknowledged I was disabled on the application. I also checked the aboriginal box, but I am not sure if that is wise or not. I don't know, people won't give me a chance it seems, which is why opening my own business seemed to be the most sensible thing to do. But not being able to get a loan really screwed me up.
I am tired of being so poor. Even my friends are tired of me being poor. The three people I spend time with most all make well over 30,000 a year and this year I will be lucky if I made even 12,000. It sucks! And I want to do the fun things they want to do but often I have a budget of 20 bucks for an evening of fun and they have at least 60 bucks to spend and I feel really shitty and unhappy about it. And they will want to go out and I won't be able to afford anything besides cover and one drink. Depressing! I want to be able to pay my way, and it is really frustrating that I often have to stay at home.
That was one thing I really liked about Berlin, it didn't cost that much to go out and have a bunch of drinks. Here drinks out are so expensive, about 6 or 7 bucks for a drink now. BLAHHHH!
Total rip off. It makes more sense to drink at home but friends who make over 30,000 a year tend to want to go out where the nightlife is happening.
Well whatever. My Mom is leaving for Wisconsin for 12 days soon and I am going to have a few hot tub parties and then I can drink at home and be fine! Ha! If I have money. Sigh.
Money is terrible.
I really do wish I was so beautiful people fell all over themselves when I walked into the room. Oh well. I guess I am cute. To certain people. People who appreciate butch women. And that is the other thing about trying to get work, people don't like hiring butch women. Maybe I will dress super femme next time I get an interview, a dress and make up and everything! Where would I get a dress?
I'm getting really skinny. I mean, I still have a round tummy, but none of my pants fit anymore. They all keep falling down my ass, and my butt doesn't look so nice because it isn't as big either and now my pants are all baggy back there. And my bra is getting baggy. I am losing my boobs and butt! OH NOES!
Maybe eaten out!
It's been an alright weekend, I went to bed at 9 on Friday night because I was still pretty exhausted from this flu I have had for over a week. My nose has been runny, I started out with a sore throat, and coughing set in a couple of days into it and hasn't abated. For all of my long weekend I was in bed or on the couch just feverish and sleeping and sleeping and waking up to cough and blow my nose. UGH! I actually don't get sick very often, but when I do it gets pretty serious! And then there was the week and then this weekend this stupid flu was still hanging on! I'm glad it's more or less over now, just a little coughing and blowing my nose once in a while, not every five seconds. Last night I worked on my company's website with my web designer, and that was fun! I haven't had such a productive Saturday night in a really long time!
But yeah, it is nearing the end of summer and I haven't gone camping at all, which really makes me sad because I want to go to a lake, and I am so desperately poor. I get paid from my needle job on Wednesday, but it won't be even 200 bucks because I am so part time. Soo, I will probably be able to pay for some smokes, but that's about it, I need to give mum some of it for the rent, because I am so late paying that. It's really been waiting to see if I get my grant. I feel foolish being so dependent on what a jury has decided my future will be. I have already been turned down from the regular media arts grant for this project, and I hope there won't be a repeat of that in the aboriginal media arts category. But I don't really know. And then I am worried maybe people will think the project is too commercial, that I should apply for telefilm money, which I can't apply for anyway because I haven't made a feature. But you can't make a feature until you get telefilm money. UGH! I am thinking of making Bunnyhug with a cast of unknowns on a 60,000 grant from Canada Council, just so I can say I have made a feature. It wouldn't be that hard, there are no special effects, the only tough part would be the invertebrate zoo scene and getting a bunch of invertebrates for the set. Where would I find a live octopus? These are the questions I must answer.
I am really happy these days. And I don't know why. Since getting turned down for future shenanigans by Cutie I thought I would be sadder, but I am actually doing pretty good. I haven't had a supply of marijuana fueling me these last few days. I wonder if that is it? It's kind of weird, because I smoke pot to feel happy since often I feel sad, but I haven't smoked any except for, uh, well two bowls in the last 28 hours. But none today. And none for three days before then. I just have no money to buy more. And I don't feel that desperate need where I go all around the house looking through all my pockets repeatedly looking for a roach. It's really nice!
I hope I don't get rejected by Canada Council tomorrow and get all depressed and despondent. That would suck, and I would be scrambling to try and solve my financial crisis. Which means getting a job, and I have had shitty luck getting interviews. I haven't been called back by Saskatchewan Research Council for their Interactive Communications Specialist position, which troubles me, because I thought I would be AWESOME for that position, even if I did get my grant. And they were looking for someone disabled to fill their quota, and of course I acknowledged I was disabled on the application. I also checked the aboriginal box, but I am not sure if that is wise or not. I don't know, people won't give me a chance it seems, which is why opening my own business seemed to be the most sensible thing to do. But not being able to get a loan really screwed me up.
I am tired of being so poor. Even my friends are tired of me being poor. The three people I spend time with most all make well over 30,000 a year and this year I will be lucky if I made even 12,000. It sucks! And I want to do the fun things they want to do but often I have a budget of 20 bucks for an evening of fun and they have at least 60 bucks to spend and I feel really shitty and unhappy about it. And they will want to go out and I won't be able to afford anything besides cover and one drink. Depressing! I want to be able to pay my way, and it is really frustrating that I often have to stay at home.
That was one thing I really liked about Berlin, it didn't cost that much to go out and have a bunch of drinks. Here drinks out are so expensive, about 6 or 7 bucks for a drink now. BLAHHHH!
Total rip off. It makes more sense to drink at home but friends who make over 30,000 a year tend to want to go out where the nightlife is happening.
Well whatever. My Mom is leaving for Wisconsin for 12 days soon and I am going to have a few hot tub parties and then I can drink at home and be fine! Ha! If I have money. Sigh.
Money is terrible.
I really do wish I was so beautiful people fell all over themselves when I walked into the room. Oh well. I guess I am cute. To certain people. People who appreciate butch women. And that is the other thing about trying to get work, people don't like hiring butch women. Maybe I will dress super femme next time I get an interview, a dress and make up and everything! Where would I get a dress?
I'm getting really skinny. I mean, I still have a round tummy, but none of my pants fit anymore. They all keep falling down my ass, and my butt doesn't look so nice because it isn't as big either and now my pants are all baggy back there. And my bra is getting baggy. I am losing my boobs and butt! OH NOES!
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Being a video artist in Saskatoon is like making drawings for the blind!
School is officially OVER! Now I have been flung into the cold cruel world of next to no income and trying to figure out a way to get my business running. I still have no equipment, but if I got a big enough contract I am sure I could get some. So it is pretty frustrating. I am picking up used needles in the core neighborhood until the snow flies, so that is giving me a very modest income, not even enough for my rent which went up over 50% this month, from 400 to 612 or something like that. Obviously I haven't been able to pay it yet, which makes me feel depressed. It includes utilities, so at least I don't have to pay that. But whew, pricey! The good news is I am moving out of the basement and into where the computer room currently is, with south facing big windows and plenty of space.
I am still waiting to hear about my grant, it seems to take SO LONG to find out! I know, I know, there is a whole process to it and it can't be rushed. But the Exhibition is happening SOON and I need to do some shooting there for my project. I have decided to get shots and then green screen my actors in, since I can't possibly cast and make costumes in just a few days. Hopefully it works, I can only hope! I haven't done green screen since I was in film school, and even then it was only for an assignment and not for something I actually cared about. I understand how to do it, I just need a really good screen and even lighting. A light meter will help, even though it is just for video.
I got turned down in the nicest way possible by someone I recently had a fling with, so now I have a friend, which is just as good. I really liked her, but it was never going to work out anyway for various reasons, mostly to do with extreme distance. It's too bad, but she was really nice about it so I appreciate it, and it is better than being lead on, which has also happened to me somewhat recently with someone else. My Susan Miller horoscope promises that some planet or something will be in my house of true love for eight months this next year, so I still might meet someone new. I don't know. We'll see. I don't have much hope though, pickings in Saskatoon are pretty slim.
I have decided to move in a couple of years to Winnipeg. I am getting tired of how few quality jobs there are here for me, and how few people. And the art scene here is pretty bitchy, and at least back in 1999 Winnipeg had a very supportive arts community, with plenty of video art being made, and film. And the cost of living is equivalent to here. At least, that is the impression I have. I don't really know if Winnipeg will be a good home, I have a feeling it will be, but it could be just as difficult to crack the job market as Vancouver or Saskatoon. I am going to try and get a job there before I move though.
I decided on two years because I want to stay here until my Grandparents have passed on, but if they are still alive in two years I am still going to move. I just don't think I can really flourish in Saskatoon. I did so well in Vancouver in terms of my video career, and here I am just not even thought of for art things at all! Nobody cares about queer or first nations video art here. It's depressing, because that's what I do! It's like doing drawings for the blind. There are a couple of queer visual arts things which happen once in a long while, but I am never invited to participate. This town sucks ass in terms of advancing my career.
I have been thinking about moving for ages, but I always thought of Toronto. Now I am thinking Toronto is too far and too big and too expensive. People who move there have a really hard time finding work. And I know I would always be scrabbling and broke and hungry. And I don't want to be hungry again!
So that is what is up with me. I am hoping my video got into ImagineNATIVE and that I can go to Toronto in the fall and see some friends and network and that sort of thing. I haven't been out east in ages. Unless you count me being at the airport on the way to and from Berlin, but I don't count airport stops as actual visits to a city.
I really want to get into making my new video, I should really start making myself sit down and put in at least two hours of writing a day into finishing the script. And I have to do some research. I really need to start reading more about Mars colonization and terraforming and learn the lingo of astronauts. I suppose watching some 2001 A Space Odyssey would help too. Maybe. I have a lot to learn! And I need to start sketching what I want the ship to look like, and what the ufo will look like, and that sort of thing. There are lots of decisions to be made! But anyway, maybe if I sit down and write it will send out good energy for my grant to come through, even though I know the decision on whether or not my project merits funding has already been made.
Mum is also really depending on me getting this grant. We are on tenterhooks just freaking out and getting nervous! She is going on EI and trying to get a two year grant, but she won't know about that until January. So it is SUPER important that I get the grant this year. I really hope I do. I want to sink my teeth into some substantial videomaking!
I am still waiting to hear about my grant, it seems to take SO LONG to find out! I know, I know, there is a whole process to it and it can't be rushed. But the Exhibition is happening SOON and I need to do some shooting there for my project. I have decided to get shots and then green screen my actors in, since I can't possibly cast and make costumes in just a few days. Hopefully it works, I can only hope! I haven't done green screen since I was in film school, and even then it was only for an assignment and not for something I actually cared about. I understand how to do it, I just need a really good screen and even lighting. A light meter will help, even though it is just for video.
I got turned down in the nicest way possible by someone I recently had a fling with, so now I have a friend, which is just as good. I really liked her, but it was never going to work out anyway for various reasons, mostly to do with extreme distance. It's too bad, but she was really nice about it so I appreciate it, and it is better than being lead on, which has also happened to me somewhat recently with someone else. My Susan Miller horoscope promises that some planet or something will be in my house of true love for eight months this next year, so I still might meet someone new. I don't know. We'll see. I don't have much hope though, pickings in Saskatoon are pretty slim.
I have decided to move in a couple of years to Winnipeg. I am getting tired of how few quality jobs there are here for me, and how few people. And the art scene here is pretty bitchy, and at least back in 1999 Winnipeg had a very supportive arts community, with plenty of video art being made, and film. And the cost of living is equivalent to here. At least, that is the impression I have. I don't really know if Winnipeg will be a good home, I have a feeling it will be, but it could be just as difficult to crack the job market as Vancouver or Saskatoon. I am going to try and get a job there before I move though.
I decided on two years because I want to stay here until my Grandparents have passed on, but if they are still alive in two years I am still going to move. I just don't think I can really flourish in Saskatoon. I did so well in Vancouver in terms of my video career, and here I am just not even thought of for art things at all! Nobody cares about queer or first nations video art here. It's depressing, because that's what I do! It's like doing drawings for the blind. There are a couple of queer visual arts things which happen once in a long while, but I am never invited to participate. This town sucks ass in terms of advancing my career.
I have been thinking about moving for ages, but I always thought of Toronto. Now I am thinking Toronto is too far and too big and too expensive. People who move there have a really hard time finding work. And I know I would always be scrabbling and broke and hungry. And I don't want to be hungry again!
So that is what is up with me. I am hoping my video got into ImagineNATIVE and that I can go to Toronto in the fall and see some friends and network and that sort of thing. I haven't been out east in ages. Unless you count me being at the airport on the way to and from Berlin, but I don't count airport stops as actual visits to a city.
I really want to get into making my new video, I should really start making myself sit down and put in at least two hours of writing a day into finishing the script. And I have to do some research. I really need to start reading more about Mars colonization and terraforming and learn the lingo of astronauts. I suppose watching some 2001 A Space Odyssey would help too. Maybe. I have a lot to learn! And I need to start sketching what I want the ship to look like, and what the ufo will look like, and that sort of thing. There are lots of decisions to be made! But anyway, maybe if I sit down and write it will send out good energy for my grant to come through, even though I know the decision on whether or not my project merits funding has already been made.
Mum is also really depending on me getting this grant. We are on tenterhooks just freaking out and getting nervous! She is going on EI and trying to get a two year grant, but she won't know about that until January. So it is SUPER important that I get the grant this year. I really hope I do. I want to sink my teeth into some substantial videomaking!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Writing then getting tired while waiting
My Dad is in town and I got a message many hours ago that he was in a cafe and since then I haven't heard anything from him! WTH? It's not like he could get lost, it is Saskatoon. You just follow the river and you will find somewhere again.
Well anyway. I have to write two pages about the progress of my business. Which hasn't progressed much at all. I did learn some things about my craft, and how to run a business, and how to not run a business. And I do still want it to take off, and I am pretty sure it will, eventually. So I don't know how to make that sound good. I have been keeping my eyeballs peeled on job ads and I just tonight found one that involves my writing and film/videomaking skills. Sooo, I am going to apply for it, and they are particularly looking for people with disabilities, which is a plus. I should find out about my grant around the time they are calling people back for interviews. It would be nice to actually apply my film school training to a job. I think that could make me happy. It would keep my brain active. So that is the immediate future.
I think it would pay decently too, which would be nice. I could use a decent pay cheque. It would be nice to make enough to put a down payment on a house. I really want to own my own place. I will eventually. I just need 300,000 dollars! Canadian! Not even American!
Something is going to happen, something positive. Who knows what it will be. I have to write more. But it ain't gonna happen!
So I guess I will see Dad after 1:30 tomorrow? That's silly. Oh well. Good thing I have all morning to write. I will be extra attentive!
Well anyway. I have to write two pages about the progress of my business. Which hasn't progressed much at all. I did learn some things about my craft, and how to run a business, and how to not run a business. And I do still want it to take off, and I am pretty sure it will, eventually. So I don't know how to make that sound good. I have been keeping my eyeballs peeled on job ads and I just tonight found one that involves my writing and film/videomaking skills. Sooo, I am going to apply for it, and they are particularly looking for people with disabilities, which is a plus. I should find out about my grant around the time they are calling people back for interviews. It would be nice to actually apply my film school training to a job. I think that could make me happy. It would keep my brain active. So that is the immediate future.
I think it would pay decently too, which would be nice. I could use a decent pay cheque. It would be nice to make enough to put a down payment on a house. I really want to own my own place. I will eventually. I just need 300,000 dollars! Canadian! Not even American!
Something is going to happen, something positive. Who knows what it will be. I have to write more. But it ain't gonna happen!
So I guess I will see Dad after 1:30 tomorrow? That's silly. Oh well. Good thing I have all morning to write. I will be extra attentive!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Waiting is terrible!
I am so horribly broke right now. I need to find some receipts and turn them in for some money back. But where did I put them? They are in the house for sure SOMEWHERE! I will find them, I WILL!
Anyway. Oh yeah, and I was supposed to get an artist fee. Where's that? I bet I made 35 bucks!
Which is still more than I have right now.
And I am waiting, totally nervous, for the results of my grant. I am trying to remember how the packaging looks different, or does it? I don't remember! I should take notes on it this time, like if they use a fancy envelope and if they mail my support material back. But it's kind of silly, because by the time you see the Canada Council package, you open it so you know right away.
My Mum calls my art career money Magic Beans. She says to me "Are you counting on Magic Beans again?" The sad part is it's true, they are magic beans! But sometimes I get money to make a big piece of art. And it's really nice. Or I get decent artist fees. But I will never be able to sell a video for a million dollars. At least, no one has offered to pay that much. Matthew Barney sells his videos for megabucks. How does he do it?
Whatever. I really want to make some more art soon. It's good for the soul. I start feeling all clogged up if I don't make art on a regular basis, it's worse than not crying. Ugh, artists block sucks.
I need to make some small videos. About what, I don't know. I have some really nice footage I have been collecting. But I don't know what to do with it. I made something that looked nice, but then I had issues with the software. And anyway, Final Cut Pro is releasing a new version that old files won't work on. Which is kinda cruddy if you ask me.
Alien technology I bet! And it surely won't work on my old computer. I need a new computer. A Macbook.
I just ate the best saskatoon pielette!
Anyway. Oh yeah, and I was supposed to get an artist fee. Where's that? I bet I made 35 bucks!
Which is still more than I have right now.
And I am waiting, totally nervous, for the results of my grant. I am trying to remember how the packaging looks different, or does it? I don't remember! I should take notes on it this time, like if they use a fancy envelope and if they mail my support material back. But it's kind of silly, because by the time you see the Canada Council package, you open it so you know right away.
My Mum calls my art career money Magic Beans. She says to me "Are you counting on Magic Beans again?" The sad part is it's true, they are magic beans! But sometimes I get money to make a big piece of art. And it's really nice. Or I get decent artist fees. But I will never be able to sell a video for a million dollars. At least, no one has offered to pay that much. Matthew Barney sells his videos for megabucks. How does he do it?
Whatever. I really want to make some more art soon. It's good for the soul. I start feeling all clogged up if I don't make art on a regular basis, it's worse than not crying. Ugh, artists block sucks.
I need to make some small videos. About what, I don't know. I have some really nice footage I have been collecting. But I don't know what to do with it. I made something that looked nice, but then I had issues with the software. And anyway, Final Cut Pro is releasing a new version that old files won't work on. Which is kinda cruddy if you ask me.
Alien technology I bet! And it surely won't work on my old computer. I need a new computer. A Macbook.
I just ate the best saskatoon pielette!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Good Times for Thirza in Berlin!
So I had an awesome time in Berlin. People liked the Queer Youth program I curated, and they really liked my videos at my retrospective. I spent time with lots of friends drinking lots of german beer and hanging out at the festival and then going to museums and out for coffees and beers and dinners with all kinds of people I know there. And I didn't misplace my passport and I made my flights home, except for the one from Toronto to Saskatoon. And I was pretty wiped from travelling all day already and nearly burst into tears after missing my flight because of having to pick up my bag at customs and not being able to find where it goes and having to wait in line to drop it off and then the security person went through all my stuff looking for a pocketknife which turned out to be a wrist restraint. I was kind of wondering if that was a good or bad idea to put in there. But the next flight to Saskatoon was only 3 hours later.
I want to go back! There is a place in Hamburg which offered me a residency, and that is fairly close to Berlin. Soooo, I am thinking about it. It might be nice to go there when I have to do all this editing on my next project. Like just work on it here and finish it over there. Hmmmm. I am thinking about it anyway.
I can see why so many Canadians I know keep going to Berlin, it is kind of addictive.
I have lots of stories from there that I am not going to tell on my blog, because they are kind of personal in a way I generally don't share on my blog. But I have some pretty sweet memories now! :D
So what else? KLM food is kinda gross. These other Canadians coming home from Kenya were asking "What does KLM mean? Did they just pick three letters in the alphabet?" They asked the stewardess who said some complicated thing in dutch and then said it meant Royal Dutch Airlines. But the alcoholic drinks are free. I actually didn't drink booze at all on the way home, and I could hardly sleep because those chairs pinch my tailbone fat. I just watched the map showing us flying over the Atlantic ocean. We weren't close enough to Greenland to look at all those glaciers though. I think if I was on the other side of the plane I could have maybe seen part of Iceland.
They have little fridges in Berlin, like what North Americans would call a bar fridge. And they don't have dryers.
It is a little dodgy eating there if you don't know the good places because there seems to be a lot of bad food, not sick making food, just bad blah food. BUT my friends did take me to some good places, and the food at the festival was really good.
I am happy to be home with my Little Mister. I really missed him. But I knew he was okay, because he was still with the other two dogs and Beatrix Kitty and Mum.
I missed the opening night of the last Harry Potter because I was in Germany. I am going to see it tonight! Exciting! Yay! We are seeing it in an AVX Theatre. I have never been in one before. But I got to use only 500 scene points to get my ticket! Yay!
I want to go back! There is a place in Hamburg which offered me a residency, and that is fairly close to Berlin. Soooo, I am thinking about it. It might be nice to go there when I have to do all this editing on my next project. Like just work on it here and finish it over there. Hmmmm. I am thinking about it anyway.
I can see why so many Canadians I know keep going to Berlin, it is kind of addictive.
I have lots of stories from there that I am not going to tell on my blog, because they are kind of personal in a way I generally don't share on my blog. But I have some pretty sweet memories now! :D
So what else? KLM food is kinda gross. These other Canadians coming home from Kenya were asking "What does KLM mean? Did they just pick three letters in the alphabet?" They asked the stewardess who said some complicated thing in dutch and then said it meant Royal Dutch Airlines. But the alcoholic drinks are free. I actually didn't drink booze at all on the way home, and I could hardly sleep because those chairs pinch my tailbone fat. I just watched the map showing us flying over the Atlantic ocean. We weren't close enough to Greenland to look at all those glaciers though. I think if I was on the other side of the plane I could have maybe seen part of Iceland.
They have little fridges in Berlin, like what North Americans would call a bar fridge. And they don't have dryers.
It is a little dodgy eating there if you don't know the good places because there seems to be a lot of bad food, not sick making food, just bad blah food. BUT my friends did take me to some good places, and the food at the festival was really good.
I am happy to be home with my Little Mister. I really missed him. But I knew he was okay, because he was still with the other two dogs and Beatrix Kitty and Mum.
I missed the opening night of the last Harry Potter because I was in Germany. I am going to see it tonight! Exciting! Yay! We are seeing it in an AVX Theatre. I have never been in one before. But I got to use only 500 scene points to get my ticket! Yay!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Queen of the Last Minute
I got my plane ticket, today, and it was only 100 bucks more than I had planned on paying. I was so freaked out, I hate leaving things to the last minute. I am leaving for Berlin next Wednesday for a festival and then my retrospective the next weekend. I am pretty excited, and nervous, and generally wigged out. There are some folks out there I am stoked about seeing and the beer is so cheap. I think that part is a trap. The beer part. They are giant beers too so I can't count them very well since they are bigger than in Canada.
Almost as big as a Fin Du Monde.
I have to get some more stuff ready before I go, but now that I have a plane ticket I feel a lot less anxious. I hate checking fares everyday and watching them climb up and up and up.
I tried to go with Air Canada but it would have been 2500 bucks! WTF? That's like going to Australia!
I am going to Australia in the next year. I am nervous about that too, because if I am going that far for a show I should really spend at least two weeks travelling about down there. And it is a pretty big country. I will probably stick to the southern coast. I want to see penguins in the wild. And Kangaroos. And all the toads.
And I am also worried about getting homesick, and forgetting to take my meds and going slightly manic or depressed. It's a lot to be worried about. But I shouldn't worry. It's all going to be great and I am going to have so much fun. I won't even miss my plane this time. I will be okay. I think I am going to pick up some melatonin for the jet lag and see if it works as well as my shrink says.
My psychiatrist doesn't need to see me very often anymore. Surprisingly the last time I saw her was in February! That's a long time ago! And I didn't really need to see her until now either.
I have to remember to pick up all my prescriptions, including my next pack of period control pills.
It's Canada Day tomorrow and I am drinking a Japanese beer. Shameful. Tomorrow Mom and I are going to Earls and eating and drinking big Hoegardens, which isn't very Canadian either.
I was trying to find someone to hang out with tonight, but I couldn't, so I walked to the liquor store and bought myself three Sapporos. Today was my sisters birthday so we had pizza with Grandma and Grandpa. She is spending the night, which is nice. Especially when she winds down and just wants to lay on the couch. After all the interesting food is gone.
The dogs ate her Marshmallows and because I am a Queen of the Last Minute I wasn't prepared with an alternate present than marshmallows. But I think she doesn't care.
Almost as big as a Fin Du Monde.
I have to get some more stuff ready before I go, but now that I have a plane ticket I feel a lot less anxious. I hate checking fares everyday and watching them climb up and up and up.
I tried to go with Air Canada but it would have been 2500 bucks! WTF? That's like going to Australia!
I am going to Australia in the next year. I am nervous about that too, because if I am going that far for a show I should really spend at least two weeks travelling about down there. And it is a pretty big country. I will probably stick to the southern coast. I want to see penguins in the wild. And Kangaroos. And all the toads.
And I am also worried about getting homesick, and forgetting to take my meds and going slightly manic or depressed. It's a lot to be worried about. But I shouldn't worry. It's all going to be great and I am going to have so much fun. I won't even miss my plane this time. I will be okay. I think I am going to pick up some melatonin for the jet lag and see if it works as well as my shrink says.
My psychiatrist doesn't need to see me very often anymore. Surprisingly the last time I saw her was in February! That's a long time ago! And I didn't really need to see her until now either.
I have to remember to pick up all my prescriptions, including my next pack of period control pills.
It's Canada Day tomorrow and I am drinking a Japanese beer. Shameful. Tomorrow Mom and I are going to Earls and eating and drinking big Hoegardens, which isn't very Canadian either.
I was trying to find someone to hang out with tonight, but I couldn't, so I walked to the liquor store and bought myself three Sapporos. Today was my sisters birthday so we had pizza with Grandma and Grandpa. She is spending the night, which is nice. Especially when she winds down and just wants to lay on the couch. After all the interesting food is gone.
The dogs ate her Marshmallows and because I am a Queen of the Last Minute I wasn't prepared with an alternate present than marshmallows. But I think she doesn't care.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Fly me to Mars, por favor!
The other day this white dude kept talking to someone in a car ahead of us which sat while the light was green. And just when he would start walking away he would come back to the car and open the door to say something else and I got so mad I said "Fucken' White Privilege!" Because it seems to be white men who take up space and impede traffic while they are going about their lives in the world. And by the time the stupid car ahead of us moved the light changed and we had to wait again. Oh I was so mad!
Sometimes I get really really angry and sweary and it always surprises people. I'm not usually confrontational, I just have a low tolerance for bullshit. Especially men's bullshit. I think it's because I am a dyke. I don't hate men, I just hate misogynist men and that sort of thing. Inappropriate behaviours. I don't like inappropriate behaviours from anyone though, not just men. But I am never going to try and impress a man in my life, so I feel like I'm less inclined to let crap slide.
I used to have this great angry mix tape when I was a young punk dyke stomping along the Vancouver streets in the late 90's. It had Red Football on it and Shove and some other great songs to be angry to. I had this plan, and the tape was part of it, that I was going to approach KTel to do a Kubler-Ross type series of getting over a break up mix tapes. There would be the denial album, with songs about one last chance and that sort of thing. Then there would be the angry album, and then the bargaining album, the depression album, and the acceptance album. See, that would have been an awesome set to do, and I know it would have helped millions, or however many people used to buy from KTel anyway. I should really do a break up series of playlists anyway, for future reference. Or just to keep around to burn to cd for friends. Friends having rough times.
I don't know if I still have one more break up to go through before I find, The One!
I might.
I saw this now famous psychic way back in 2007 and a lot of the things she said came true. I found her by googling "psychic police saskatoon" because I wanted a psychic who had worked with the cops before. Not because I have any unsolved crimes I want answers to in my life, but because I thought she would be more accurate. And she was! She doesn't use crystals or tarot cards or palm reading. She sits down with you and just starts talking. She doesn't even ask any questions, and already she knows so much! She does telephone readings too. Her rates have gone up. I want to see her again because I feel like I am without direction a bit, but she is now 150 bucks! And before she was 80!
She didn't tell me about my oncoming manic episode though. She can only tell you what the spirits tell her, and if they don't want to say anything then she can't make them, obviously.
Actually there is this one funny thing I saw when I was psychotic the last time. I was laying in bed with all the lights on with my body going through whatever the hell it goes through with that many crazy chemicals going haywire. And I could see my spirit guides. I assume that's what they were, they just looked like little people kneeling by the bed watching me like I was in the hospital, that's exactly what it felt like. And they were flickering in and out of view, these white people shaped little blobs, flickering flickering. I have always remembered it and felt kind of comforted by it. I kind of think there is a real spiritual component to going crazy just because you are in a precarious dangerous place when it happens and I think the spirits that look out for you in this life, or all lives, stick very close by.
It's weird to be "sick in the head" because all anyone sees is you acting out and they don't see that your dopamine and seratonin and other things are all flooding your neurons. It sucks. Although I do have a cousin who sees auras, and she can tell when a person is actively mentally ill because the part above their head is all different and weird. I forget how she described it. I always thought that was interesting, sometimes I wish other people could see the illness in some way. Other times I am glad it is invisible.
Anyway, at that time I was dating someone and she (my psychic to the stars) foresaw a bad break up (IT WAS! :( ) And then she said I would have another break up and then I would be with the one I would be with for the rest of my life. So I am curious. I had a romantic interest last year with some necking, but I can't say it was a real relationship so therefore I can't have had a break up. So Maybe there is still a break up in the future. ??? See, and this is why I want to see my psychic again, so she can tell me if I am going to be with the next one forever, in which case I should be picky! Ha ha!
I think my Mars video could propel me to be famouser. It has all the makings of a classic! I am going to have to do auditions this fall if I get funding. Hope hope hope hope!
By January I hope to be making a spaceship!!!! Fly me to Mars and get me the hell away from all this craziness!
Sometimes I get really really angry and sweary and it always surprises people. I'm not usually confrontational, I just have a low tolerance for bullshit. Especially men's bullshit. I think it's because I am a dyke. I don't hate men, I just hate misogynist men and that sort of thing. Inappropriate behaviours. I don't like inappropriate behaviours from anyone though, not just men. But I am never going to try and impress a man in my life, so I feel like I'm less inclined to let crap slide.
I used to have this great angry mix tape when I was a young punk dyke stomping along the Vancouver streets in the late 90's. It had Red Football on it and Shove and some other great songs to be angry to. I had this plan, and the tape was part of it, that I was going to approach KTel to do a Kubler-Ross type series of getting over a break up mix tapes. There would be the denial album, with songs about one last chance and that sort of thing. Then there would be the angry album, and then the bargaining album, the depression album, and the acceptance album. See, that would have been an awesome set to do, and I know it would have helped millions, or however many people used to buy from KTel anyway. I should really do a break up series of playlists anyway, for future reference. Or just to keep around to burn to cd for friends. Friends having rough times.
I don't know if I still have one more break up to go through before I find, The One!
I might.
I saw this now famous psychic way back in 2007 and a lot of the things she said came true. I found her by googling "psychic police saskatoon" because I wanted a psychic who had worked with the cops before. Not because I have any unsolved crimes I want answers to in my life, but because I thought she would be more accurate. And she was! She doesn't use crystals or tarot cards or palm reading. She sits down with you and just starts talking. She doesn't even ask any questions, and already she knows so much! She does telephone readings too. Her rates have gone up. I want to see her again because I feel like I am without direction a bit, but she is now 150 bucks! And before she was 80!
She didn't tell me about my oncoming manic episode though. She can only tell you what the spirits tell her, and if they don't want to say anything then she can't make them, obviously.
Actually there is this one funny thing I saw when I was psychotic the last time. I was laying in bed with all the lights on with my body going through whatever the hell it goes through with that many crazy chemicals going haywire. And I could see my spirit guides. I assume that's what they were, they just looked like little people kneeling by the bed watching me like I was in the hospital, that's exactly what it felt like. And they were flickering in and out of view, these white people shaped little blobs, flickering flickering. I have always remembered it and felt kind of comforted by it. I kind of think there is a real spiritual component to going crazy just because you are in a precarious dangerous place when it happens and I think the spirits that look out for you in this life, or all lives, stick very close by.
It's weird to be "sick in the head" because all anyone sees is you acting out and they don't see that your dopamine and seratonin and other things are all flooding your neurons. It sucks. Although I do have a cousin who sees auras, and she can tell when a person is actively mentally ill because the part above their head is all different and weird. I forget how she described it. I always thought that was interesting, sometimes I wish other people could see the illness in some way. Other times I am glad it is invisible.
Anyway, at that time I was dating someone and she (my psychic to the stars) foresaw a bad break up (IT WAS! :( ) And then she said I would have another break up and then I would be with the one I would be with for the rest of my life. So I am curious. I had a romantic interest last year with some necking, but I can't say it was a real relationship so therefore I can't have had a break up. So Maybe there is still a break up in the future. ??? See, and this is why I want to see my psychic again, so she can tell me if I am going to be with the next one forever, in which case I should be picky! Ha ha!
I think my Mars video could propel me to be famouser. It has all the makings of a classic! I am going to have to do auditions this fall if I get funding. Hope hope hope hope!
By January I hope to be making a spaceship!!!! Fly me to Mars and get me the hell away from all this craziness!
Monday, June 27, 2011
Gimme Sympathy
Someone once told me I think too much. I do think a lot. Maybe that's why I like pot, because I don't think quite so much when I am stoned. I do think, but it doesn't hop all over the place like other times. I am sure I have multiple brain related disabilities going on and not simply bipolar disorder I. I'm fairly certain I have a touch of OCD, and I think I have some kind of Attention Deficit thing going on, and then there was my history of ocular migraines that made me blind. My doctor explained why I had that seizure when I was in Grade Two after I hit my funny bone on the table while reading The Far Side. It's just a response to intense pain. So I guess I'm not epileptic after all.
I like the Far Side.
Once my friend Annthea went to a talk/dinner with Jane Goodall. I asked if she took a picture of the famous pony tail. She didn't. I have a mild obsession with Jane Goodall's ponytail.
I am missing my cousins who are in BC!!! COUSHUNS! They are fun to hang out with and now they are away!
I have to get this blog into some kind of shape. It's like a collection of out of shape thoughts, most of them about addiction, but not honest enough to be a real diary of addiction. Go gritty or go home!
"So today I went out to the garage again because I'm not allowed to smoke inside or on the property and the neighbors from across the way stared at me."
And if I was seeing a drug counsellor she would say "And how did that make you feel?"
But it doesn't make me feel like much, except sometimes I wish I had my own place and could smoke weed in the living room.
With the curtains closed.
I'm not sure what will happen to me. I hope I don't end up destitute in a group home! That would suck.
There was this old woman who moved into the group home I was in from Hantleman and her husband said he just couldn't do it anymore. And one day it was her birthday and she got a cake and she made a wish to go back home. And I thought "Oh dear God, I do not want my old age to be spent like this!"
So sucky. And then the one who kept seeing Indians and Cows in the backyard.
She was cheerful, just out of it.
But who knows really, I mean, maybe someday it will be proven that crazy people are just accessing some kind of extrasensory perceptions and seeing into different realities and dimensions or something.
In which case I should really take more notes when I go crazy so that they may be written down in a book for all to read one day, when I am a properly revered bipolar prophet. There was that time I believed Louis Riel was a descendant of Jesus Christ. And then, well, but I also believed I was getting mugged by the Dalai Lama, so I was pretty confused. And then my poor special lady I had so many crazy beliefs about her. I believed she was abducted by aliens! And I also believed in Twoonie Tuesday supporting David Suzuki.
I still want to get a bunch of NDN's eating KFC in a parking lot. At Cranberry Flats. I don't know why.
I want something to happen with at least one of my crushes. Sigh!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
My Life is an Open Blog
So whatever. I confess everything online eventually. I mean, well, not EVERYTHING though. It's all because I was interested in diaries anyone could read. Private thoughts in public space. But now I am 33 and still doing it. But whatever. It's just my thing. I wonder if I will ever be famous for blogging. It's taken up a lot of creative time and energy. I need to save a more recent copy too, I will do that after I am done writing this.
Strangely enough I have never gotten into Youtube videoing. Like making videos exclusively for Youtube. I find the comments so fuckin' rude! What the hell would I do getting that kind of homophobic critique?
Or just anti-Indian.
Anti-whatever part of my identity.
I sometimes miss being a little chubby post-psychosis punk in the Downtown Eastside. Once I made a phone call to my mom from Main and Hastings and some dude was smoking crack right next to me and she asked how I was and I said fine.
Because I was fine really, it wasn't SO bad, I had friends who looked out for me.
OH! I found out I got my travel grant to go to Berlin for my retrospective! Which is AWESOME! I am excited to see friends there and wander about and experience life there for a short time. I am going longer this time than the last time I went. I know most of my plane ticket will be taken care of, but now I have to do some last minute fundraising to get some more cash to go with, for food and stuff. I have saved some money and I will be getting paid soon. So I just need an emergency supply of cash in case something goes horribly awry, like last time when I lost my passport for a few hours. UGH!
I'm also going to wake up in time for my flights and I will have an iPad with me so I can use wireless in the airports and other places. And I will have a cellphone, but I don't know if it will be of any use in Germany since it's a Sasktel Pay as you go Phone. Maybe I could text? I'm not sure, but I will take it anyway.
Ooooh! I have these terrible mosquito bites on my dragon and it is itchy! I hate being itchy!
Oh shit, I have to run. I have to get my bank to fill out my direct deposit form. Fun fun fun! I will be in a long wet lineup.
Strangely enough I have never gotten into Youtube videoing. Like making videos exclusively for Youtube. I find the comments so fuckin' rude! What the hell would I do getting that kind of homophobic critique?
Or just anti-Indian.
Anti-whatever part of my identity.
I sometimes miss being a little chubby post-psychosis punk in the Downtown Eastside. Once I made a phone call to my mom from Main and Hastings and some dude was smoking crack right next to me and she asked how I was and I said fine.
Because I was fine really, it wasn't SO bad, I had friends who looked out for me.
OH! I found out I got my travel grant to go to Berlin for my retrospective! Which is AWESOME! I am excited to see friends there and wander about and experience life there for a short time. I am going longer this time than the last time I went. I know most of my plane ticket will be taken care of, but now I have to do some last minute fundraising to get some more cash to go with, for food and stuff. I have saved some money and I will be getting paid soon. So I just need an emergency supply of cash in case something goes horribly awry, like last time when I lost my passport for a few hours. UGH!
I'm also going to wake up in time for my flights and I will have an iPad with me so I can use wireless in the airports and other places. And I will have a cellphone, but I don't know if it will be of any use in Germany since it's a Sasktel Pay as you go Phone. Maybe I could text? I'm not sure, but I will take it anyway.
Ooooh! I have these terrible mosquito bites on my dragon and it is itchy! I hate being itchy!
Oh shit, I have to run. I have to get my bank to fill out my direct deposit form. Fun fun fun! I will be in a long wet lineup.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Being crazy!!! Hate it!
I'm going to try and type on the iPad. Week! Wtf? Ok, anyway. I fell off the no smoking wagon, because I felt like I was going crazy and I didn't have, you know, an alternative. So I bought a pack. I am quitting again. I have an alternative now, so I am going to hopefully get healthy and kissable again. I know my alternative is still a vice, but it really does make me feel, hmm, I dunno, just calmer. I can be pretty hyperactive sometimes, especially when I am hypomanic. And spring/summer are kind of manic inducing, there is so much more light.
I am sad that there is no postal service at the moment. I was expecting some money mail. I don't know how much either, it could be 35 bucks for all I know.
Artists aren't properly compensated for their time. At least, I am not. Not hardly ever! I have gotten some decent money once in a while. All my videos have made back what was put into them, except the newest one. But I had a grant for that.
I don't know why I am writing today. I feel weird. I don't know what's going to happen to me in the next year and it is kind of scary and also it is kind of where I was last summer. I wish I had some stability in my life. But then I think about when I accidentally got into a long term career of being a Sasktel Operator and freaked out because they were talking long range plans like when I would get four weeks holiday a year instead of three! And I panicked because I have this art practice that takes me away sometimes and sometimes I am working full time on my art and I just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. And I made sweet coin too, it sucked having to give it up. Twenty bucks an hour is a liveable wage, I had never made so much before.
But also call centers, even operator services, is pretty rough, you have to have a thick skin. People are rude all the time. It made me think terrible things about humanity.
I just don't see why people have to be rude.
Whatever, I have put it behind me, I will never put a headset on my head again. I can't do it anymore.
I am kind of lonely these days, hate it, bleh. Even though there are people around me most of the time. I guess I am lonely for a deep meaningful connection with someone. I probably need a girlfriend, but I don't want to admit that I can't keep being single forever. Sometimes I forge these intense friendships with people that are totally platonic but make me feel like I have someone to confide in, and then they just drift off into space. And I am lonely again. It hurts.
Since my MEDS got changed I have been feeling more in touch with my feelings. Before they were just kind of numb. But now I feel those little sharp corners of sadness, when appropriate. It is kind of nice actually.
I don't know what I want to get out of life anymore. I feel like having bipolar disorder has made me worry that I won't get into a long term relationship because I am far too volatile. I mean, it's weird, a lot of my friends have never seen me when I was manic, or not noticed, or something. They seem to view me as always calm. And I don't know how they can see me that way when all I feel is this churning beneath the surface. I should really go see my psychiatrist again. And I think I need a counsellor, not just a psych nurse. Plus my psych nurse doesn't understand poly relationships and it makes it really awkward.
I should really just unload some stress by making a list of stuff to do and doing it. I mean my obligations. Just do it!
Tomorrow I am seeing my Dad, which will be nice.
Sometimes I just HATE BEING CRAZY!!!! It's an invisible disability and it sucks.
I am sad that there is no postal service at the moment. I was expecting some money mail. I don't know how much either, it could be 35 bucks for all I know.
Artists aren't properly compensated for their time. At least, I am not. Not hardly ever! I have gotten some decent money once in a while. All my videos have made back what was put into them, except the newest one. But I had a grant for that.
I don't know why I am writing today. I feel weird. I don't know what's going to happen to me in the next year and it is kind of scary and also it is kind of where I was last summer. I wish I had some stability in my life. But then I think about when I accidentally got into a long term career of being a Sasktel Operator and freaked out because they were talking long range plans like when I would get four weeks holiday a year instead of three! And I panicked because I have this art practice that takes me away sometimes and sometimes I am working full time on my art and I just wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. And I made sweet coin too, it sucked having to give it up. Twenty bucks an hour is a liveable wage, I had never made so much before.
But also call centers, even operator services, is pretty rough, you have to have a thick skin. People are rude all the time. It made me think terrible things about humanity.
I just don't see why people have to be rude.
Whatever, I have put it behind me, I will never put a headset on my head again. I can't do it anymore.
I am kind of lonely these days, hate it, bleh. Even though there are people around me most of the time. I guess I am lonely for a deep meaningful connection with someone. I probably need a girlfriend, but I don't want to admit that I can't keep being single forever. Sometimes I forge these intense friendships with people that are totally platonic but make me feel like I have someone to confide in, and then they just drift off into space. And I am lonely again. It hurts.
Since my MEDS got changed I have been feeling more in touch with my feelings. Before they were just kind of numb. But now I feel those little sharp corners of sadness, when appropriate. It is kind of nice actually.
I don't know what I want to get out of life anymore. I feel like having bipolar disorder has made me worry that I won't get into a long term relationship because I am far too volatile. I mean, it's weird, a lot of my friends have never seen me when I was manic, or not noticed, or something. They seem to view me as always calm. And I don't know how they can see me that way when all I feel is this churning beneath the surface. I should really go see my psychiatrist again. And I think I need a counsellor, not just a psych nurse. Plus my psych nurse doesn't understand poly relationships and it makes it really awkward.
I should really just unload some stress by making a list of stuff to do and doing it. I mean my obligations. Just do it!
Tomorrow I am seeing my Dad, which will be nice.
Sometimes I just HATE BEING CRAZY!!!! It's an invisible disability and it sucks.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Sex sex sex sex!
Duh! I totally set this up so I could blog and then I went willy nilly all over internet land until I remembered! I was posting too much on facebook so sometimes when I have a touch of hypergraphia I use it up here. Well well well, what should I report?
OMG! I have a job! I am doing a street patroller job seven and a half hours a week picking up used needles in the inner city! I have my orientation on Tuesday! And I have to get some hepatitis shots and I got a criminal record check. I am not a criminal according to my record! Hurrah!
I got asked to dance at the Pride dance and got a phone number! I felt really awkward, I don't know what to do with women. I really am clueless. I have to remember to call her back because the last time I got this woman's number I forgot to call her and everyone got mad at me! I should call her. I wonder if it is too late now. So I guess I have two numbers really, but I kinda already fucked up with that previous one.
It's just that after spending years wanting to finally have a "real" relationship (read: monogamous) and only ending up in polyamourous relationships, now I really WANT to be poly but I don't want to crush some monogamous oriented woman's heart. And it's really silly because I don't even have one relationship, just some crushes I am hanging around with. But I don't want to have to pick one, I want them all! I am greedy!
Anyway, so getting picked up in bars or clubs makes me worry because I don't want to wake up the next morning in a relationship with someone I haven't gotten to know. And Lesbians move pretty fast into relationships sometimes. I dunno, I would just prefer getting to know women and making sure they are poly before having sex. Plus I now require safer sex supplies when I'm doing it and I stopped carrying around my emergency stash of condoms, dental dams, and gloves. And my gloves are six years old, I should really buy new ones. Black ones. That would be super sexy! Yeah, I am starting to realize that there is some sexual potential in my life and I really should be better prepared.
I used to always pack my strap on Just In Case when I traveled, and I don't anymore. Maybe I should. I don't have much practice using it to be honest, I'm kind of awkward with it. I feel like less of a butch! I wish my dildo was a nicer colour, like blue. Or red. My favorite one was green but that was kind of a stupid colour, it fit really good though. And then the rat ate it. I was so upset, but he had a cute little face, even though green silicone was coming out of his mouth. Anyway, my current favorite one is this kind of creamy white person flesh colour if white people had no blood. It's kind of a stupid colour too, I should have ordered right from Vixen instead of going through Come As You Are.
Actually I would prefer a softer dildo, Vixen dildos, at least the ones I have had, are quite firm. I need to get to a dildo store, clearly. Online ordering won't cut it.
Anyway. Pride was awesome, clearly! I got to hang out with a crush all day and my dog did good at Pride even though he wouldn't drink any water. He gets stubborn. And then I went to the dance and then I went to 302 and saw bunches of friends and then I went to a friends and then I came home in the morning. And slept for four hours. It wasn't enough! :( I am looking forward to sleeping tonight.
Well since I titled this blog sex sex sex sex I feel compelled to talk about it more. But I really have nothing further to say. I am always surprised when I end up having sex, because most of the time I am not having sex. And then I like feeling someone whose body is like mine. I'm pretty attracted to lesbianism. I just think same sex fucking is hot! It's fucking hot!
I don't just want sex though, I want long relationships. I want commitment even if it doesn't involve monogamy, just knowing someone is serious. That someone will stick around. I am tired of short explosive relationships, where there's this intense passionate involvement that ends just as suddenly as it begins. I've had a lot of those. I want to really get to know my lovers.
And I hate hurting women. I am always scared of breaking someone's heart because I know it sucks, but it's kind of silly to worry about that before even getting in a relationship. Oddly enough, I am not scared about getting my heart broken, even though the odds of it happening again are pretty high.
I wonder who my girlfriend will be. Or girlfriends. Or whatever. BUT ABSOLUTELY NO SISTER WIVES!!!
OMG! I have a job! I am doing a street patroller job seven and a half hours a week picking up used needles in the inner city! I have my orientation on Tuesday! And I have to get some hepatitis shots and I got a criminal record check. I am not a criminal according to my record! Hurrah!
I got asked to dance at the Pride dance and got a phone number! I felt really awkward, I don't know what to do with women. I really am clueless. I have to remember to call her back because the last time I got this woman's number I forgot to call her and everyone got mad at me! I should call her. I wonder if it is too late now. So I guess I have two numbers really, but I kinda already fucked up with that previous one.
It's just that after spending years wanting to finally have a "real" relationship (read: monogamous) and only ending up in polyamourous relationships, now I really WANT to be poly but I don't want to crush some monogamous oriented woman's heart. And it's really silly because I don't even have one relationship, just some crushes I am hanging around with. But I don't want to have to pick one, I want them all! I am greedy!
Anyway, so getting picked up in bars or clubs makes me worry because I don't want to wake up the next morning in a relationship with someone I haven't gotten to know. And Lesbians move pretty fast into relationships sometimes. I dunno, I would just prefer getting to know women and making sure they are poly before having sex. Plus I now require safer sex supplies when I'm doing it and I stopped carrying around my emergency stash of condoms, dental dams, and gloves. And my gloves are six years old, I should really buy new ones. Black ones. That would be super sexy! Yeah, I am starting to realize that there is some sexual potential in my life and I really should be better prepared.
I used to always pack my strap on Just In Case when I traveled, and I don't anymore. Maybe I should. I don't have much practice using it to be honest, I'm kind of awkward with it. I feel like less of a butch! I wish my dildo was a nicer colour, like blue. Or red. My favorite one was green but that was kind of a stupid colour, it fit really good though. And then the rat ate it. I was so upset, but he had a cute little face, even though green silicone was coming out of his mouth. Anyway, my current favorite one is this kind of creamy white person flesh colour if white people had no blood. It's kind of a stupid colour too, I should have ordered right from Vixen instead of going through Come As You Are.
Actually I would prefer a softer dildo, Vixen dildos, at least the ones I have had, are quite firm. I need to get to a dildo store, clearly. Online ordering won't cut it.
Anyway. Pride was awesome, clearly! I got to hang out with a crush all day and my dog did good at Pride even though he wouldn't drink any water. He gets stubborn. And then I went to the dance and then I went to 302 and saw bunches of friends and then I went to a friends and then I came home in the morning. And slept for four hours. It wasn't enough! :( I am looking forward to sleeping tonight.
Well since I titled this blog sex sex sex sex I feel compelled to talk about it more. But I really have nothing further to say. I am always surprised when I end up having sex, because most of the time I am not having sex. And then I like feeling someone whose body is like mine. I'm pretty attracted to lesbianism. I just think same sex fucking is hot! It's fucking hot!
I don't just want sex though, I want long relationships. I want commitment even if it doesn't involve monogamy, just knowing someone is serious. That someone will stick around. I am tired of short explosive relationships, where there's this intense passionate involvement that ends just as suddenly as it begins. I've had a lot of those. I want to really get to know my lovers.
And I hate hurting women. I am always scared of breaking someone's heart because I know it sucks, but it's kind of silly to worry about that before even getting in a relationship. Oddly enough, I am not scared about getting my heart broken, even though the odds of it happening again are pretty high.
I wonder who my girlfriend will be. Or girlfriends. Or whatever. BUT ABSOLUTELY NO SISTER WIVES!!!
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Super Labia!!!!
I have a friend who calls pubic hairs public hairs because of the way they suddenly show up when you least expect them, like while having a pleasant conversation with a platonic friend.
That story really doesn't relate to anything I will write about now, because I was just warming up.
I have been taking the bus so much lately, I think I was on the bus yesterday for two and a half hours altogether yesterday. In fact that is my handle on Twitter, LeZbusrider. I never put much thought into my online nicknames. I mean, really it should have been a more obvious nick like Thirza_Cuthand or something. But I was thinking about this Pat Califia writing where he said dykes ride motorcycles or the bus. Come to think of it maybe I should have made my nick Dyke on A Bus or something like that.
Public transportation is very important to me. And yet I have to get a license because we are moving to the country. To the close to Saskatoon Little Pine Reserve. It hasn't been built yet, I think they have to do some paperwork to get it reserve status. But then they will be building houses out there! :D It's right by Wanuskewin.
I am a little nervous about living in the country, even though there will be a bunch of houses together. I'm scared of eagles picking up Mister and wolves savaging Arthur and a Cougar eating me. I'm such an urban girl! I imagine I will get used to the country.
But what else? That's what I always say to my mom. What else?
Today I hear if I got this job being a street patroller and picking up used needles. I think it would be a fun job. As far as jobs go. I'd get exercise that's for sure.
Someone is worried about how much weight I have been losing. I can't really help it, my food situation is fucked because I can't have fat and I still don't know everything that triggers me being in pain. So I really am not eating very much. And I never ate much to begin with. When I was a teenager I could eat so much, but I can't anymore. I often feel rude because I don't clean the plate, hardly make a dent really. I have a weird relationship to food right now. I am thinking of introducing meat back into my diet but on a reduced amount, like twice a week, just so I am eating something. I don't know how to cook vegetarian well enough to do it all the time, I need to back off from it a bit. I really do want to be vegetarian. But I like bacon. And beef tacos made with an Old El Paso Taco Kit.
My surgery consultation is next week, tuesday. I am going to throw myself at Dr. Shaw's feet and beg for it to be taken out as soon as possible because this is no way to live! I'm so miserable and it's hard to eat out and I don't know what to cook and I am losing weight like mad.
What freaks me out about losing weight is that in the past my weight loss has been tied very closely with spiraling out of control manic episodes. I don't think I am going manic. It doesn't feel like it. But I'm losing all this weight and I actually have energy to go for walks!
When I am not in pain that is.
And this gallbladder pain has ruined my solitary sex life! There's no desire to have an orgasm when your guts are spasming. Wrong spasms!
I went to the pharmacy yesterday and filled THREE prescriptions for my gallbladder. I got some Buscopan and some 400mg Advil and some antacid medication. So we will see. I am waiting for my next attack and hopefully it won't be so so bad.
I have a confession! I smoked a Grape Primetime last night! I smoked it on the way to a friends. I haven't had anything since, just lozenges. I feel crappy about slipping. I don't want to slip again. So I am back to reading my quit smoking motivational webpages and stuff.
I am thinking about going to the dual diagnosis meeting tomorrow afternoon. Some people go and talk about how they quit cigarettes or coffee. And they always tell me even if I am still using to keep coming back because eventually it will stick. And I do like that group better than the gay AA or any NA. If there was a gay NA I would go maybe. There should be a gay NA. Or a more secular drug recovery group. Anyway, that's why I like the dual diagnosis group, because it isn't run like AA or NA or MA or CA or OA. It's run more like a basic support group and people go around in a circle and tell whatever they feel like telling. And they offer advice and so forth. It's a nice group. Plus the comfort of being with all other people with mental health issues. And they don't swear, and there are two facilitators who have experience working with addictions and mental health, I think one is a nurse and the other a social worker.
My friend from high school Carrie is becoming a nurse and I keep asking her if she has put in a catheter yet. I know nurses do way more than that but for some reason I have a curiousity about that. She did say she put one in the dummy, but the dummy had super tough labia that were hard to spread apart! SUPER LABIA!
My Grandma wanted to be a nurse, but she couldn't afford it so she became a teacher.
So when am I grown up anyway? This being 33 thing sure does make me feel old. The funny thing is that I was always attracted to people between 28 and 32 and now I am finally attracted mostly to women my own age. But it makes me worry that I'll be leching around at 50 trying to get a fertile 32 year old. Who knows!
I have some shit to do. Dammit! It's not even that hard to do, I should just go do it.
Well, there's the blog for today.
Remember . . .
SUPER LABIA!!!! :D
That story really doesn't relate to anything I will write about now, because I was just warming up.
I have been taking the bus so much lately, I think I was on the bus yesterday for two and a half hours altogether yesterday. In fact that is my handle on Twitter, LeZbusrider. I never put much thought into my online nicknames. I mean, really it should have been a more obvious nick like Thirza_Cuthand or something. But I was thinking about this Pat Califia writing where he said dykes ride motorcycles or the bus. Come to think of it maybe I should have made my nick Dyke on A Bus or something like that.
Public transportation is very important to me. And yet I have to get a license because we are moving to the country. To the close to Saskatoon Little Pine Reserve. It hasn't been built yet, I think they have to do some paperwork to get it reserve status. But then they will be building houses out there! :D It's right by Wanuskewin.
I am a little nervous about living in the country, even though there will be a bunch of houses together. I'm scared of eagles picking up Mister and wolves savaging Arthur and a Cougar eating me. I'm such an urban girl! I imagine I will get used to the country.
But what else? That's what I always say to my mom. What else?
Today I hear if I got this job being a street patroller and picking up used needles. I think it would be a fun job. As far as jobs go. I'd get exercise that's for sure.
Someone is worried about how much weight I have been losing. I can't really help it, my food situation is fucked because I can't have fat and I still don't know everything that triggers me being in pain. So I really am not eating very much. And I never ate much to begin with. When I was a teenager I could eat so much, but I can't anymore. I often feel rude because I don't clean the plate, hardly make a dent really. I have a weird relationship to food right now. I am thinking of introducing meat back into my diet but on a reduced amount, like twice a week, just so I am eating something. I don't know how to cook vegetarian well enough to do it all the time, I need to back off from it a bit. I really do want to be vegetarian. But I like bacon. And beef tacos made with an Old El Paso Taco Kit.
My surgery consultation is next week, tuesday. I am going to throw myself at Dr. Shaw's feet and beg for it to be taken out as soon as possible because this is no way to live! I'm so miserable and it's hard to eat out and I don't know what to cook and I am losing weight like mad.
What freaks me out about losing weight is that in the past my weight loss has been tied very closely with spiraling out of control manic episodes. I don't think I am going manic. It doesn't feel like it. But I'm losing all this weight and I actually have energy to go for walks!
When I am not in pain that is.
And this gallbladder pain has ruined my solitary sex life! There's no desire to have an orgasm when your guts are spasming. Wrong spasms!
I went to the pharmacy yesterday and filled THREE prescriptions for my gallbladder. I got some Buscopan and some 400mg Advil and some antacid medication. So we will see. I am waiting for my next attack and hopefully it won't be so so bad.
I have a confession! I smoked a Grape Primetime last night! I smoked it on the way to a friends. I haven't had anything since, just lozenges. I feel crappy about slipping. I don't want to slip again. So I am back to reading my quit smoking motivational webpages and stuff.
I am thinking about going to the dual diagnosis meeting tomorrow afternoon. Some people go and talk about how they quit cigarettes or coffee. And they always tell me even if I am still using to keep coming back because eventually it will stick. And I do like that group better than the gay AA or any NA. If there was a gay NA I would go maybe. There should be a gay NA. Or a more secular drug recovery group. Anyway, that's why I like the dual diagnosis group, because it isn't run like AA or NA or MA or CA or OA. It's run more like a basic support group and people go around in a circle and tell whatever they feel like telling. And they offer advice and so forth. It's a nice group. Plus the comfort of being with all other people with mental health issues. And they don't swear, and there are two facilitators who have experience working with addictions and mental health, I think one is a nurse and the other a social worker.
My friend from high school Carrie is becoming a nurse and I keep asking her if she has put in a catheter yet. I know nurses do way more than that but for some reason I have a curiousity about that. She did say she put one in the dummy, but the dummy had super tough labia that were hard to spread apart! SUPER LABIA!
My Grandma wanted to be a nurse, but she couldn't afford it so she became a teacher.
So when am I grown up anyway? This being 33 thing sure does make me feel old. The funny thing is that I was always attracted to people between 28 and 32 and now I am finally attracted mostly to women my own age. But it makes me worry that I'll be leching around at 50 trying to get a fertile 32 year old. Who knows!
I have some shit to do. Dammit! It's not even that hard to do, I should just go do it.
Well, there's the blog for today.
Remember . . .
SUPER LABIA!!!! :D
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Supernatural Diaspora!
Tomorrow morning at 10am will be 7 days since I have had a cigarette! I made it through a weekend including partying without smoking a single puff! I am so amazed, it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Drinking is kind of a trigger for smoking for me, but I made it through without following my friends outside for a cigarette. I went out a couple times with them just because I didn't like being the only one inside, but it was so cold and it felt kind of silly to have to stand outside.
So hopefully this continues. I am feeling pretty committed to a smoke free life. It's such a waste of money and I don't want to die early. And I don't want to expose other people to my cigarette smoke either.
I really need to make a new video. I hope I get my Mars video funding. That would be a lot of fun to make. Just wish and hope for the best. I already wrote the grant so now it's out of my control.
Whether or not I get my funding I should also make a short self funded video. Sometimes I feel like I can push the envelope more with work that isn't tied to a funding agency. Like Untouchable, I wasn't paid to make that by any funding agency, I just had access to resources. I was lucky! I had my own camera and the Video In 3/4" editing suite. I want to make some more work like that.
I just feel very uninspired these days. I'm not sure what I feel pressed to talk about. Usually something makes me angry and I make a video about it and it's about my various oppressions and turns out to be political. But I don't know what I feel angry about.
It's been an ongoing worry ever since I got on psychiatric medications, I feel a little bit empty, a little less passionate. It sucks. Even my happiness is just a titch muted, and I can tell. My sadness too. But what am I supposed to do about it? I was REALLY overmedicated before, even my psych nurse says so, and she has known me ever since then. Anyway, it makes me feel a little careless, like I don't care, to say anything. Like if you don't get it you don't get it and who am I to point out what an ignorant asshole someone is being because they are being an ist, like racist sexist ageist ableist. All the ists! I'm tired of pointing it out. Let people go to hell in a handbasket!
But I also realize that those sort of attitudes left unchecked wreak havoc on basic human rights for all of us deemed outside the borders of normal. So it's not really good to not care.
I care enough about my self preservation that I quit smoking cigarettes. That must count for something. I'm not quite so self destructive now.
I do care though, about certain people. It's kind of weird. I don't know what to do about any of that either. I'm fairly romantically inept. And being poly makes things a little more complex. Because poly means something different to everyone really. And my last poly girlfriend could have been fine with something the next poly girlfriend takes exception to. Like some poly people want a main partner and others don't want hierarchies in their romantic partnerships or whatevers.
I don't really care if I have bunches of girlfriends, just one would really be enough for me.
I finally put half of my music onto my restored iPod. I have doubled up entries for the same song file in all of my itunes, and I don't know how to get rid of it but after going from Abba to Tori Amos picking every other file, I selected a block of files and it didn't duplicate files in my iPod. I was impressed!
I apologize for how boring that last story was.
I have heard these tales I am not supposed to tell about half horse people at a certain reserve here in Saskatchewan. I've heard it from three different people. Spooky! There are some bizarre supernatural beings in North America.
Once I was talking with my friend Lynx Hell and she was like "Yeah, and all those immigrants brought their THINGS with them!" And I was like "What things?" And she said "You know, their little spirits and stuff like leprechauns and banshees" and I was like "They brought their THINGS with them!!!!!???" I mean, it's probably true. Supernatural Diaspora!
So hopefully this continues. I am feeling pretty committed to a smoke free life. It's such a waste of money and I don't want to die early. And I don't want to expose other people to my cigarette smoke either.
I really need to make a new video. I hope I get my Mars video funding. That would be a lot of fun to make. Just wish and hope for the best. I already wrote the grant so now it's out of my control.
Whether or not I get my funding I should also make a short self funded video. Sometimes I feel like I can push the envelope more with work that isn't tied to a funding agency. Like Untouchable, I wasn't paid to make that by any funding agency, I just had access to resources. I was lucky! I had my own camera and the Video In 3/4" editing suite. I want to make some more work like that.
I just feel very uninspired these days. I'm not sure what I feel pressed to talk about. Usually something makes me angry and I make a video about it and it's about my various oppressions and turns out to be political. But I don't know what I feel angry about.
It's been an ongoing worry ever since I got on psychiatric medications, I feel a little bit empty, a little less passionate. It sucks. Even my happiness is just a titch muted, and I can tell. My sadness too. But what am I supposed to do about it? I was REALLY overmedicated before, even my psych nurse says so, and she has known me ever since then. Anyway, it makes me feel a little careless, like I don't care, to say anything. Like if you don't get it you don't get it and who am I to point out what an ignorant asshole someone is being because they are being an ist, like racist sexist ageist ableist. All the ists! I'm tired of pointing it out. Let people go to hell in a handbasket!
But I also realize that those sort of attitudes left unchecked wreak havoc on basic human rights for all of us deemed outside the borders of normal. So it's not really good to not care.
I care enough about my self preservation that I quit smoking cigarettes. That must count for something. I'm not quite so self destructive now.
I do care though, about certain people. It's kind of weird. I don't know what to do about any of that either. I'm fairly romantically inept. And being poly makes things a little more complex. Because poly means something different to everyone really. And my last poly girlfriend could have been fine with something the next poly girlfriend takes exception to. Like some poly people want a main partner and others don't want hierarchies in their romantic partnerships or whatevers.
I don't really care if I have bunches of girlfriends, just one would really be enough for me.
I finally put half of my music onto my restored iPod. I have doubled up entries for the same song file in all of my itunes, and I don't know how to get rid of it but after going from Abba to Tori Amos picking every other file, I selected a block of files and it didn't duplicate files in my iPod. I was impressed!
I apologize for how boring that last story was.
I have heard these tales I am not supposed to tell about half horse people at a certain reserve here in Saskatchewan. I've heard it from three different people. Spooky! There are some bizarre supernatural beings in North America.
Once I was talking with my friend Lynx Hell and she was like "Yeah, and all those immigrants brought their THINGS with them!" And I was like "What things?" And she said "You know, their little spirits and stuff like leprechauns and banshees" and I was like "They brought their THINGS with them!!!!!???" I mean, it's probably true. Supernatural Diaspora!
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Quit Smoking Attempt #2435
I have now been smoke free for over 83 hours! I am amazed! I feel so much better, I've even gone out drinking a couple nights and didn't have a cigarette. I don't have that horrible shortness of breathe anymore where I felt all constricted and choking. I can smell things again, like the greenness of spring and the flowers and the air from the laundry drier. I'm feeling more positive about myself too.
This time felt almost easy to quit. I just had enough, and I am tired of quitting and failing. I have been quitting for over nine years. But except for that one six month stretch I haven't had much luck. I need to learn to accept that I can't have even one little puff of a cigarette. It would start all over again and I would feel shitty about myself and smell like stink and no one will want to kiss me!
But now I am more kissable! Hurrah!
Anyway, it's about time. I hate to think of what I did to my body while I was all depressed and wanting to die and smoking as a way out eventually. NOOOOO! Now I want to live and I don't want to die young from some smoking related illness. I don't want to live to be as old as my Grandma is now, but to be 85 would be decent. La la la. So I'm smoke free.
And actually, while I have been smoking cigarettes not at all I have also slowed down my use of pot! I am smoking less and less and feeling more energetic. I almost feel like I could give it up for a while. Almost. I am still not ready for that. Pot is how I relax, the way other people have a glass of wine. I know both can be indicative of more serious deep seated issues, but it's semi innocent. I hear that if I exercise more I will just naturally crave pot less and less. Which seems not so painful.
I dunno, but defeating one addiction has made me want to continue defeating the rest of them. Baby steps though. It really only has been three and a half days since my last smoke, so I can't get all cocky yet. And smoking weed has been kind of nice just because it is something to smoke. I should seriously consider buying that Magic Flight vaporizer if I want to keep my lungs healthier though. Joints can be pretty harsh!
So now I am a vegetarian non-smoker. I have to keep reminding my mom I am a vegetarian. She keeps forgetting, although not as badly as when she kept forgetting I was a boy. My six months of being a boy. I didn't like the clothes as much as when they are butch girl clothes though.
I almost gave up and ate beef the other day. I met my cousin Sharlene at Lydia's for the burger and fries you get with a pint and when they asked if I wanted veggie or beef I was so relieved and got the best veggie burger I have ever had! Well, until tonight the only veggie burger I had ever had, but I burnt my burger on the grill today so it wasn't that great.
So there you go veggies, you can eat the burgers at Lyds!
I sometimes want to leave Saskatoon, and then at other times want to become some eccentric character in Saskatoon like Lorraine the muumuu lady or Sailor Dan. No, I can never achieve that kind of fame here. If I started a queer fest here I could be famouser.
I am changing and I don't know what I am changing into. It's been going on for a while but it feels like only recently I have gotten the momentum to actually make changes to my life like cutting out meat and giving up cigarettes. I don't know if I will be a vegetarian forever, I guess we will see, but I sure hope the no smoking thing is for good this time. And what else is going to change? I don't know. I don't know what kind of person I am becoming. I wish I did have some idea of what I am evolving into. I don't want to become so health conscious I become sick, but a little bit of health consciousness would be good.
And I do still have a leisure card.
My gallbladder is still being a pain, I had a little bit of poutine last night and my stomach ached until the morning. YUCK! I have an appointment next tuesday at two with the Amazing Dr. Saffy to try and get some narcotics for when I have a gallbladder attack.
My fingers smell nice now that I don't smoke! Yay!
Anyway, because of the gallbladder I am eating less and less fat, I have started using this margarine that is made of mostly water because I am too afeard of butter!
I can't believe it's not fat!
Fat is goooooood, I miss it! I can get away with a little bit now and then, but not much! I'm looking forward to the day I can eat japanese pumpkin tempura again!
This blog is really mostly about my health, I wish I had more mental health issues to relate to you to spice it up, mental health porn. I forgot my morning meds three days in a row, made me kind of depressed. That's all there is to report. I am taking them normally again.
I sort of miss sex, but I feel like I am getting used to having none again. It's really only the first year without sex that is the hardest, after that they blend together!
This time felt almost easy to quit. I just had enough, and I am tired of quitting and failing. I have been quitting for over nine years. But except for that one six month stretch I haven't had much luck. I need to learn to accept that I can't have even one little puff of a cigarette. It would start all over again and I would feel shitty about myself and smell like stink and no one will want to kiss me!
But now I am more kissable! Hurrah!
Anyway, it's about time. I hate to think of what I did to my body while I was all depressed and wanting to die and smoking as a way out eventually. NOOOOO! Now I want to live and I don't want to die young from some smoking related illness. I don't want to live to be as old as my Grandma is now, but to be 85 would be decent. La la la. So I'm smoke free.
And actually, while I have been smoking cigarettes not at all I have also slowed down my use of pot! I am smoking less and less and feeling more energetic. I almost feel like I could give it up for a while. Almost. I am still not ready for that. Pot is how I relax, the way other people have a glass of wine. I know both can be indicative of more serious deep seated issues, but it's semi innocent. I hear that if I exercise more I will just naturally crave pot less and less. Which seems not so painful.
I dunno, but defeating one addiction has made me want to continue defeating the rest of them. Baby steps though. It really only has been three and a half days since my last smoke, so I can't get all cocky yet. And smoking weed has been kind of nice just because it is something to smoke. I should seriously consider buying that Magic Flight vaporizer if I want to keep my lungs healthier though. Joints can be pretty harsh!
So now I am a vegetarian non-smoker. I have to keep reminding my mom I am a vegetarian. She keeps forgetting, although not as badly as when she kept forgetting I was a boy. My six months of being a boy. I didn't like the clothes as much as when they are butch girl clothes though.
I almost gave up and ate beef the other day. I met my cousin Sharlene at Lydia's for the burger and fries you get with a pint and when they asked if I wanted veggie or beef I was so relieved and got the best veggie burger I have ever had! Well, until tonight the only veggie burger I had ever had, but I burnt my burger on the grill today so it wasn't that great.
So there you go veggies, you can eat the burgers at Lyds!
I sometimes want to leave Saskatoon, and then at other times want to become some eccentric character in Saskatoon like Lorraine the muumuu lady or Sailor Dan. No, I can never achieve that kind of fame here. If I started a queer fest here I could be famouser.
I am changing and I don't know what I am changing into. It's been going on for a while but it feels like only recently I have gotten the momentum to actually make changes to my life like cutting out meat and giving up cigarettes. I don't know if I will be a vegetarian forever, I guess we will see, but I sure hope the no smoking thing is for good this time. And what else is going to change? I don't know. I don't know what kind of person I am becoming. I wish I did have some idea of what I am evolving into. I don't want to become so health conscious I become sick, but a little bit of health consciousness would be good.
And I do still have a leisure card.
My gallbladder is still being a pain, I had a little bit of poutine last night and my stomach ached until the morning. YUCK! I have an appointment next tuesday at two with the Amazing Dr. Saffy to try and get some narcotics for when I have a gallbladder attack.
My fingers smell nice now that I don't smoke! Yay!
Anyway, because of the gallbladder I am eating less and less fat, I have started using this margarine that is made of mostly water because I am too afeard of butter!
I can't believe it's not fat!
Fat is goooooood, I miss it! I can get away with a little bit now and then, but not much! I'm looking forward to the day I can eat japanese pumpkin tempura again!
This blog is really mostly about my health, I wish I had more mental health issues to relate to you to spice it up, mental health porn. I forgot my morning meds three days in a row, made me kind of depressed. That's all there is to report. I am taking them normally again.
I sort of miss sex, but I feel like I am getting used to having none again. It's really only the first year without sex that is the hardest, after that they blend together!
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sometimes Straight Guys Suck! And other people suck too!
I think there is this really creepy tension sometimes between Lesbians and Straight Guys. It freaks me out. Especially when I have a Lesbian section on my Google News and keep reading slews of stories of "corrective rape" and murder of Lesbians in South Africa all the time. Straight guys are obsessed with Lesbians! Like, SUPER obsessed! I don't know if straight women are obsessed with Gay men, somehow I don't think so. But it's that whole challenge thing. Like they feel they have something to prove and want to make Lesbians into straight women. It's so FUCKING GROSS! Like, how much of a creep do you have to be?
I recently had a falling out with a friend because he kept making comments about "bringing you back to the good side" and fucked up shit like that. It creeped me out and made me feel unsafe. I don't think straight men realize how creepy they sound when they talk like that.
Creep creep creep!
I don't mind if guys flirt with me once in a while, although I don't flirt back, because flirting is pretty harmless. But making comments about converting someone's minority sexuality is pretty fucking EFFED UP! It's hard enough being a dyke without having some ignorant straight dude sexually harrassing me. And it was becoming this ongoing series of comments for the last few times we have gotten together, and it just REALLY pissed me off.
So I wrote an fb status about it and said get out of my life and now we are not friends. Officially. Because we aren't friends on fb. It's such a weird way of not being friends with someone, to go so far as to delete them from your contacts. Life in the 21st Century.
I'm kind of tired of having my lesbianism challenged by so many people. I should actually mention that it hasn't just been straight guys who have said I wasn't a lesbian, it's been straight women and trans men and when I was a teen some older lesbians said I couldn't be a lesbian yet because I was too young.
But you know what? The truth is, I HATE STUBBLY FACES AND FLAT CHESTS! It's not so much penises that turn me off, it's the whole rest of it. Privilege and taking up space and being uber hairy and too hot temperature wise and kinda smelly and having genitals that taste like bread dough is pretty unappealing to me as well. I AM SUCH A LESBIAN! OMG!
I dunno. Maybe if I had a girlfriend this whole thing would stop and I would get my Lesbian I.D. in the mail. I think people question my sexuality because there really aren't many Lesbians in the world, in comparison to say, bisexuals or straight people. So EVEN THOUGH I knew at fourteen I was a lesbian and not straight or even bisexual, even though I have never fallen in love with a man, even though I have never had a boyfriend, I still get my sexuality challenged.
I dunno, for some reason I think it's rude. I guess because I don't do it to other people. I mean, I could suspect someone is a different sexuality than what they are living, but I don't see the point in harrassing them about it or challenging them. Why not let people live lives the way they want? What is so wrong about me being a Lesbian that people believe my innate sexuality is a myth? What do I have to do to prove I am a Lesbian, and why should I have to prove it.
Everyone is surprised when they learn my first kiss and first sexual experience was with a girl, but it was. I was a nerd so it happened all on the same night when I was seventeen. I mean, if someone was going to kiss me and I really liked them and I had a chance, why not go all the way? But until then I spent three years being challenged on my sexuality because I was a virgin, and how could I know I was a Lesbian until I had sex? Which is a stupid thing to think. Straight people certainly don't get questioned about being straight if they are virgins.
It's all so weird. So anyway. So I don't have a boyfriend for the rest of my life. Whatever. I don't feel like I am missing out on anything by being exclusively romantic with women. Women are more romantic anyway. And they have such soft skin. And femmes are really beautiful. Well, so are butches, but I do like smart funny sophisticated beautiful femmes. And plus femmes are the ones who get me to open up and be vulnerable in intimate situations, and I am pretty sure I wouldn't have that same dynamic with a dude. I can be just as inscrutable as the most detached male, so two of us together would be a BAD combination.
Amber Dawn once said I do better when I am in a relationship. I don't know how I feel about that. It's true I actually clean and keep myself more groomed when I am entertaining a lady on an ongoing basis. But also, I think I am more in touch with my deep feelings when I am having intimate conversations with a lover.
I still remember the morning after a night of great sex when I made Amber Dawn blueberry and mango crepes and told her I loved her. That was such a great day! :D See, women make me feel squishy feelings. And squishy feelings makes me do nice things for them.
I still like all my exes. They were pretty awesome. Too bad we had such a short time for a relationship, but then maybe I am remembering them in an idealized way. I am sure there were issues.
But anyway, yes, being a Lesbian is hard sometimes. I wish people would just learn to accept me as I am and quit trying to change me. And that includes people in the queer community.
I recently had a falling out with a friend because he kept making comments about "bringing you back to the good side" and fucked up shit like that. It creeped me out and made me feel unsafe. I don't think straight men realize how creepy they sound when they talk like that.
Creep creep creep!
I don't mind if guys flirt with me once in a while, although I don't flirt back, because flirting is pretty harmless. But making comments about converting someone's minority sexuality is pretty fucking EFFED UP! It's hard enough being a dyke without having some ignorant straight dude sexually harrassing me. And it was becoming this ongoing series of comments for the last few times we have gotten together, and it just REALLY pissed me off.
So I wrote an fb status about it and said get out of my life and now we are not friends. Officially. Because we aren't friends on fb. It's such a weird way of not being friends with someone, to go so far as to delete them from your contacts. Life in the 21st Century.
I'm kind of tired of having my lesbianism challenged by so many people. I should actually mention that it hasn't just been straight guys who have said I wasn't a lesbian, it's been straight women and trans men and when I was a teen some older lesbians said I couldn't be a lesbian yet because I was too young.
But you know what? The truth is, I HATE STUBBLY FACES AND FLAT CHESTS! It's not so much penises that turn me off, it's the whole rest of it. Privilege and taking up space and being uber hairy and too hot temperature wise and kinda smelly and having genitals that taste like bread dough is pretty unappealing to me as well. I AM SUCH A LESBIAN! OMG!
I dunno. Maybe if I had a girlfriend this whole thing would stop and I would get my Lesbian I.D. in the mail. I think people question my sexuality because there really aren't many Lesbians in the world, in comparison to say, bisexuals or straight people. So EVEN THOUGH I knew at fourteen I was a lesbian and not straight or even bisexual, even though I have never fallen in love with a man, even though I have never had a boyfriend, I still get my sexuality challenged.
I dunno, for some reason I think it's rude. I guess because I don't do it to other people. I mean, I could suspect someone is a different sexuality than what they are living, but I don't see the point in harrassing them about it or challenging them. Why not let people live lives the way they want? What is so wrong about me being a Lesbian that people believe my innate sexuality is a myth? What do I have to do to prove I am a Lesbian, and why should I have to prove it.
Everyone is surprised when they learn my first kiss and first sexual experience was with a girl, but it was. I was a nerd so it happened all on the same night when I was seventeen. I mean, if someone was going to kiss me and I really liked them and I had a chance, why not go all the way? But until then I spent three years being challenged on my sexuality because I was a virgin, and how could I know I was a Lesbian until I had sex? Which is a stupid thing to think. Straight people certainly don't get questioned about being straight if they are virgins.
It's all so weird. So anyway. So I don't have a boyfriend for the rest of my life. Whatever. I don't feel like I am missing out on anything by being exclusively romantic with women. Women are more romantic anyway. And they have such soft skin. And femmes are really beautiful. Well, so are butches, but I do like smart funny sophisticated beautiful femmes. And plus femmes are the ones who get me to open up and be vulnerable in intimate situations, and I am pretty sure I wouldn't have that same dynamic with a dude. I can be just as inscrutable as the most detached male, so two of us together would be a BAD combination.
Amber Dawn once said I do better when I am in a relationship. I don't know how I feel about that. It's true I actually clean and keep myself more groomed when I am entertaining a lady on an ongoing basis. But also, I think I am more in touch with my deep feelings when I am having intimate conversations with a lover.
I still remember the morning after a night of great sex when I made Amber Dawn blueberry and mango crepes and told her I loved her. That was such a great day! :D See, women make me feel squishy feelings. And squishy feelings makes me do nice things for them.
I still like all my exes. They were pretty awesome. Too bad we had such a short time for a relationship, but then maybe I am remembering them in an idealized way. I am sure there were issues.
But anyway, yes, being a Lesbian is hard sometimes. I wish people would just learn to accept me as I am and quit trying to change me. And that includes people in the queer community.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Surgery consultation in June!
I finally got a call about my gallbladder surgery, and I have a consultation this June. I am relieved. I also found out today I missed my appointment with the gynecologist to talk about ablation. Mainly I don't want to have to get a hysterectomy later. Like all the other women in my family.
Boring, all I talk about these days on Facebook is all my medical issues, it drives me crazy, I feel like a 33 year old fuddy duddy. And then I think, maybe that really is all that is going on with me. Medical problems. I am old. When I was a kid my main problem was extreme anxiety, now MEDS tAke care of that but I have all kinds of other problems. I really don't want diabetes.
OMG!!!! I almost forgot, I quit eating meat! It's been something I have thought seriously about for a few years, but it's gotten to a point where I can't eat meat without gagging. I'm not opposed to meat eaters or anything, and I am not running off to join those sexists and racists at PETA, but for now I am a vegetarian. The only problem is I really don't know what I am doing. I don't know how to cook without meat except for a couple recipes, and I don't know how to have a balanced diet. I feel kind of weird and it has been a few days now, I really should look it up and plan some meals. It's a big step. Maybe now I can become a real Buddhist, whatever that entails!
I'm slowly evolving towards something, but I can't tell what yet. I thought I was going to become healthy the way people always say you have to do it, by having a no fun life of no drinking and smoking up and carousing. But now I am feeling more lenient about myself, like I could feel okay about myself even if I smoke weed a lot. Although I don't know. I really like it. Whatever. But there are different things I am more interested in exploring. Like sex! I would like to have more sex please! I feel so ripped off by my pitiful track record. And what the he'll am I doing living in Saskatoon? Someone remind me why I think staying here is a good idea? Oh yeah, POVERTY. Damn.
See what I really need to do is get all writery and chain-smoke while pumping out the Great Canadian Aboriginal Lesbian Novel for a couple of years, maybe drink into a black out a couple more times while shooting video of all the people I meet. Aw crap, I just realized I can't buy street hotdogs anymore. I have a lot to do! I need to write a best seller so I can happily retire on the royalties.
I need to do more of what I love, I think that's where my future lies. As God is my witness I will never work in a call centre again!
I finally went downtown and showed my paystub so I can keep riding the bus with a twenty dollar pass every month instead of a seventy one dollar pass. It's good until November! Subsidized bus fares are awesome!
I need to go scrounge up something delicious and vegetarian for dinner, so I will go now.
Boring, all I talk about these days on Facebook is all my medical issues, it drives me crazy, I feel like a 33 year old fuddy duddy. And then I think, maybe that really is all that is going on with me. Medical problems. I am old. When I was a kid my main problem was extreme anxiety, now MEDS tAke care of that but I have all kinds of other problems. I really don't want diabetes.
OMG!!!! I almost forgot, I quit eating meat! It's been something I have thought seriously about for a few years, but it's gotten to a point where I can't eat meat without gagging. I'm not opposed to meat eaters or anything, and I am not running off to join those sexists and racists at PETA, but for now I am a vegetarian. The only problem is I really don't know what I am doing. I don't know how to cook without meat except for a couple recipes, and I don't know how to have a balanced diet. I feel kind of weird and it has been a few days now, I really should look it up and plan some meals. It's a big step. Maybe now I can become a real Buddhist, whatever that entails!
I'm slowly evolving towards something, but I can't tell what yet. I thought I was going to become healthy the way people always say you have to do it, by having a no fun life of no drinking and smoking up and carousing. But now I am feeling more lenient about myself, like I could feel okay about myself even if I smoke weed a lot. Although I don't know. I really like it. Whatever. But there are different things I am more interested in exploring. Like sex! I would like to have more sex please! I feel so ripped off by my pitiful track record. And what the he'll am I doing living in Saskatoon? Someone remind me why I think staying here is a good idea? Oh yeah, POVERTY. Damn.
See what I really need to do is get all writery and chain-smoke while pumping out the Great Canadian Aboriginal Lesbian Novel for a couple of years, maybe drink into a black out a couple more times while shooting video of all the people I meet. Aw crap, I just realized I can't buy street hotdogs anymore. I have a lot to do! I need to write a best seller so I can happily retire on the royalties.
I need to do more of what I love, I think that's where my future lies. As God is my witness I will never work in a call centre again!
I finally went downtown and showed my paystub so I can keep riding the bus with a twenty dollar pass every month instead of a seventy one dollar pass. It's good until November! Subsidized bus fares are awesome!
I need to go scrounge up something delicious and vegetarian for dinner, so I will go now.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The sun porch is lovely this time of year.
I turned 33!!!!! I'm growing up, not down, like a goose or a carrot! Up like a mighty oak!
Anyway, I learned that my ability to throw parties is on par with my ability to grow plants, which is not at all. So I surrender! I will not invite my friends to see each other and celebrate me!
I cleaned the sun porch today! I'm out here right now, writing this blog! I haven't written here for a while, and believe me, I feel guilty for not keeping up with writing one page a day. But I have been busy! Believe me!
I feel like I have accomplished something immensely great by cleaning the sun porch, mostly because I did it in an hour and now it's actually a nice place to hang out. It gets crazy dirty over the winters. I also added 2:18 minutes to my video program. I am still short six minutes. I need a six minute short.
I'm feeling generally okay, I forgot three days of morning mess in a row recently and got mildly depressed. But I pulled through! Mess equals MEDS of course, I am writing on an iPad.
The dogs, cat, and I are all grooving in the sun porch listening to Sexy Boy by Air.
I couldn't be a boy, it would annoy the he'll out of me. He'll meaning hell of course! I like spending time with women far too much to be a boy. Plus I hear their washrooms are disgusting.
Anyway, I learned that my ability to throw parties is on par with my ability to grow plants, which is not at all. So I surrender! I will not invite my friends to see each other and celebrate me!
I cleaned the sun porch today! I'm out here right now, writing this blog! I haven't written here for a while, and believe me, I feel guilty for not keeping up with writing one page a day. But I have been busy! Believe me!
I feel like I have accomplished something immensely great by cleaning the sun porch, mostly because I did it in an hour and now it's actually a nice place to hang out. It gets crazy dirty over the winters. I also added 2:18 minutes to my video program. I am still short six minutes. I need a six minute short.
I'm feeling generally okay, I forgot three days of morning mess in a row recently and got mildly depressed. But I pulled through! Mess equals MEDS of course, I am writing on an iPad.
The dogs, cat, and I are all grooving in the sun porch listening to Sexy Boy by Air.
I couldn't be a boy, it would annoy the he'll out of me. He'll meaning hell of course! I like spending time with women far too much to be a boy. Plus I hear their washrooms are disgusting.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Nothing more than feelings . . .
My tummy hurts! Ahhhhhh! I think that one big gallstone that is in the way is trying to go through my duct but can't get in the opening, and it's just pushing and pushing and ARG! I hate having gallstones. I want the damn thing cut out of me already, it's been a really awful couple of years. I drank three pops and some fried food and I think that's gotten to me. I have had to cut back drastically on my pop intake, and I was doing pretty good, one pop a day, my tummy wasn't bothering me. But then I had three today! Oh noes!
Anyway, that really wasn't what I wanted to talk about. What I wanted to talk about is being frustrated by my addictions and feeling like a low life trying to talk about it. FUCK! Why do I belong to stigmatized segments of society? Is it because I am an artist? No! It is because I am a Thirza, with flaws and strengths that sometimes fight with each other.
Ever since my ex told me she didn't want to be with me because I had no drive, ambition, or willpower, and that my inability to conquer my addictions reveals a character flaw, I've been using pretty hardcore! Like "OH yeah! Well fuck you I'm gonna go get drunk with my friends and puke over the side of the bed and smoke so much pot I will have forgotten you!" And it kind of worked, I did forget about her, and move on. But I also treated my body terribly and now it doesn't feel good. And maybe part of it made me throw in the towel on cutting back and so forth. Like "Well Rheanne already said I failed at quitting so I might as well FAIL!"
God my tummy hurts! One small relief is that the searing pain of having a stone go through my duct hasn't happened in a while since this horking great big stone got in the way.
Still hurts though.
A friend of mine has been pestering me to reveal feelings. I thought I already did, but I guess I am a bit closed off still. I dunno, what feelings? I have feelings about everything, but since I have a mood disorder and am being treated for it, they manifest differently than they did before. I still fall crazy in love and all that, and if a movie is really sad I will cry. Maybe I just don't feel like I have any feelings I want to share. I try to take the middle road on feelings and not get caught up in sadness or manic happiness. I dunno. So many things have happened to me in my life that I just kind of plod along like an ox pulling a plow. And then I do have wildly fantastic secret feelings that I always let slip out in subtle ways around friends. Like how I feel about certain persons and getting a goofy smile on my face when I talk about them. Really though I want to make grand gestures and get caught up in love and stuff. But it's kind of hard when one interest is recovering from major surgery and the other lives over the ocean. Kind of puts a damper on declaring feelings and so forth.
BUT REALLY! What feelings? I shall have to think of what I am feeling these days.
I am feeling anxious about my grandparents. I know they won't be around much longer and I want to see them lots. We see them probably a couple times a week. My granny is getting so frail and already her spinal discs are disintegrating. And my Grandpa doesn't hear very well anymore. They were fairly prominent in my childhood and I've always had a close bond to them. I'm scared about saying goodbye.
I am feeling a sore tummy. Oh, you know that. Well I am feeling nervous about my upcoming surgery, I am worried I will wake up on the operating table.
I'm scared for my future because I am starting my own business and haven't got any equipment yet and need to do some more work, and will always be having to do more work, and I have had to turn down work because I don't have equipment.
OH! I am happy about one new development in my life. Little Pine First Nations, my reserve, has bought land just outside of Saskatoon near Wanuskewin and my Mum and I are going to get a little plot of land and build a container house duplex with a shared kitchen and laundry room. We figure we can do it with three containers, and we will have a fence to keep out wildlife and keep in our dogs, and a hot tub, and a fire pit and a deck. And if I decide to move to a big city for a while or something, she can use my half for her studio. And because it will be reserve land, we won't have to pay taxes on anything we make and anything we order by mail.
And there will be no bloody basement!
I feel frustrated with my addictions because they are so fun and social, and while I do a lot of solitary smoking, I also have a lot of nameless friends who partake with me while chillaxing. I don't know, maybe even if I just cut out the solitary smoking. I'm confused. MY psych nurse just wants me to stop completely, but I have a lot of reservations about that.
I'm worried about a cousin of mine, because I am not sure she is really out of the danger zone yet from a mental health episode and I worry she has thrown away her medication and I don't want to see her have to go back to the hospital for a third time this year. And because I wrecked my relationship when I went off my meds, I am worried about people going off their meds. Sooner or later they all seem to end up in the hospital having to take meds again, and some of those meds don't work as well if they are always being stopped and started. And also just because I know the body is really exhausted after a manic episode and typically coming down from one involves a bit of suicidal thinking. At least for me.
It's because it is embarrassing to lose control and run around with no clothes and write scores of emails to a lover which estranges them because they are so bizarre. And also because all the seratonin gets used up in a manic episode and your body has to get it back to regular levels, so you feel like the best option is to walk off a bridge or something. And some people do it, as we well know. My post-manic depressions are usually terrible and long. Like a few months. It's like you are just shell shocked with all the risky things you did while you were crazy and are trying to make sense of yourself again.
This whole thing about feelings is silly. I repress my feelings! I could want to jump on someone and kiss them all over and all I will do is say hello and make some stupid joke.
I don't feel bad about being into Rheanne for so long though. I gave it a shot! I worked long and hard for it! But it was never to be. At least I tried, at least I didn't walk away from my feelings about her. At least I communicated my feelings to her. But she thinks I'm a loser! Whatever, what am I supposed to do about that? She and I haven't even spent time together since March 2007, so much has changed! I am sane now, mostly. Predominantly sane.
The thing is, if I am sleeping with someone I totally tell them all my feelings, even feelings I didn't know I was feeling. And not even just happy feelings, I tell them sad ones and angry ones and all the rest. I'll tell them a feeling I had in grade nine! I totally open up to women when I have sex with them. Not like, DURING sex, except for lovey lusty feelings of course. But after sex, before sex, between having sex and going for breakfast. And during cuddly times. I can keep very few things secret from my lovers. I like to think that is a plus in dating me.
That being said, I do keep some secrets secret from EVERYONE, believe it or not. Things that are between me and God!
Today I got sad while I ate my bacon. I thought about the pig who died to give me bacon and what kind of factory farmed life it had and was it meaningful and who was I to have an animal killed just so I could eat? Why is it's life less meaningful than mine? And I was thinking all these things and I couldn't stop eating the bacon because it tasted so good, so I tried to remember how humans have survived on meat for thousands of years and this is just what we do to survive and then I thought "This music is making me think about the sadness of eating meat!" And then I said to my friend "This music is depressing!"
No it's not, she said. And I ate my last piece of bacon.
Anyway, that really wasn't what I wanted to talk about. What I wanted to talk about is being frustrated by my addictions and feeling like a low life trying to talk about it. FUCK! Why do I belong to stigmatized segments of society? Is it because I am an artist? No! It is because I am a Thirza, with flaws and strengths that sometimes fight with each other.
Ever since my ex told me she didn't want to be with me because I had no drive, ambition, or willpower, and that my inability to conquer my addictions reveals a character flaw, I've been using pretty hardcore! Like "OH yeah! Well fuck you I'm gonna go get drunk with my friends and puke over the side of the bed and smoke so much pot I will have forgotten you!" And it kind of worked, I did forget about her, and move on. But I also treated my body terribly and now it doesn't feel good. And maybe part of it made me throw in the towel on cutting back and so forth. Like "Well Rheanne already said I failed at quitting so I might as well FAIL!"
God my tummy hurts! One small relief is that the searing pain of having a stone go through my duct hasn't happened in a while since this horking great big stone got in the way.
Still hurts though.
A friend of mine has been pestering me to reveal feelings. I thought I already did, but I guess I am a bit closed off still. I dunno, what feelings? I have feelings about everything, but since I have a mood disorder and am being treated for it, they manifest differently than they did before. I still fall crazy in love and all that, and if a movie is really sad I will cry. Maybe I just don't feel like I have any feelings I want to share. I try to take the middle road on feelings and not get caught up in sadness or manic happiness. I dunno. So many things have happened to me in my life that I just kind of plod along like an ox pulling a plow. And then I do have wildly fantastic secret feelings that I always let slip out in subtle ways around friends. Like how I feel about certain persons and getting a goofy smile on my face when I talk about them. Really though I want to make grand gestures and get caught up in love and stuff. But it's kind of hard when one interest is recovering from major surgery and the other lives over the ocean. Kind of puts a damper on declaring feelings and so forth.
BUT REALLY! What feelings? I shall have to think of what I am feeling these days.
I am feeling anxious about my grandparents. I know they won't be around much longer and I want to see them lots. We see them probably a couple times a week. My granny is getting so frail and already her spinal discs are disintegrating. And my Grandpa doesn't hear very well anymore. They were fairly prominent in my childhood and I've always had a close bond to them. I'm scared about saying goodbye.
I am feeling a sore tummy. Oh, you know that. Well I am feeling nervous about my upcoming surgery, I am worried I will wake up on the operating table.
I'm scared for my future because I am starting my own business and haven't got any equipment yet and need to do some more work, and will always be having to do more work, and I have had to turn down work because I don't have equipment.
OH! I am happy about one new development in my life. Little Pine First Nations, my reserve, has bought land just outside of Saskatoon near Wanuskewin and my Mum and I are going to get a little plot of land and build a container house duplex with a shared kitchen and laundry room. We figure we can do it with three containers, and we will have a fence to keep out wildlife and keep in our dogs, and a hot tub, and a fire pit and a deck. And if I decide to move to a big city for a while or something, she can use my half for her studio. And because it will be reserve land, we won't have to pay taxes on anything we make and anything we order by mail.
And there will be no bloody basement!
I feel frustrated with my addictions because they are so fun and social, and while I do a lot of solitary smoking, I also have a lot of nameless friends who partake with me while chillaxing. I don't know, maybe even if I just cut out the solitary smoking. I'm confused. MY psych nurse just wants me to stop completely, but I have a lot of reservations about that.
I'm worried about a cousin of mine, because I am not sure she is really out of the danger zone yet from a mental health episode and I worry she has thrown away her medication and I don't want to see her have to go back to the hospital for a third time this year. And because I wrecked my relationship when I went off my meds, I am worried about people going off their meds. Sooner or later they all seem to end up in the hospital having to take meds again, and some of those meds don't work as well if they are always being stopped and started. And also just because I know the body is really exhausted after a manic episode and typically coming down from one involves a bit of suicidal thinking. At least for me.
It's because it is embarrassing to lose control and run around with no clothes and write scores of emails to a lover which estranges them because they are so bizarre. And also because all the seratonin gets used up in a manic episode and your body has to get it back to regular levels, so you feel like the best option is to walk off a bridge or something. And some people do it, as we well know. My post-manic depressions are usually terrible and long. Like a few months. It's like you are just shell shocked with all the risky things you did while you were crazy and are trying to make sense of yourself again.
This whole thing about feelings is silly. I repress my feelings! I could want to jump on someone and kiss them all over and all I will do is say hello and make some stupid joke.
I don't feel bad about being into Rheanne for so long though. I gave it a shot! I worked long and hard for it! But it was never to be. At least I tried, at least I didn't walk away from my feelings about her. At least I communicated my feelings to her. But she thinks I'm a loser! Whatever, what am I supposed to do about that? She and I haven't even spent time together since March 2007, so much has changed! I am sane now, mostly. Predominantly sane.
The thing is, if I am sleeping with someone I totally tell them all my feelings, even feelings I didn't know I was feeling. And not even just happy feelings, I tell them sad ones and angry ones and all the rest. I'll tell them a feeling I had in grade nine! I totally open up to women when I have sex with them. Not like, DURING sex, except for lovey lusty feelings of course. But after sex, before sex, between having sex and going for breakfast. And during cuddly times. I can keep very few things secret from my lovers. I like to think that is a plus in dating me.
That being said, I do keep some secrets secret from EVERYONE, believe it or not. Things that are between me and God!
Today I got sad while I ate my bacon. I thought about the pig who died to give me bacon and what kind of factory farmed life it had and was it meaningful and who was I to have an animal killed just so I could eat? Why is it's life less meaningful than mine? And I was thinking all these things and I couldn't stop eating the bacon because it tasted so good, so I tried to remember how humans have survived on meat for thousands of years and this is just what we do to survive and then I thought "This music is making me think about the sadness of eating meat!" And then I said to my friend "This music is depressing!"
No it's not, she said. And I ate my last piece of bacon.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I am terrible at cleaning. PERIOD!
As you may know, I am supposed to be inhabiting my mother's basement, like many unfortunates my age who can't afford rent in other places. I don't spend a lot of time in the basement though. At first I thought it was because I think the basement is haunted. But lots of parts of the house have had weird things happen in them, not just the basement. Now I have come to accept, it is because the basement is a horrid mess.
And it's supposed to be all clean for my business.
So today I worked on it some. I actually cleaned the bathroom and found a spider and did some laundry which covered my bedroom floor. I also moved some boxes from near the bedroom/future office to a storage area just beside the bathroom. But there is still so much to be done, and it is so big! I feel really ineffectual, even though the bathroom looks good finally.
I just found out my speed dating is probably not going to happen tonight. I feel so disappointed? Where's the sapphic single ladies?? All the single ladies . . .
I need to get out of the house tonight, I don't want to stay in yet again. I don't know what I could do. My one friend is going to the gym. I could go work out. I have my period though, and I hate tampons because I bleed too heavy, so maybe swimming is out for me.
Once I did get my period in the pool, and I found this clot floating next to me. Periods are weird man!
Especially my fibroid enhanced periods.
I wish I could see the ultrasounds of my gallbladder and uterus.
I’m looking forward to the day I don’t have my period anymore. It doesn’t make me feel any more connected to being a woman. It makes me feel vulnerable to bears and cougars!
So I was having this conversation with my friend Robin yesterday about how we read articles online about cleaning instead of just actually cleaning, or how to stop procrastinating, while using it as an excuse to procrastinate. I’m really terrible at this. I’ve probably also spent more time reading books on how to have an awesome sex life than actually doing so. I sure as hell haven’t logged enough mileage.
I also like to write about doing things instead of doing them. Sometimes.
OMG! Did you hear about this killer named Twitchell in Edmonton who was a filmmaker who made a film about killing someone a certain way, and then actually did it. WTF? He also wrote this whole confessional diary about it.
And he was obsessed with Dexter.
Well I was obsessed with Ab Fab but I didn’t turn into a drug taking booze hound! Ha ha ha, wait.
There are two skeletons at the University of Saskatchewan named Dexter and Sinister. At least there used to be.
Once my cousin told me about this haunted cave in Mexico where you could see skeletons dancing. I wish I could find out more about it. We were going to host a paranormal show and investigate haunted places and scream. We were good at screaming. But honestly, I don’t think I can be a paranormal investigator. I’d prefer to stay away from it. I’m tired of being around it.
Maybe I should save some eggs. I wonder if Indian Affairs covers cryogenic egg preserving since I will be getting an ablation.
Once when I was at Hantleman I wandered all over campus looking for my glasses (they were under the bed back at Hantleman, but I was crazy) and I stumbled on the cryogenics facility. It just had this happy little sign that said “Cryogenics” and that was all I saw. And then I came back to the ward and got my glasses.
I need my glasses at all times!
And it's supposed to be all clean for my business.
So today I worked on it some. I actually cleaned the bathroom and found a spider and did some laundry which covered my bedroom floor. I also moved some boxes from near the bedroom/future office to a storage area just beside the bathroom. But there is still so much to be done, and it is so big! I feel really ineffectual, even though the bathroom looks good finally.
I just found out my speed dating is probably not going to happen tonight. I feel so disappointed? Where's the sapphic single ladies?? All the single ladies . . .
I need to get out of the house tonight, I don't want to stay in yet again. I don't know what I could do. My one friend is going to the gym. I could go work out. I have my period though, and I hate tampons because I bleed too heavy, so maybe swimming is out for me.
Once I did get my period in the pool, and I found this clot floating next to me. Periods are weird man!
Especially my fibroid enhanced periods.
I wish I could see the ultrasounds of my gallbladder and uterus.
I’m looking forward to the day I don’t have my period anymore. It doesn’t make me feel any more connected to being a woman. It makes me feel vulnerable to bears and cougars!
So I was having this conversation with my friend Robin yesterday about how we read articles online about cleaning instead of just actually cleaning, or how to stop procrastinating, while using it as an excuse to procrastinate. I’m really terrible at this. I’ve probably also spent more time reading books on how to have an awesome sex life than actually doing so. I sure as hell haven’t logged enough mileage.
I also like to write about doing things instead of doing them. Sometimes.
OMG! Did you hear about this killer named Twitchell in Edmonton who was a filmmaker who made a film about killing someone a certain way, and then actually did it. WTF? He also wrote this whole confessional diary about it.
And he was obsessed with Dexter.
Well I was obsessed with Ab Fab but I didn’t turn into a drug taking booze hound! Ha ha ha, wait.
There are two skeletons at the University of Saskatchewan named Dexter and Sinister. At least there used to be.
Once my cousin told me about this haunted cave in Mexico where you could see skeletons dancing. I wish I could find out more about it. We were going to host a paranormal show and investigate haunted places and scream. We were good at screaming. But honestly, I don’t think I can be a paranormal investigator. I’d prefer to stay away from it. I’m tired of being around it.
Maybe I should save some eggs. I wonder if Indian Affairs covers cryogenic egg preserving since I will be getting an ablation.
Once when I was at Hantleman I wandered all over campus looking for my glasses (they were under the bed back at Hantleman, but I was crazy) and I stumbled on the cryogenics facility. It just had this happy little sign that said “Cryogenics” and that was all I saw. And then I came back to the ward and got my glasses.
I need my glasses at all times!
Monday, April 11, 2011
I am not a Deer!
I spend a lot of time with my mother and grandmother. My grandfather as well. But he doesn't get called dear. My grandma HATES being called Dear. She thinks it's degrading to her as an old lady. And my mum, who recently quit dyeing her hair, has also been called a Dear.
The funny thing is Grandma used to call me Dear when I was younger. I would get upset and say "I am not a deer!" thinking she was calling me an ungulate. "Oh Dear!" she would say, and I would repeat "I am not a Deer!"
Kids are weird, even I was weird. Also when my mom said "Look, an antelope!" I would say "I don't see any cantaloupe!" I was expecting a field of melons. Not those tiny ungulates.
I am at home wanting to go out. I hate feeling like I am stuck at home. I want to be drinking a beer or hanging out or in a car or SOMETHING! Oh mans! Well, at least tomorrow night I am at Lesbian Speed Dating! From meeting to uhaul in one night!
I don't know what to expect. I am not really expecting to meet someone, but you never know!
I'm getting sleepy now. I don't know why I ever said I wanted to leave the house, now I just want to crawl into bed and sleep the night away!
The funny thing is Grandma used to call me Dear when I was younger. I would get upset and say "I am not a deer!" thinking she was calling me an ungulate. "Oh Dear!" she would say, and I would repeat "I am not a Deer!"
Kids are weird, even I was weird. Also when my mom said "Look, an antelope!" I would say "I don't see any cantaloupe!" I was expecting a field of melons. Not those tiny ungulates.
I am at home wanting to go out. I hate feeling like I am stuck at home. I want to be drinking a beer or hanging out or in a car or SOMETHING! Oh mans! Well, at least tomorrow night I am at Lesbian Speed Dating! From meeting to uhaul in one night!
I don't know what to expect. I am not really expecting to meet someone, but you never know!
I'm getting sleepy now. I don't know why I ever said I wanted to leave the house, now I just want to crawl into bed and sleep the night away!
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
No clever title
Life's been eventful. We saved the dogs when they ate rat poison and a couple relatives had to visit the hospital. SO DRAMATIC!
The dogs now get a Vitamin K oral suspension once a day for the next month. They are doing pretty good with it, the first day they were kind of upset about it because the vet had made them throw up and then eat activated charcoal and our technique for putting the syringe in their mouths wasn't very good. But it's in peanut oil and they actually think it is pretty tasty now, so it's not too difficult anymore, especially when they all line up to get it now.
The vet said we had very well behaved dogs. And they really liked them, one was talking to Mister just before we left telling him how cute he was. And my mother thinks that the vet who saved them is a lesbian and I should date her. Ha ha ha!
I should date a vet, that would be handy to have in the family. We have one cat and three dogs altogether! That's a lot of little furry souls!
Arthur is the one who gets all this food they eat that they aren't supposed to. He is a menace! I told Mum there should be a movie about her and him starring Tantoo Cardinal. An academic and her bad dog. Ha ha! It could be the neechie Marley and Me.
I've been taking my meds really well lately, I only missed one night dose last week. And I haven't used my sleeping pills in a really long time. YAY me!
Sometimes a change in seasons can tip off an episode. And everything is finally melting away here. Enough to go for a walk, I dare say! And I have another funny confession: I am afraid to go for walks because that is what I did when I was manic, I walked and walked and walked. Granted I am not walking such great distances, I just want to go walk around the neighborhood and look at stuff and think.
My mum told me they have discovered that exercise is better for your brain than doing sudoko and all those little puzzles, especially exercise where they tell you what to do. And I am trying to be healthier. My mental health is really good, I just need to bring the rest of it up to snuff. And I want to try to avoid getting dementia when I get old. I had a group home roommate with dementia and it was horrible! She was on her way to a higher care place, because she just didn't know what was going on or how to take care of herself. I don't want that to happen to me, my brain is weird enough already.
Which means I should really try and quit that thing I love. Dammit! BUT I LOVE IT!
:'(
I am coming up to taking a break from it until my birthday anyway. MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP! I will be 33! Old timey lady! LOL. "I remember riot grrls! I remember the Challenger exploding!"
And the colored girls say do do do do do do do.
I just took a walk! I have been avoiding walking around while it's slushy and icy, but it has finally melted away enough that there are only some puddles everywhere. And I was able to avoid the deep ones. Sometimes you'll come to a puddle and think it's okay to step in, but there is ice at the bottom and you get soaked falling in. That happened to me once. I felt so embarrassed walking home all wet. I was a teenager so I was embarrassed way easier back then. Now of course so many embarrassing things have happened to me. Going crazy is embarrassing. Losing control. It pisses a lot of people off, and that always made me feel bad. Later.
Anyway, I also bought a coke at the store, so maybe that negated my walk.
MUCH LATER. . .
I've been waiting for mom to get back home. I cashed in some Air Miles and bought two nights out at the movie for two people. I think my mom will get one and the other one I will save for . . . hmmm, I dunno! A special friend!
And I got 25 bucks worth of Kernels popcorn! I have a mother's day present~! Although I hope she buys me some popcorn too. OMG! I wonder if she and I could go to Circle Centre tonight and get movie popcorn!? That would be sweet.
Well, I guess that concludes this blog. I mean, I will write more later, but this entry is over!
The dogs now get a Vitamin K oral suspension once a day for the next month. They are doing pretty good with it, the first day they were kind of upset about it because the vet had made them throw up and then eat activated charcoal and our technique for putting the syringe in their mouths wasn't very good. But it's in peanut oil and they actually think it is pretty tasty now, so it's not too difficult anymore, especially when they all line up to get it now.
The vet said we had very well behaved dogs. And they really liked them, one was talking to Mister just before we left telling him how cute he was. And my mother thinks that the vet who saved them is a lesbian and I should date her. Ha ha ha!
I should date a vet, that would be handy to have in the family. We have one cat and three dogs altogether! That's a lot of little furry souls!
Arthur is the one who gets all this food they eat that they aren't supposed to. He is a menace! I told Mum there should be a movie about her and him starring Tantoo Cardinal. An academic and her bad dog. Ha ha! It could be the neechie Marley and Me.
I've been taking my meds really well lately, I only missed one night dose last week. And I haven't used my sleeping pills in a really long time. YAY me!
Sometimes a change in seasons can tip off an episode. And everything is finally melting away here. Enough to go for a walk, I dare say! And I have another funny confession: I am afraid to go for walks because that is what I did when I was manic, I walked and walked and walked. Granted I am not walking such great distances, I just want to go walk around the neighborhood and look at stuff and think.
My mum told me they have discovered that exercise is better for your brain than doing sudoko and all those little puzzles, especially exercise where they tell you what to do. And I am trying to be healthier. My mental health is really good, I just need to bring the rest of it up to snuff. And I want to try to avoid getting dementia when I get old. I had a group home roommate with dementia and it was horrible! She was on her way to a higher care place, because she just didn't know what was going on or how to take care of herself. I don't want that to happen to me, my brain is weird enough already.
Which means I should really try and quit that thing I love. Dammit! BUT I LOVE IT!
:'(
I am coming up to taking a break from it until my birthday anyway. MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP! I will be 33! Old timey lady! LOL. "I remember riot grrls! I remember the Challenger exploding!"
And the colored girls say do do do do do do do.
I just took a walk! I have been avoiding walking around while it's slushy and icy, but it has finally melted away enough that there are only some puddles everywhere. And I was able to avoid the deep ones. Sometimes you'll come to a puddle and think it's okay to step in, but there is ice at the bottom and you get soaked falling in. That happened to me once. I felt so embarrassed walking home all wet. I was a teenager so I was embarrassed way easier back then. Now of course so many embarrassing things have happened to me. Going crazy is embarrassing. Losing control. It pisses a lot of people off, and that always made me feel bad. Later.
Anyway, I also bought a coke at the store, so maybe that negated my walk.
MUCH LATER. . .
I've been waiting for mom to get back home. I cashed in some Air Miles and bought two nights out at the movie for two people. I think my mom will get one and the other one I will save for . . . hmmm, I dunno! A special friend!
And I got 25 bucks worth of Kernels popcorn! I have a mother's day present~! Although I hope she buys me some popcorn too. OMG! I wonder if she and I could go to Circle Centre tonight and get movie popcorn!? That would be sweet.
Well, I guess that concludes this blog. I mean, I will write more later, but this entry is over!
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