Oh alright so that’s what that is! I couldn’t tell if it was a shirt or what. I dig.
Questionsssss, oh questions I do not understand. But I think it’s a good general rule that if someone, particularly a stranger, appears “sad” that it could possibly be impolite or intrusive to out of the blue ask why it is they look that way?
You don’t have an askbox available so I’m just gonna publish this I guess.
I’m not quite sure what I’m looking at. I mean I recognize the screencap I posted, but what is going on here, what have you done with it? Whatever it is I think I like it.
Yeahhhh definitely one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me. I remember the date, it was December 30, 200…8? My roommate and I had just moved into this real shithole (I would very soon learn, deathtrap) of an apartment complex that has recently been demolished and transformed into ~luxury apartments. I am by no means fancy and my standards are uh low, but this place was pretty fucking bad. But yeah it’s our first night in this place, we have a friend who’s helped us carry stuff up and down stairs all day staying over, won’t it be nice if I cook just a little something? Most everything is still in boxes so I grab a few necessary implements starting in on some rice something-or-other. The stove has been on all of, I don’t know, probably five minutes when I haphazardly touch a fork to the pot. POP! I mean fucking loud, man. All I saw was bright blue light. Helper buddy in the living room saw it too. My friends in construction later told me what I saw was the “big blue basketball.” I don’t know if that’s a term that’s widely used but it fucking works for me. Knocked me back a few feet. Blew a hole through the sturdy stainless steel pot. I checked just now - I just knew I still had that pot in the closet, but I don’t see it. Anyway, yeah. Luckily I was wearing flimsy little shoes with flimsy rubber soles. Burned up my fingers. My hair, my glasses. The zipper on my hoodie felt hot. It’s a fucked up thing that should not have happened.
Do I want to work with people I’ve just met that I probably don’t really like? No no no.
Do I want I want the kind of recognition that could lead to? Absolutely no.
Without asking myself any more questions those two negatives pretty much wipe out any possibility of my ever being interested in involving myself with the Porn Industry proper, not in the capacity I’m sure you’re asking after. I do, however, have some experience working by myself and for myself. And I do have hopes of returning to something like that someday with the help of my trusted and loving partner. Maybe about -30 lbs from now, lol wink emoticon.
Why would you reblog that though?