Yesterday was the anniversary of handing in my final degree assignment. After that assignment was done, I was meant to be left alone to live my life but instead I was thrown back into a ten year cycle of toxic people and drama. (All I ask for in life is for people to leave me alone to get on with it, when I want or need advice I know who to ask. People interfering in my life was meant to stop when I turned 18 and then the goalposts were changed to earns a degree and then has a child, it didn't end until the law changed and awareness of people being condescending fuckwits and the damage they cause was brought to the public's attention.) Oh the joys when one parent is so controlling and has toddler style temper tantrums that your other parent is driven so insane they won't function again for the rest of their life. I usually acknowledge the anniversary of handing in this assignment. Mainly because the best way to prevent other people being chucked through that Hell is to talk about it and let people know that this bullshit goes on. A lot of people don't have the awareness. You can't change the systems that allow these cycles of abuse to continue (or even encourage it if you're in the USA or UK) if people don't know. Apparently it also gives hope to people going through it and helps them see the way out. I will acknowledge it properly when I find the time.
I did plan on posting about it this weekend (it is one of those things that takes hours) as I post every year around the anniversary but this weekend has not been a good one. I left work on Friday with what is most likely a hayfever-induced migraine (I've been taking antihistamines but they only take the edge off, my ears are swollen, which creates all sorts of problems with my head, including dizziness and compensating for that all week can result in a migraine so bad even my teeth hurt).
I spent Friday sleeping so everything I intended on doing Friday didn't get done. I did promise RJ Benetti a review of The Cum Genie (which was released last week, only on godless - godless isn't loading properly so I can't link, do search it out, it looks amazing, this is a tech problem on my end, not on godless's end). I'll be doing reviews on this website, hopefully starting from next week now. I haven't even started reading The Cum Genie yet. Yesterday was spent doing a combination of laundry and writing Stef and Tucker 5:Mile High (if you want the ebooks, get them on godless where they're half the price).
Then Eurovision was on and we came second! This is apparently the first time since 1998 that we came second. And we used to just stay at the bottom of the board, often times coming in last (except that year we entered Andrew Lloyd Webber with one of the Sugababes, or a woman who became one of the Sugababes). So this was a BIG deal for the UK last night. I took pictures of the leaderboard with us at the top and I have a photo of the split screen with the final two. Well done to Ukraine! Europe is behind you.
Which brings me to my next point...
I know I said I'll be doing cut ups of mansplaining and other triggers, which I will be. But I still report some stuff to the relevant authorities. Eurovision (even when we do badly) brings me a lot of joy. My life didn't suddenly become shit the day after I handed in my degree. It already was shit, hence putting myself through university. I wanted to change it. For many years, things like Eurovision were all I had to look forward to. Do not come onto my joyous Eurovision posts and try to lecture me (especially Eurovision, I was stuck in a relationship with someone that purposely ruined it for me). I will report you to your country's police or security service. I have nothing whatsoever to do with national politics (although I obviously have politicians and policies I detest and talk openly about the shite systems that kept me trapped for so long in a cycle of drama and trauma). I'm not responsible for whatever the UK government is doing (or the USA's for that matter). It has nothing to do with me. If you start to talk to me like I'm responsible for it, especially on something that brings me happiness, I will fucking press charges. Which is how I find myself now trying to figure out how to report something to the Nigerian authorities. I'm used to reporting stuff to the USA authorities as Americans seem to be the worst offenders (did you know a lot of their police departments do not have a way to report things online? weird). You have your own social media accounts to express your views. Do not come onto mine, which tend to be shallow, non-offensive and non-political for a reason (any additional stress could kill me, plus the arguing with people steals my joy and my time). I don't go onto the status updates of people I don't agree with and start arguments with them. I scroll away. That's what functional people do (seriously, the people that go onto statuses to argue are not functional, I've known a lot of them over the years in person and all of them are royally fucked up, the online stuff is only when the people in their life have told them to fuck off).
And I finally have a link to Sex God: Ultimate Pleasure Machine (I hope this is working as I can't physically see the website, I've just copied and pasted the link from the email). But there was a typo in the cover (thank you to one of my childhood friends for pointing it out, I've fixed it now). So I had to fix that.
PS I am aware 56 Seconds is no longer available. That is going to be a very special re-issue because that book is so special. There might be a few copies floating about in the wild. I do have a few so you can message me on social media about buying one. Becoming is still available. The events in 56 Seconds happen after the events in Becoming so you can read in chronological order. As always, I recommend getting the paperback, but Becoming is available in kindle.
And now for some pictures. My final day of university after I handed in my assignment (that was a victory, I think my mother was in the hospital so I was allowed to stay out a bit with my friends), the fixed cover and Eurovision pictures of the TV with us at the top of the leaderboard coming in second (we were at the top for most of the voting and won the judge's vote) plus the split screen.
On that thought, I can work on Stef and Tucker for a good hour before I have to do the ironing and clean the bathroom. Both these things suck. Maybe not as bad as Finland's Eurovision entry but still pretty bad. And maybe I'll get to start reading The Cum Genie before bed. I go to bed extra early with these anti-histamines though.
I did plan on posting about it this weekend (it is one of those things that takes hours) as I post every year around the anniversary but this weekend has not been a good one. I left work on Friday with what is most likely a hayfever-induced migraine (I've been taking antihistamines but they only take the edge off, my ears are swollen, which creates all sorts of problems with my head, including dizziness and compensating for that all week can result in a migraine so bad even my teeth hurt).
I spent Friday sleeping so everything I intended on doing Friday didn't get done. I did promise RJ Benetti a review of The Cum Genie (which was released last week, only on godless - godless isn't loading properly so I can't link, do search it out, it looks amazing, this is a tech problem on my end, not on godless's end). I'll be doing reviews on this website, hopefully starting from next week now. I haven't even started reading The Cum Genie yet. Yesterday was spent doing a combination of laundry and writing Stef and Tucker 5:Mile High (if you want the ebooks, get them on godless where they're half the price).
Then Eurovision was on and we came second! This is apparently the first time since 1998 that we came second. And we used to just stay at the bottom of the board, often times coming in last (except that year we entered Andrew Lloyd Webber with one of the Sugababes, or a woman who became one of the Sugababes). So this was a BIG deal for the UK last night. I took pictures of the leaderboard with us at the top and I have a photo of the split screen with the final two. Well done to Ukraine! Europe is behind you.
Which brings me to my next point...
I know I said I'll be doing cut ups of mansplaining and other triggers, which I will be. But I still report some stuff to the relevant authorities. Eurovision (even when we do badly) brings me a lot of joy. My life didn't suddenly become shit the day after I handed in my degree. It already was shit, hence putting myself through university. I wanted to change it. For many years, things like Eurovision were all I had to look forward to. Do not come onto my joyous Eurovision posts and try to lecture me (especially Eurovision, I was stuck in a relationship with someone that purposely ruined it for me). I will report you to your country's police or security service. I have nothing whatsoever to do with national politics (although I obviously have politicians and policies I detest and talk openly about the shite systems that kept me trapped for so long in a cycle of drama and trauma). I'm not responsible for whatever the UK government is doing (or the USA's for that matter). It has nothing to do with me. If you start to talk to me like I'm responsible for it, especially on something that brings me happiness, I will fucking press charges. Which is how I find myself now trying to figure out how to report something to the Nigerian authorities. I'm used to reporting stuff to the USA authorities as Americans seem to be the worst offenders (did you know a lot of their police departments do not have a way to report things online? weird). You have your own social media accounts to express your views. Do not come onto mine, which tend to be shallow, non-offensive and non-political for a reason (any additional stress could kill me, plus the arguing with people steals my joy and my time). I don't go onto the status updates of people I don't agree with and start arguments with them. I scroll away. That's what functional people do (seriously, the people that go onto statuses to argue are not functional, I've known a lot of them over the years in person and all of them are royally fucked up, the online stuff is only when the people in their life have told them to fuck off).
And I finally have a link to Sex God: Ultimate Pleasure Machine (I hope this is working as I can't physically see the website, I've just copied and pasted the link from the email). But there was a typo in the cover (thank you to one of my childhood friends for pointing it out, I've fixed it now). So I had to fix that.
PS I am aware 56 Seconds is no longer available. That is going to be a very special re-issue because that book is so special. There might be a few copies floating about in the wild. I do have a few so you can message me on social media about buying one. Becoming is still available. The events in 56 Seconds happen after the events in Becoming so you can read in chronological order. As always, I recommend getting the paperback, but Becoming is available in kindle.
And now for some pictures. My final day of university after I handed in my assignment (that was a victory, I think my mother was in the hospital so I was allowed to stay out a bit with my friends), the fixed cover and Eurovision pictures of the TV with us at the top of the leaderboard coming in second (we were at the top for most of the voting and won the judge's vote) plus the split screen.
On that thought, I can work on Stef and Tucker for a good hour before I have to do the ironing and clean the bathroom. Both these things suck. Maybe not as bad as Finland's Eurovision entry but still pretty bad. And maybe I'll get to start reading The Cum Genie before bed. I go to bed extra early with these anti-histamines though.