Saint pattys day.
Posted 10 years agoSo! Saint Patty's day has well passed and I can finally talk about it. Mostly. I might still be missing a detail or two. To explain: I woke up, 'joyfully' worked my ten hour shift, 'willingly' stayed an extra hour and a half, then headed my feathery self downtown.
Here is where the fun starts. I go into the first bar. Yes, first. Of four. So I go in, watch some girls dance a minute on the bar, them head out. Why you may ask? Because it was saint patties day and I had on nothing but black and pancake batter. Vital color missing. So began the running, literal running, weaving through crowds and for some reason (note, at this point I had not yet had a drink) jumping clear over a table in the middle of someones meal.
If you where that table in San Antonio, where a large man went flying over your Mexican food, then I'm sorry, but nice to meet you! Lets do lunch sometime.
So, eventually I got my beads, I also blew twenty on an amazing picture by a street artist, and -then - I went back to the first bar. Cue a reds apple cider, something called a 'firebomb ' which is cinnamon flavored and potent, then a mystery drink which was grapefruity. Yes, mystery drink. I handed over money andvsaid surprise me. Well. Five minutes after the last drink is done I leave, not because I'm done drinking, bug because the bar is loud, the girls dancing are bored, the mood is forced, and most of all. They have no Guinness. Cue bar number two, my favorite called 'on the rocks' smallish but still big enough, live music now and then. Free pingpong, some pool, darts and shuffleboard. Also: Guinness on tap, not bottled. Thus is drink four, and the best of the night. Cold, thick, foamy and smooth. It went down easy, filled nicely, and made me happy. Well, happier, I was happy to be out on the town for the first time anyways
Well. That's the end for now. Time for me to get to work. Comments welcome, self stories welcome even morsel.
Here is where the fun starts. I go into the first bar. Yes, first. Of four. So I go in, watch some girls dance a minute on the bar, them head out. Why you may ask? Because it was saint patties day and I had on nothing but black and pancake batter. Vital color missing. So began the running, literal running, weaving through crowds and for some reason (note, at this point I had not yet had a drink) jumping clear over a table in the middle of someones meal.
If you where that table in San Antonio, where a large man went flying over your Mexican food, then I'm sorry, but nice to meet you! Lets do lunch sometime.
So, eventually I got my beads, I also blew twenty on an amazing picture by a street artist, and -then - I went back to the first bar. Cue a reds apple cider, something called a 'firebomb ' which is cinnamon flavored and potent, then a mystery drink which was grapefruity. Yes, mystery drink. I handed over money andvsaid surprise me. Well. Five minutes after the last drink is done I leave, not because I'm done drinking, bug because the bar is loud, the girls dancing are bored, the mood is forced, and most of all. They have no Guinness. Cue bar number two, my favorite called 'on the rocks' smallish but still big enough, live music now and then. Free pingpong, some pool, darts and shuffleboard. Also: Guinness on tap, not bottled. Thus is drink four, and the best of the night. Cold, thick, foamy and smooth. It went down easy, filled nicely, and made me happy. Well, happier, I was happy to be out on the town for the first time anyways
Well. That's the end for now. Time for me to get to work. Comments welcome, self stories welcome even morsel.
Downtown!! My experiences living there.
Posted 10 years agoHey! I forgot to say, I live in downtown San Antonio now! Awesomeness. So far I've found a great tea shop / cafe, wandered the riverwalk, collected job aplicatoons, aaaaaand I even went and had a martini at the tower of Americas. Yes, that's right, a gryphon sipping a martini (stop snickering, they're tasty and wondrously alcoholic) some twenty to thirty stories above San Antonio. Lets see. Wandered around in a suit for a bit after I went to grand jury selections. Found it awesome and comfy. Especially with the suspenders. We have some historic bars around here that make me want to fuck with drunks. Dress up in Victorian finery then go there to ask the drunkest ones how they came by such outlandish cloths. Get some likewise dressed freinds and we might convince him it really is the early 1900's!
Oh! The riverwalk at night is amazing. So many colors and sound and people, but it hasn't even hit full on tourist season yet! Buildings lit in rainbow colors, so many good smelling foods, plus even horse drawn carriages made up like fantasy ones! From the distance you can't see the horses, so it just looks like a fairy covered carriage gliding through the night. So amazing.
Well, that's enough for now. Tell you more later, and hit me up if you're local or know any great spots.
P.s. I think I need a new word. Amazing is getting worn out real fast.
Oh! The riverwalk at night is amazing. So many colors and sound and people, but it hasn't even hit full on tourist season yet! Buildings lit in rainbow colors, so many good smelling foods, plus even horse drawn carriages made up like fantasy ones! From the distance you can't see the horses, so it just looks like a fairy covered carriage gliding through the night. So amazing.
Well, that's enough for now. Tell you more later, and hit me up if you're local or know any great spots.
P.s. I think I need a new word. Amazing is getting worn out real fast.
Downtown!! My experiences living there.
Posted 10 years agoHey! I forgot to say, I live in downtown San Antonio now! Awesomeness. So far I've found a great tea shop / cafe, wandered the riverwalk, collected job aplicatoons, aaaaaand I even went and had a martini at the tower of Americas. Yes, that's right, a gryphon sipping a martini (stop snickering, they're tasty and wondrously alcoholic) some twenty to thirty stories above San Antonio. Lets see. Wandered around in a suit for a bit after I went to grand jury selections. Found it awesome and comfy. Especially with the suspenders. We have some historic bars around here that make me want to fuck with drunks. Dress up in Victorian finery then go there to ask the drunkest ones how they came by such outlandish cloths. Get some likewise dressed freinds and we might convince him it really is the early 1900's!
Oh! The riverwalk at night is amazing. So many colors and sound and people, but it hasn't even hit full on tourist season yet! Buildings lit in rainbow colors, so many good smelling foods, plus even horse drawn carriages made up like fantasy ones! From the distance you can't see the horses, so it just looks like a fairy covered carriage gliding through the night. So amazing.
Well, that's enough for now. Tell you more later, and hit me up if you're local or know any great spots.
Oh! The riverwalk at night is amazing. So many colors and sound and people, but it hasn't even hit full on tourist season yet! Buildings lit in rainbow colors, so many good smelling foods, plus even horse drawn carriages made up like fantasy ones! From the distance you can't see the horses, so it just looks like a fairy covered carriage gliding through the night. So amazing.
Well, that's enough for now. Tell you more later, and hit me up if you're local or know any great spots.
Femboys
Posted 10 years agoSo. I've been thinking about things and all I've come up with is questions. Why is it nearly impossible to find femboys in real life? That one is simple enough. Genetics explains most and phycology the rest. Genetics limit the pool of men who fit the physical build, and phycology further limits down those who choose to embrace the model. NEXT QUESTION. Why is it so hard to find one who isn't a bitch? I've met two who aren't bitches, no names being named but a certain rodent who is among those two may read this, one of which played the main stereotype of being cutsie niave relectant and docile. The other (rodent this means you) played it pretty honest. Little shy, little wary, but was open, honest, self spoken, and worth talking to. No games, and none of that backbiting you find a lot. Is it really that hard to find boys like this? Do men have to live their lives looking for the exception to the rule?
Anyways, the point of all this is that I'm single and pondering single Guy problems, like why femboys can't be more common and also knit up. Say what they want and don't always expect to be told, catered to, or mind read.
Anyways, the point of all this is that I'm single and pondering single Guy problems, like why femboys can't be more common and also knit up. Say what they want and don't always expect to be told, catered to, or mind read.
Prostetic horns.
Posted 11 years agoSo, for Halloween I made some prosthetic horns. You know, latex, painted with makeup, a little trick to.make them glossy. After I was done I got to thinking. Maybe I could sell them? You tell me watchers, would you be interested? If you.are commont, ill get some pics uploaded and work out a price. Nothing to high, but enough to.cover supplies used and a little bit for my labor. Wont bother with pics though if I.get no responce.
Think about it, give me a shout. Trying my hand at wounds next. Then ill play with some fun ideas I have.
Think about it, give me a shout. Trying my hand at wounds next. Then ill play with some fun ideas I have.