It has been over 10 years since I started the KavTari tumblr and it is nearing 20 years since I started playing World of Warcraft. I know, I'm no longer active. I don't even have the game installed; I've moved on from the game.
The characters still voice their opinions, gripes, and all the mundane in-between. The memories of Kav and her friends having a blast while us players chatted about their demises in the background ... these are common visions in my mind.
I still haunt the tumblr threads, the blogs of those few still active and themed to their characters - these were friends and still hold a fond feeling in my mind. I browse the discord servers and lurk in the twitch chats. I'm still around, I promise, I just don't know where to go anymore.
Azeroth feels too foreign for me these days. I struggle to want to write in the world, especially with all the lore I'd need to catch up on to feel normal or relevant. My characters are outdated - stuck in the past - and my typing fingers are strained to keep up with the way I used to type out long winded emotional stories.
But let me tell you about what I'm doing instead.
Number one: I'm married! It is crazy to think about and, to be honest, I still feel stunned that it is a real thing that has happened to me. I never thought I'd get married, but now we're nearing 2 years married of 14 years together and it feels as real as it is.
Number two: When I realized I was in WoW just to socialize I switched my social platform to VRChat. I'm now actively doing world and avatar photography, setting up social events, and even in-character barista roleplay just like I wanted to keep up with as Kav. If you're in VRC, no matter what platform, I'll be happy to hang out some time.
Number three: I'm unemployed again and honestly don't know how I'll mentally make it through another set of interviews, proving myself, then getting trampled by the managers. I know what I'm good at but I don't have it as a degree and I don't have the funds to get a paper to prove that I've years of experience and cognitive thinking worth far more than the degree. (( the pie is because I feel old - my kid and my nephew are both now 18 and I'm baking pies, doing puzzles, and reading period piece romance novels. ))
Anyway, that's me. I'm still here and alive. If you want to connect, just message me. I'm slow at responding these days, but I promise I'll try to be better at it. And if you'd like to roleplay again, just say so!
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Ok so I’ve been playing for 18 years and i’m a string teacher. Can i just say how IMPORTANT it is for young kids to see a BLACK, MALE-PRESENTING PERSON playing, nae, SHREDDING on a violin? I’ve know maybe 5 black people who played stringed instruments throughout my schooling and teaching (predumably because i’m an upper middle class white woman). In districts where the population is predominantly black, funding is always low, so the instruments are crappy. Kids quit, or the program is dismantled. I’ve seen very few professional string players who are black.
Obviously there are black string players. We just don’t see them because they “don’t look like” string players.
This person is the real deal. They were clearly classically trained, and seems to have some fiddle training as well. How cool is that?
#in the article it says that the sailboat sailors were concerned because they could not be towed quickly because of the kind of boat#so they asked Götheborg what type of ship they were and warned that they would not be able to go above a certain speed#and götheborg went ' we are also a sailboat. 50 meters length. no worries :) '#and the poor sailboat sailors were just like ' That's not possible. they have to be messing with us' and then the ship Rolled Up (via bunjywunjy)
Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.
