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@dutchbarracuda
Introduction
I forgot you can pin posts to your profile on Tumblr. So let's do a Fediverse style #Introduction
Hi, you can call me Dutch. Jack of all Trades recovering from burnout, and an unsocial hermit, bound to a lovely seaside town with dubious local characters.
sorry this was going to be a tags addition because I only get to use my coated pantone swatchbook like 6 times a year when i have a new enamel pin to design, but...
METALLIC GOLD PANTIES ????
REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.
Imagine if we did the “public libraries are punk” thing for other subcultures. Imagine if people made shirts that said “Soup kitchens are grunge” or “Mixed Use Urbanism is Juggalo”.
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☆Rainbow Sword☆
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bisexual sword
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A lightsaber
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lesbian sword
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for the dagger users amongus
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CHAINSAW
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fire sword
God I love tumblr. Where else am I gonna get a post with so many swords!!!
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Long ride
So this morning I started on a ride. I knew it was going to be hot, but it turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and the hottest May ever recorded... so far.
I didn't have a plan per se, just a direction, and that was a pub run by a man who I've known for over half my life and consider a brother. No idea if I actually had the energy to make the full trip, but eh, why not. Waste of a perfect riding day otherwise.
What can I say, I'm still coming down from it. I made it all the way to Tottenham, before discovering it was a football match day. But I got to see my bro for first time in years, even if only briefly.
The ride back was longer than expected due to accidents on the road, but it also provided a perfect environment for me to practice filtering through traffic.
And I also forgot to put my snood back on. I can feel the sun's burning caress on the back of my neck still.
The best part was riding through Epping Forest, and Waze sending me up and down country lanes to bypass traffic (though I don't think it did much good). Oh it was heaven.
In the end I did about 150 miles in just under 5 hours total. For a newbie, that feels like a lot, and even now I'm still utterly exhausted. So worth it though, absolutely. One other bonus is I finally got to use my 360 cam, at least for half the journey. Editing the footage now to maybe do a few clips.
A little tied up
I recently had a rant about not censoring one self, so I'll let the chips lie where they fall with this one.
From time to time I dabble in the spicier side of life, and part of that is crafting things for bondage, BDSM, SM, kinks and fetishes. I absolutely love making things that become part of someone's pleasurable experiences.
Also, my Shibari rope has seen better days, so what better way to get back into the 'swing' of things that to make my own Shibari rope (again).
Buy 50m, cut it to lengths, clean it, in this case boiling the hell out of it,
Then spending a good amount of time breaking it in, burning of the stray bits, and then conditioning it.
Results may differ, but in the end I have a nice set of rope, softer but still a little rough, clean and tidy.
Now just need to find the time and energy to get a little... knotty.
Re: Censorship and sanitization of language (and other things).
Do not censor yourself. Write the words, say the things, do not replace letters with * or anything or a cutesy alternative. If you need to say something that includes a word that is not advertiser friendly or family friendly, say it anyway. We are all grown ups on the internet, and even children need to be able to articulate what they want or need to say. Algorithms and shadow bans for saying words like kill, fuck, shit, paedophile, rapist, genocide, etc, are not a replacement for proper moderation. It is by context and interpretation that social media should be moderated, and not by an automated system that can't read between the lines.
Addendum: Free speech does not mean free from the consequences of shitty statements and threats.
BIKEANTHROPE LORE?? 🌕🏍️
Allow me to introduce yall to a wacky motorcycle/biker horror I've been developing. Of course it's just werewolves with a twist. I won a character in a raffle a while back and got this crazy idea, happy reading. (Dagan was designed by Archenys on Toyhouse)
As a monster hunter, Van Helsing probably rides a cruiser. I have no idea why, but the imagery appeals. (The Hugh Jackman imagery that is)
Job search failure
I had hesitated because I thought it might be considered unprofessional, but reached out to my friend find out whether I had succeeded or not on a job interview. Friend told me I hadn't and gave me some feedback, (which is the first time in 20 years anyone has ever bothered to do so).
I have gotten so close, countless times.
Put in the application, detailed answers, well prepared interview, good questions and answers, all very personable and professional regardless of the position. Top 10 applicants. Top 5! TOP 3!
"Sorry, we're going with a stronger applicant."
ARE THEY FUCKING SUPERMAN?
"Oh, but I'm sure you'll get something else. You're a great guy."
Apparently not! Second best, every fucking time. Just not good enough for any one other than the supermarket employing racists and bigots.
It doesn't matter if I apply for something labour intensive, artisanal, office, customer service, or fucking anything, it's always just not good enough.
"Well why don't you go self employed?"
BITCH WHY DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO GET A DECENT PAYING JOB?
I need a workshop, tools, equipment, and supplies for what I want to do. I need to be able to support my family and help keep us housed!
Without the benefits we receive, we are SO FUCKING below the poverty line. We JUST about make do now, in the cheapest fucking place in the area that doesn't result in breathing in mould. I don't drink or smoke or go out, BECAUSE I FUCKING CAN'T AFFORD IT.
And this has been the case for years, for most of my adult life. Minimum wage, never full time, never enough to get us out of the hole we live in, but not so little we starve. Always dangling the potential of the future without a guarantee.
I'm so fucking tired.
Job search
It's the fucking waiting for a reply that's driving me fucking insane!
It doesn't matter how unlikely it is for me to get the job, because if there is even a miniscule iota of a chance, my AuDHD brain will have random flights of fancy imagining having a full time job, a frigging career, being gainfully employed, water cooler moments, commuting, having an acceptable work/life balance, and the potential for promotions.
I am so fucking sick of part time bullshit, the supposed flexibility, the random fucking schedules that managers pull out of their arses for no apparent reason than "This works best for everyone.".
Would I love to be self-employed? Of fucking course I would be, but for that to happen I need a modicum of stability to get started on that, and a fucking workshop because the shit I want to make doesn't fit in an apartment living room, nor are the tools conducive to close living quarters.
Motherfucks give me an universal basic income and I will show you fucking deviant wonders and delights!
Boots Theory
The annual application of 'The Sam Vimes Boots Theory Of Socioeconomic Unfairness' has been applied.
AKA, Dutch can tell where he's walking with his eyes shut, just by the feel of the pavement through the waifer thin soles of his boots, so needs to fork out for a new pair.
Braindump
It has been a rather busy and slightly intense week. I had three job interviews that all went very well, but required me to basically shake the dust off my brain and rev it up.
I'm not saying working in a supermarket can't be hard or difficult, but it's hardly cerebrally challenging. My town isn't known for it's intellectual acuity, common sense nor empathy. These interviews required suits, corporate attitude, a change of language and vernacular, and consciously masking until I get to a point where unmasking wont have a detrimental effect.
Admittedly it's also felt good. Regardless of whether I get an offer from any of them, I've enjoyed the challenge and I'll look for similar in the future. Saying that should I get 3 rejections next week, chances are I'll spiral into depression for a bit.
In my whole 23 years of adult life, I have never worked an office 9-5 except for a dubious 4 week work placement exploitation. Armed with the awareness of my neurodivergence, and hopefully an accepting and supportive work environment, I think I can overcome what's kept me from actually achieving a decent paying job.
