"Kamikaze". Out. Because "Dive Bomb" is much more sensitively aware.
Wait. Was there originally a favor for Mothers Against Drunk Driving which expired? Then again, maybe they did a message for Mothers Against Awful Driving.
Are we sure that’s not just a can of beans that was deleted? It would explain the dispossessed gaseous expression as much as would beer.
The Bob Bolling run from Archie and Me #141 to 152, a lag of a couple more stories for this continuity in #154. In the array of Archie Comics history, this is an intriguing and off-beat serious-minded nook, worth a look anyways.
Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #499
I had so many pictures for you today. But... the internet in the hotel we're staying in is down for some reason, and cellphone signal here is weak, so not even mobile hotspot is working very well right now. I'll have to include the vast majority of today's pictures in tomorrow's letter. But perhaps that's just as well; I intend to do absolutely fucking nothing tomorrow, anyway.
...Or... I guess as much “nothing” as I can get away with, given that J has to figure out how to get the plane's oil changed, in any case. I'm not really sure what tomorrow's gonna look like. But I'm sure as hell gonna hope it looks like “sleeping in”, holy shit.
Today started well enough. We found an awesome pho place as we were leaving San Jose, California:
...These pictures seriously don't do the flavors of this food any justice at all. This is better even than the stuff available at home, and I gotta say, Pho Yum is pretty freaking stellar. And the kindly folks who ran the shop were lovely, too. There was certainly a bit of a language gap, since they mainly speak Vietnamese. But we all mostly understand gestures and smiles. We also both understand the phrase “fresh avocado”; the lady shopkeep was suggesting we get their avocado smoothie, because it was fresh and delicious, and they absolutely were not wrong!!
We then flew for a very long time, in chunks of time between 45 minutes and 2 and a half hours. I think we stopped at 2 or 3 airports to refuel; my memory of it was kind of fuzzy because, once again, I was drifting in and out of sleep.
I did still manage to get some amazing pictures of the scenery, though. I can't wait to show you tomorrow.
In any case, the plan was to fly all the way to Portland, Oregon from San Jose, California. And we did! We were successful! Yay!
A relative of J's (his name is Je) was supposed to pick us up from the airport and bring us to an empty apartment that another one of J's relatives in the area (her name is Mg) was connected to. Je also promised cheeseburgers, which was also pretty rad!
Disconcerting, though, was Je's apparent anxiety and inability to maintain a coherent flow of thought. This became more and more apparent the closer we got to Portland; despite me asking him several times to text me instead of call me (because we were in the flying plane, and that's so loud you can't hear anything else), he kept calling me to re-ask the same questions, primarily about what we wanted on our burgers. Which I had, by that point, already answered. Multiple times.
We did arrive at the airport. Je kept trying to call me, despite my asking him to wait until we finished tying down the plane. And then we had to find him; he had gone to the commercial passenger parking lot, which was different from our parking lot. Trying to explain to him that airports typically have more than one parking lot was an exercise in frustration. Trying to explain to him that we had some heavy bags and didn't know where he was parked was an exercise in frustration. Trying to get him to stay on topic was an exercise in frustration. Trying to get him to recognize the nearby airport tower (very distinctive; lots of flashing lights in specific colors) was impossible. Overwhelmed and angry at Je's nonsensical and incoherent responses, J handed the phone to me.
...I needed to make ample use of my toddler training to get Je to understand that he could find us by simply opening his Google Maps on his phone and typing in the address I gave him. And that was weird, because Google Maps was how he got to the airport in the first place, presumably.
...As it turned out, he was parked in the lot across the street from us. Looking at the exact same tower that he, for some reason, could not process or comprehend. He drove over. Opened his door. Stumbled trying to stand up from the seat of his car. And then I smelled the distinctive scent of beer on his breath, in between his slurred speech.
...The man was drunk off his ass. And driving like that.
...WHAT THE FUCK.
Immediately, I told him that I could smell alcohol on his breath and that we were absolutely not getting in his car. He threw up his hands; I don't know what that gesture means for him, but... I interpreted it as, “are you fucking serious? you're totally overreacting right now.”
I was immediately filled with rage at what looked to me like a dismissal of the seriousness of the situation. Drunk drivers crash into things and kill people. Drunk driving is a subset of irresponsible driving behaviors. Irresponsible driving behavior is what killed Daniel. His life was stolen away by someone who doesn't know how to pay attention or use his turn signal or slow down when turning into an intersection.
By that point in the night, I was hungry (because we hadn't eaten since the pho), dehydrated, and exhausted from the long flight and several consecutive sleepless nights. And the beast in me that I got from being raised in the environment I was raised in... it is asleep, not dead. And in that moment, Sephiroth, I wanted SO BADLY to knock him the rest of the way down on the fucking ground and kick him repeatedly between his legs while screaming at him about how loathsomely inconsiderate and dangerous his behavior is and about how people who do not take the responsibility of driving seriously are why Daniel is dead now.
...But that's not how we do. That's not who I wanna be. I may have come from that world, but I don't need to perpetuate that shit in the here and now. So instead, I walked away. I walked away, sat down against a wall, and took some deep breaths. J spoke to him for a while; apparently he was incoherent and kept wandering from disconnected thought to disconnected thought.
If I was thinking clearly, I would have remembered to take down his license plate and call the police to do a breath test on him. But I wasn't thinking clearly; I was mostly focused on keeping my adrenaline response in check. I understand, of course, that Je is likely self-medicating for psychological issues that he never got actual help for. But I'm still angry at his behavior, because it endangers other people.
I was so under the influence of adrenaline that I plain fucking forgot that one of our regular readers of these letters lives in this area. I could have called him for a ride to the hotel (because the apartment plan fell through for reasons I don't fully understand). But instead, J got an Uber. We were taken away from that parking lot and the drunken man. I fumed for a while.
We got settled at the hotel, though. And we got some snacks at the nearby 7-11 Mart (because the cheeseburgers that were promised to us also didn't work out; not that I'd have taken them from that drunk driver anyhow). It's not much, but... fed is best:
And now it's time to go to bed. I am beyond exhausted. I need to be not awake for more than 6 consecutive hours.
I'm having a hard time of it right now. But... I'm safe. J's safe. We're safe and we love you and also... I'm thinking about you, and I'm eager to show you today's pictures at some point tomorrow.
Please stay safe out there. Make good choices. Choices like refusing to get into the car of a drunk person, no matter how offended they get at you calling them out like the jackass they're being.
...Don't forget to call yourself out, too, when you need to. Other people being a jackass doesn't give us the right to be a jackass back; we can always choose to walk away.
I've had this blog since 2017. In those 6 years, I have been consistently active, sometimes more than others, depending on IRL factors, but in December I lost my Dad. To say that this was devastating would be an understatement. I made posts on my social media channels that I would not be active for awhile, because there was no way I could juggle things in my online life with the needs of my offline life.
The majority of people in the hypnokink community have been wonderful during this time. I received a handful of kind messages that really meant a lot. I would be remiss if I didn’t also highlight the kindness of a lot of the fetish models, I’ve worked with who reached out. They got hired for a job and could have left it at that, but many of them took time out of their busy lives to reach out. They’re great people.
And that brings me to the drunk Texan who I’ll just refer to as “James”. Although part of me wants to blast his full name all over the internet, I’m not. James decided to use my bereavement leave as an opportunity to impersonate me on Tumblr. He used the “Hedge Hypnotist” name, posted my content and claimed it was his own, and messaged people pretending to be me in attempts to hypnotize them. James has also stolen content from @qu1etdroprop (who is awesome and makes fantastic content). I’ve also been contacted by another producer who informed me that James has been pirating their content, which is not only illegal but a deplorable thing to do considering the amount of effort goes into making Hypnokink content, especially at a time when Hypnokink content is under attack.
James is a moron. While you might be thinking that he just does not know any better, let me tell you that James is in his 30s and has a kid. James knows better than to do this. His smug smile during his over a decades worth of mugshots and excuses when confronted about all of this (as seen below) lead me to think that he’s a narcissist who uses mental gymnastics to relieve himself from any shame or accountability for his actions.
Originally, I confronted James and was just going to leave it at that. There is a steep learning curve when entering the online hypnosis community and no definitive structures to educate or prepare people. Almost everyone makes mistakes in this community and, in most cases, I think they should be used as lessons to move forward in the future. This is not one of those cases. Identity theft is far outside from the typical learning curves within the Hypnosis Community and, as I’ve heard from more and more people about the interactions with James while he has been pretending to be me, letting him off with a warning is beneath the threshold of what his actions warrant.
If you interacted with James while he was pretending to be me, please let me know. The more I hear the more I’m considering legal action (something I’m becoming more and more well versed in due to insane people on the internet). If you've been wronged by him and want more information, I will be happy to give you more information.
I would advise against interacting with him. There is something wrong with him. He does not have any concept of how to operate on the internet, let alone within the hypnokink community, or even behind the wheel of a car for that matter. If his conduct online and his decade worth of mugshots are any indication, I feel incredibly bad for (as he referred to her) his “crazy latina ex”.
Here are some of his current accounts. I have no doubt that there are more and that he’ll change screen names in the near future. Please keep an eye open.
Usernames:
DreamyDominant91#7395
SleepDoctor91
MasterKaa91
James Kay (Not his real last name)
[email protected]
Hypno Dream Master
hypno-dreammaster
Also a huge THANK YOU to @pruning-the-minds-garden for helping to get the word out about this.
Apologies to all the awesome Texans in the world. Sorry you share a geographic region with this guy.
