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Married? Nota, married? Congrats! Best of wishes!!

Indeed!!! Only a few weeks into it and everything is still crazy, but it was a fantastic day! Still trying to move my stuff into my husband’s house, but we’re getting there!

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It just occurred to me... did I ever mention I’m engaged now?

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So I guess I can fill you guys in. My fiancé and I both are positive for COVID. I’m coming through it better than he is. He just got a chest x-Ray today.

That said we’re doing a lot better than many people who have gotten this disease.

Stay safe and healthy out there.

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It’s a little detail, but I’m proud of this. I’ve now done everything I can for my Crowley cosplay. I’ll post pictures after it’s all assembled (so probably after the con).

Here’s a few progress shots that lead to the lined collar:

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You guys ever....

Go to a con. Visit a bar and pizza joint. Have someone at the bar tell you about a secret speakeasy hidden beneath said bar and pizza joint. Go to said speakeasy and spend the wee hours of the morning in a purple room while in cosplay?

Because I highly recommend it

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Have I gone insane? Probably.

Should I have done this sooner? Definitely.

Is this turning into a nice bonding project on a visit to my parents in which they are starting to support my geekdom? Absolutely!

So next weekend I’ll be going to Ohayocon! (If anybody remembers those pictures I posted as Bakura from a few years ago, be on the lookout! I’ll be reviving that cosplay this year.)

But I’ve got a new cosplay this time around: Crowley! (My boy will be going as Aziraphale. If you see an angel with facial hair, you’ve found us!) My cosplay is almost all pulled together, although sadly my contacts have not arrived. And yet, with less than a week left, I decided to throw on one more project. Lining Crowley’s collar.

I have no sewing machine. I have never sewn any clothing. And yet Mama Nightlight and I have been researching, she’s been giving me a crash course, and I’ve made my very first pattern! Wish me luck!!!

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Been feeling a bit introspective, and just really wanted to say that I am so grateful for the parenting style my parents chose. The more I see in life the more I realize how lucky I got. Not to say they were perfect, there are a few things that I have learned not to do like them, but in a few ways they made some really critical choices that I wish some of my friends had benefited from.

They worked hard not to let their fears become my fears. My mother is terrified of snakes, so when I was growing up, she got me a special access membership at our zoo. Sometimes they would bring out giant pythons as education animals, and my mother, scared and trying very hard not to show it, would sit in the farthest corner of the room from them with a smile on and tell me to have fun petting the snake. When I had a birthday party at the zoo, she was right there to get pictures of the zookeepers showing me how to hold Corn Flake the corn snake.

They focused on kindness from the very beginning. Not to have the most medals, or biggest friend group, or highest grades. When they found out they were having a baby they had a discussion and decided that the number one thing they would try to raise me to be was kind; to others and myself. When they realized I was upset over getting a less than perfect test score, they started to celebrate Bs as much as As (which really helped my perfectionist tendencies). They always made sure I apologized to anyone I’d hurt, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and understood how I’d hurt them. They never forced me to continue anything that I didn’t enjoy.

They realized that I needed to be a part of my own raising and included me in decision making. When they told me I needed to be 16 before I started dating, I asked them what made 16 the magic number (I was about 13 at the time). They didn’t say “because I said so,” or give me any arbitrary reason. They took the time to talk it over, and then let me know that I had a point that there was nothing magic about suddenly turning 16. They adjusted it to, as long as I showed that I could be responsible, I could choose to date. (Ironically, I still didn’t choose to have a boyfriend until I was 16).

They were more concerned about me learning to handle things safely than setting down the laws. My first alcoholic drink was sharing a glass of rosé wine while baking cookies with Mom. So if anything happened when I had my first drinks, they knew I was somewhere safe, rather than sneaking drinks someone’s older brother bought us.

They wanted to make sure I had boundaries, but not limits. Anything I showed interest in, they offered to let me try a course or a club. Dad would play Pretty, Pretty Princess with me, do science kits with me, and take me camping. He taught me how to countersink a screw and use a circular saw, and came to see all of my performances in ballet and opera. Mom has made an effort to understand every geeky thing I’ve gotten into, even if she found it strange and it took her a lot of time, wether that’s going from thinking cosplay was weird to complimenting the styling I did on my wig, or thinking comics were odd to becoming a marvel fan herself. I’m really proud of her growth. And they’ve always respected my privacy.

So I know I’m really lucky. I’ve got a great relationship with my parents, and it keeps improving because all of us work on listening and learning from each other. I just really wish that this could be the case for more people

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Hmmmmm... look at what just came in the mail today!