I'm back, getting my creative juices flowing and trying to earn discreetly online.
A lot has been happening at home and it's been driving me up the wall. It hasn't been the most pleasant experience and it makes me sad that I've been on and off with all my projects mainly because I'm in hiding with my family.
But, I refuse to just stop and give up. I keep holding onto these little bits of myself that I feel matter. In the society I'm in, creativity is a waste of time most of the time. It'
I found some really heart-warming and sexy gems on Nifty. I also found some that are hot, taboo, but sweet, and you can imagine my internal struggle.
Should I post about them? Like Vlog or Blog about them? On the one hand, it could be fun. On the other hand, it might not be entirely welcome. I'm reading a lot of romantic and raunchy crap and I'm easily roused. The feelings are driving me up the wall.
Any inputs are welcome.
I'm going to visit my pal in another not-so-faraway city and stay only for a few hours, cramming what I can with him because of mutual time restraints. Sound hectic? Definitely.
If I can I'd be doing a podcast or a vlog, then a quick Let's Play of a Dating Sim which I hope will come through smoothly. Getting this all done to gather resources for editing into videos. Also I'm gonna make sure he sees some of my written works. Should be a fun day tomorrow. SHOULD BE.
It's really hard to man
My friend Edgar.
I love my friend Edgar to bits. He's this adorable fluffball of a dweeb witha stretchy, elastic face who makes me smile whenever I visit. It all started with him being my fan over that ONE comic I made of PewDiePie. Since then, we trade creative juices whenever we can. (OH MY GOD, THAT SOUNDS DISGUSTING)
And we wound up bonding over a lot of things: relationships (he has a girlfriend but hates vaginas), inspirations, aspirations, and being idiots. We eve strut around his
So I have a new-found respect for drag queens since the summer started, where I first discovered RuPaul's Drag Race.
I'll be honest: I was scared of drag queens back then. Not because they'll rape me (like some of my friends claimed), but more because they were loud and flamboyant (which my family taught me to, well, hate).
But watching drag queens for the first time at RuPaul's Drag Race made me realize they were people of comedy (and drama). And were like actors, really. I know, being