Blah blah blah

Seriously, some of the shit that gets stuck in my head would boggle a lot of minds. Its been so messy up there and I am working on ways to get some focus back.
It’s all talk no action lately. Lately being the last 2 years. While I lament about the things that suck in my life I have lost all focus on the good things.
I need a time out. A reboot. Thought I had one but my job squeezed it out of my soul and spooled it. Argh!!!!
So what’s next. Idk.
I am looking at these things:

  • a period of fasting to reset some bad dietary habits
  • more exercise
  • That does not even include my business goals that have been floundering. Hmph… Off to work.

    Losty McDumbfuck

    Last night I took another evening for myself. These evenings seem to involve a lot of numbing myself out and getting into questionable circumstances.
    I bought a yummy brownie and was warned not to eat much of it. I ate more than the recommended amount and had drinks so before midnight o was pretty faced.
    Waking up this morning I felt like an ashtray. Why do I do this shit to myself?
    As much as I cut some bad things out I find myself sinking into other things more. Is this addiction or just escapism? Both? Meh, its a lot.
    C Monster and I are still good. He is doing AA and I am proud of him. He had a big slip last week but no one beats him up like himself.
    I need therapy again. I am losing myself. I am lost.

    I am a horrible human

    So, I have been made aware what a shitty human I seem to be. It’s been been pointed out by other people inside and outside of my head. Outside my head I have began realizing there are a lit of people I love dearly whom I have taken for granted. It seems to evolve around money more than anything else where I falter.

    Me and Mom

    Me and Mom


    I do appreciate love and warmth from people and I think I show that well. Loyalty and honesty are huge for me.
    Inside my head my conscience is a real screamer. I have let down a lot of people and somewhere I failed myself and my soul.
    I let down all of my parents and some of my ex’s. My unreal idealism and expectations have sunk me right into a hole
    Yeah… I am pretty down on myself and for good reasons. Too. Tomorrow… As you can see on the twitter feed .. My dog Tom is going in for surgery to have both eyes removed. He is blind with diseased eyes and is in a lot of pain. He is with my mom in the country which is a blessing on one hand, because I could never care for him. On the other hand unless I can shit money she is getting stuck with the bill.
    Tom the Dog
    I owe my mom so much… A lifetime of things and a lot of money along the way.
    I love that dog more than almost anything or anyone. I failed them all. I let them down and myself, so you see how it all makes sense. Sigh…

    Too long…

    As usual it is a year and a day since I made my last entry so much has happened and I forget about this thing. This blog. I used to be so good at keeping it updated.
    I had an honest to goodness acid trip at a new Beltane and in the same week I went through a lot of emotional shit.
    Tom the dog is having surgery on Friday and I can’t be there. I’ve had to face so much recently. Facing the mirror sucks especially when you hate what is looking back.
    Drama and bullshit everywhere. I’ll try and write more soon. Sigh….

    Yeah I know… been a while

    scott2013I have not written here in a while for reasons I cannot say. I know I was turned off when I discovered someone was reading these things and writing me and empathizing with all my entries.
    I was also turned off because it seemed all I was writing lately was anything negative. Feeling sorry for myself for the longest time.
    Thankfully I have been doing a lot of reflecting and will hopefully start making the appropriate changes.
    Thanks for listening… reading… yeah

    Burning Man Out

    I have seen it in other people and I see people bounce back from it with a variety of results. I think I am feeling really done in by this thing and I am struggling to get a grip on it. I struggled to be part of the Burning Man community as a leader/do’er/or anything meaningful because I really immersed myself.

    When I joined the Burning Man community in 2008 I come in through the Las Vegas Burner community and became integrated and began participating from day #1. Captain Bill put me in charge of some drunk idiot and I made sure he stayed out of trouble for the night.

    His wife (Captain Bill’s) Amber gave me my playa name; Toaster. I think it happened a short while after my arrival as part of their decompression (or something like that) which was a launching platform into a new life for me.

    I found spirit and rejuvenation for the first couple years, but as politics and hypocrisy began rooting deep into what I thought were good things all I could see was a cancer growing out of control.

    One of the owners of burning man once told me I was a “burr under her saddle” and she padded it to imply there was a good and bad side to that. I called out shitty behavior that I saw happening and in the end it just buried me.

    I left Vegas partially because of the drama and craziness of people who were supposed to be leaders in this community.

    It’s so much about the drugs and sex and it is not the hippie love fest people think it is. There is homophobia, sexual assault, and practically condoned alcohol and drug abuse rampant out there; at the BRC or in the community. I am not innocent about these things, but I think I have gone as far as I can.

    I have huge projects that need to be given to someone who cares, but the level of ambivalence and narcissism with leaders and community members is deafening. They say it is like herding cats. I say it is playing dodge-ball with 50,000 Hellen Kellers.

    So, I am seriously considering bowing out entirely and with that clsing this chapter of my life. Not sure it is for me anymore.

    Happy New Year

    C Monster and I decided to play through the new year separately because I wanted to ‘party’ while he was choosing to remain sober after a drunken disaster my birthday turned into.  It was a great birthday on Saturday night but it did not finish well.
    I spent Sunday moping about with my hoodie on and watching, what is my latest fascination, “The United States of Tara”. I absolutely love the show and relate all too well to the family discourse. But, I am absolutely smitten by the charming anchor to the show – the son Marshall discovering himself as a gay teen. Omg he is adorable and it is cool watching this character develop.
    Anyway, no it is not a pervert POV just fascinated and jealous about what it is / was to be that age.
    Anyway, been a really hard end of the year emotionally. It was a good year. I am so afraid of getting old.  I am so fucked up and I do some stupid fucked up things.
    However, in about a week will mark 1 year with C Monster. I am not allowed to use his real name or image, but occasionally he gives me permission. I love him – faults and all – but I am more fragile than I want… whatever.
    I gotta get rid of this hangover.

    SantaCon SF on Saturday

    Well, finally hit SantaCon in SF this weekend and went with C Monster. He actually dressed up in costume and went outside…. wow.


    While the day may not have gone as smoothly and joyous as anticipated I feel like I had a good day. Unfortunately this was a weekend of too much ‘holiday cheer’ from a bottle and it effected us a lot.
    I went to Satunalia on my own last night and C Monster went out on his own. Doing things on our own is good, but one has to be careful not to take it too far. I have not been able to reach him since last night. #worried

    Saturnalia

    So tonight I went to Saturnalia: Unbound Celebration! and as per usual the Faeboy Clan and the Comfort & Joy people created something so huge and so full of energy I left feeling that the scope of which was … stunning. So what the fuck was it about????

    From Wikipedia with all their links: “Saturnalia was an ancient Roman festival in honour of the deity Saturn held on December 17 of the Julian calendar and later expanded with festivities through December 23. The holiday was celebrated with a sacrifice at the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum and a public banquet, followed by private gift-giving, continual partying, and a carnival atmosphere that overturned Roman social norms: gambling was permitted, and masters provided table service for their slaves.[1] The poet Catullus called it “the best of days.”[2]

    I went anticipating a evening of seeing people I cared about but I brought gifts of various kinds and gave of them openly who were open for it; or could accept them over duties needing to be performed.
    I did shed any expectation of sexual gratification while that part seemed to be a part of the ancient rite while I went seeking connections. Now the connections I made were strong and with the help of some friendly fungus my metaphysical energies were really working at their highest levels.
    I was literally shaking the first couple hours walking around or sitting with small groups not knowing what was going to happen or where the journey would let me off. I was in a roller coaster for the night and  as I type this I am not entirely sure I am off of it.
    Astrologically I am a a Capricorn male with a Chinesesign of Wood Dragon; my moon sign is apparently in Gemini and yes I believe in all that stuff.
    I sat in the giant hot tub and realized the thing was a conduit; the water was anyway. I found out of 6 people 2, 3 or 4 were sparking in the dusk in my vision and there was nothing I could do to stop it. While I acknowledged some of the more powerful energies present I was stunned how many of them were what I identified as females.
    One had a heart light that was blinding and though she was a beautiful, naked african american woman in the jacuzzi I could barely see her features for that heart light that grew so bright; Sarah.
    Another was named Loki and when I reached out to talk to her she told me she did not self identify as female and I apologized for my assumption, but a female emanation could have come from the physical perception more than the sould revealed. However, I sensed there was something about her meeting Scratch that seemed more important.
    See, Scratch pulled me out of a whole earlier that night with a powerful purpose of his own; he camptured all my energy that was shooting out all over and grounded me like a live wire. I would have had to leave much earlier of not.
    Thank you Scratch!!
    SO i folded myself back into the seen with a mixture of people connected to the event on a spiritual level, base sexual level and others who were completely clueless beyond the buffet. As is always in a radical inclusion style event, different people add to the salad.
    I did try the jacuzzi again and found myself a victim in the water. Water is a powerful conduit and the shock of being so completely open drained me quickly. I dared not seek out Scratch again for his mastery for fear of abusing that  gift. So I decided to leave with so much to be grateful for.
    Sucks balls that I fell down the marble steps from the front of the house into the sidewalk on my way. Still very sore. But, I did have a LOT of the fungus in my head as well as the vodka… yeah, can work work together. I ventured alone in a direction I thought was home and eventually made it there.
    Along the way there were so many souls and by then I was like a spent battery. I described my time to Bruce as being “obliterated” like at some point I was a mass of ions floating through the air drained of matter from the event. It was not until a solid meditation when I got home that I realized how supercharged I really was.
    What does this mean for me? Where with my relationships go from here?
    I opened myself up to a lot of people who at least acted like they understood the magic around us and ‘should’ appreciate the magnitude of what a great event does when it speaks to the right people.
    About a year ago Wingheart talked about Queer Magic in gay men and I pointedly said not everyone had magic. While I still stand by that which he rejected truth is some my not have found their light yet? There were people there with light both bright and sometimes unfulfilled. Some were dark as shadows on a desert playa like ghosts. But I will say tonight I was blessed by many.
    I did … miss my bf a lot and felt his absence deeply while knowing he would never have understood that night.

    Beach Day with “C Monster”

    First of all, “C Monster” is my new secret name for my bf C. He seems to have an aversion to being put on anything I publish on the web. He is smarter than I am sometimes.

    Beach Day

    We were supposed to go to what might have been close to a rave today on the beach that turned out be suck balls. BUT, the group of us that car-pooled out there ended up making the best out of it possible.


    We had fun and we just enjoyed the day out. Just glad for it.