Squeeeeee!!!!! I may…MAY just let my son watch as I re watch/marathon Season’s 1 & 2. He’s been wanting to watch after just hearing me gossip with others about the plots. Just fast forward through the most raunchiest scenes?
So today after work was spent running around trying to get some replacement pieces to my costume for the anime convention I’m heading to tomorrow. *Sigh* Another downside to being extra curvy, couldn’t comfortably fit into the costume I ordered. Luckily, the alternative I found is actually more comfortable than the one I bought, even if it had fit right. I’m going as Medusa from Soul Eater. It looks soooo awesome. The Monster Teen is going to be rocking out in a full Ezio costume from Assassin’s Creed. We are proud geeks and our flag is gonna wave HIGH tomorrow!!! Lets see how much fun my back can take without me falling to pieces in pain. Percocet is my friend, Flexeril is my friend. Rinse and repeat. Anyways, on to what’s been bothering me lately.
I miss smexy times. Not enough to leg hump the nearest male, but my hand gets a work out *waggles eyebrows* if you know what I mean. I just hate the baggage that comes with it. Smexy times without a valid relationship doesn’t work for me. When you literally get sick to the stomach from a 1-nighter in your young and dumb years, you learn never to do it again. And that your conscience is a strong evil monster.
So I can’t have smexy time without a relationship. And a relationship that I feel is actually going somewhere. I made a mistake a couple of months ago of smexin with a friend I thought could be something more. Though I don’t regret it, I do. Yeah, doesn’t make sense, but I have no other way to explain it. Before that, I hadn’t been with someone for a loooong time. We’re talking more than months. And that last relationship wasn’t a good choice either. Never go backwards to a relationship that’s ended, is usually my motto, but there’s one man who I let back into my heart over and over. He trashed it plenty of times (after I first trashed his many years ago), to the point where after he told me he had a new girlfriend while I was deployed and miserable… Well let’s just say my knickers will never talk for my heart with him anymore.
So smexy times… I love them, and can’t have them without someone I really care about. New online guy seems cool, but I can’t yet see myself letting him get anywhere near my giggles n bits. But I have to be careful. I know myself. My giggles n bits have seriously rewired my brain when they feel they’re gathering dust. They’ll convince me that someone is worth letting in to my knickers, when my brain and all those wonderful kittens in my head are screaming No! I guess I’m somewhat like a guy in that moment because the wrong body part is doing the thinking for me. I even have two guys from the job already starring in random fantasies when I have those rare moments of free brain wandering.
Its better to be alone than miserable with someone, right? And I am happy with myself, about 90 percent anyway (the other ten is about my health issues and weight woes). So no smexy times for me in the near future… The giggle n bits brigade can just sit there and become a classic. Won’t they become worth more that way? 😉
And I’ll try to release as much genetic awesome contained in me as I can with geeking out tomorrow. Maybe it’ll take my time off of the missing of a nice set of twig n berries. Oh if only I could combine the two… Kinky role-play anyone? 😉
So… I enjoy word games. Scrabble, Words With Friends, Word Twists, crossword puzzles, and Fightin’ Words. It’s a great way to pass time if I’m not reading. And for some reason, people are less likely to bother you while you’re playing a game on your phone than if you are on your e-reader. Go figure.
Anyway, my favorite one has a chat. I just play random people, and 20 games at a time (since that’s all the system will allow… Bastards). And of course you get the weirdos trying to A/S/L hit on you in a basic chat function. So for those people I do one of two things: direct them to here 🙂 or come up with silly answers. I’ve said that I was Over 9000 when asked my age. Another person asked what I do for a living: I’m a Vampire Ninja Kitty (that will be the name of my fantasy production company one day) that saves the world every 24 hours, duh! I’ve also said I’m from the moon, planet Vegeta, The Leaf Village, and Middle Earth when asked.
But then the other night, well, two people seriously had their g-strings snugly wedged in their no-no place. One guy sends me a message saying “methinks someone is cheating.” To which I said “Methinks? Sounds like someone needs a dictionary.” And then he goes on to say I have to be cheating for using words like STY and AY. Really? Since when are those hard words? Okay yes, I understand that since writing is my passion I may know more words than someone who doesn’t read constantly. But sty? Dude has never heard of pigsty? Or a sty in your eye? So I asked him if he’d finished high school. Or maybe English wasn’t his first language. He… Stopped sending messages. But he DID finish the game instead of resigning like I suggested. Of course he lost also, lol.
And then there was the chick, that instead of actually playing her turn, tries to find out where I live. So I told her planet Vegeta. She gets all huffy and calls me a Knob Jockey. Nob Jockey! I think that’s in my top ten insults now (spelled as wrong as she did). When I tell her I don’t give out personal information like that, because I’m not a child that’s just learning to use the internet, well she starts in on a sob story of being in another country and just wanting to be cordial to the people she plays with. Whaaatever. Like a john with a hooker and a 1-hour room, I didn’t come to talk. I came to spank that *zz!
In words that is.
My little sister has cosplayed for years… I think she started around 12. I myself only went dressed up to a convention a for the first time about a year ago. I loved it, and have been preparing for my next chance to go (3 costumes all ready to go!). Of course, the last time I went I was in another country, so yes I was one of the few Americans, and definitely the only brown crayon comrade out there. But this time I’m going in the states. And then my sister (who is the cosplay champ in my eyes) sent me this link called “I’M A BLACK FEMALE COSPLAYER AND SOME PEOPLE HATE IT.” People upset at a black woman who loves cosplay because she’s not the “right” skin tone? I could have sworn all those characters were Japanese O_o. It made me realize that when my son and I go to our first cosplay convention in the states, we might not be as accepted as I thought we would be. Will someone actually look at us, and DOWN at us for dressing as a character that doesn’t match our skin tone??? Even though I’ve never received any racism towards me, I shouldn’t have to even worry about it! My family, from my parents, siblings, and son are proud geeks, and should be able to wave our geek flag like anyone else. No one should be judged as they experience their hobby to the fullest.
Except for Furries. I’m sorry. You guys scare me. Sorry for my geek prejudice (geekjudice?) Okay, I’ll go hide in a corner now.
This post is a confession.
I’m addicted to reading. It’s a healthy addiction I think. I read alot of books, mostly urban fantasy and horror. But there’s a seedy underbelly of my healthy addiction. It happened when I stumbled upon fanfiction.
It was around 2002-3 timeframe. Buffy was in its 6th season I believe. And I just wanted more in the story-line about Spike. Because Spike was hot. You know, they showed a lot of James Marsters’ skin the 6th and 7th season. Nummy. Siiiigh. Ahem, anywhoo, I wanted more with my characters. So I’m spending the military’s money cruising the internet at work, looking for stuff on Buffy (you know, like little tidbits, maybe some spoilers, pics of J. M. with his shirt off and such) and find this website with stories. Huh?
Is this… heaven?
It was a frackin ultimate high.
It was like… remember the What If Marvel Comics? I still have somewhere one from right after the Phoenix Saga. It was taking your favorite characters and continuing the story, or changing it so that what you wanted to happen, happened! It was GREAT!
And then… I found the dirty stories. Of course I did. And hey, my mind is already pretty perverted, but now, where in Season 6 when Buffy and Spike first get all HBO on the screen and it fades to black, now, I had the full story! This was back before I had my own computer and there was such a thing as the government blocking sites or monitoring a regular office’s computer (or I think, no one ever said anything to me, so meh). So I would read all day long. I would print off some chapters to a long fic I was reading, and take it back to my barracks room to finish. I read through the daggone internet all the Buffy fanfic that I could get my hands on until… I couldn’t find anymore to read. It was like, my crack ran out. Sure there were still some stories here and there, but not enough to feed my beast. People weren’t writing fast enough. I’m a frickin speed reader and they weren’t producing! So… I left it for a while… breaking myself away from the addiction.
Until… I started getting into Naruto. Yes, Naruto. Hey, I’m not sure where in the timeline of my life this is, but I know it had to be about 2003 or later because there were already tons of Naruto episodes out. I remember visiting home, and my young sister going on and on about this silly ninja cartoon that she loved. Now, I remember watching Sailor Moon as a younger dimensionthe5th, an even watching a couple of episodes here and there of Pokemon with my siblings (and remember, I can’t watch the first Pokemon movie ending without shedding a tear). But this, this was straight up anime, and I wasn’t THAT kind of geek yet. Until, I sat and watched a couple of episodes. And saw the character Kakashi Hatake. And by then I had my own computer, and I searched… for fanfiction. Oh dear baby Jesus.
It was the super high all over again, and I hid my addiction because who wants to admit to reading dirty stories about cartoon characters? Ha… there’s many on the internet because there are huuuuuuge fanclubs. I even felt bad sometimes watching the show, getting my memories all mixed up, trying to think “Did Kakashi really do that in the anime? Um, no, because only in the fanfiction world would he do that with Sakura because they aged her up.” And after Naruto, I realized there was fanficition for almost any tv show, anime, any book, move, heck even pop stars! Even my beloved X-men characters. Storm and Wolverine definitely should’ve gotten together. The fanfics SAY SO! The writing was sometimes really good, sometimes written by a 13-year-old that obviously never had kiss let alone understood that nookie just did. not. work. that. way.
And let’s not even talk about the male pregnancy fics. What in the blue blazes ?
My son and I are watching Firefly now (well, I’m re-watching). And my laptop is there. My fingers start a-googling. There’s fanfiction. What if Mal Reynolds had a thing for crazy River? Hmmm. *saves link to Mal/River stories, while checking to see if any new Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark stories were written recently*
I still say it’s a better addiction than most. I mean, this is my brain on fanfiction. Slightly more perverted than normal. Okay, I’m lying, my pervertedness is over 9,000 with a cherry on top. Not because of the internet. That just enhanced it.
Don’t look at me like that. What’s your favorite character, book or show? I dare you to search for some fanfiction for it. Double dog dare you.
Why am I writing so many posts after just creating this blog? Well I do have some extra time on my hands having just arrived to a new military duty station. On we go….
Intro: I had a Korean boyfriend for about 6 months. He didn’t look to kindly on the fact that I was constantly trying to convince him to dress up like Kakashi Hatake from the anime Naruto.
Hello, my name is dimensionthe5th and I’m a geek. (*waving with maniacal grin)
There’s nothing wrong with me. I look normal, attractive even so I hear when I get hit on. I’m in my early 30’s with a teenage son (do the math, I was not always with a book in my face). I also have a huge photo of Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and the Cheshire Cat in my office. And my anime character figurines and key chains. And I love conventions and dress-up. And comics and comic book movies. One of my biggest wishes is to see Stephen King’s The Dark Tower Series turned into a show like Game of Thrones. I swear to you I was already saying frack before the re-imagined version of Battlestar Galatica came out.
So how does that work with a black female trying to date? I’m an international dater so I have more to pick from, but still run into the same problems: too much or too little. Either I date the guy who isn’t really into what I am who finds the geeky side cute, and then later expects me to change like I’m a toddler going through a biting phase, OR date the geeky guy who is so far gone they can’t function in normal society. Where the frack is the happy medium! It’s rare.
There’s not just that. Depending on what kind of family you come from you grow up with the derision from other family members. My family is GHET-TO. Yes, I must capitalize. When you have an uncle who at times has been an aspiring singer/pimp/crackhead/ pastor/pill-popping alcohol, you just might have some ghetto in your family. But my parents raised me in the suburbs. And since I was an only child for a long while I didn’t like going outside. I enjoyed reading, pretending to be a wizard, or making full on dramas with my barbies that put Soap Operas to shame (there was always a to-be-continued in my head so I could start where I left off). My cousins constantly teased me. I was acting like a “white girl” and “talked white” Even then I knew that they were ignorant as heck, but it did make me for years try to hide my geekiness.
At work, even with the military, I tried to hide it those first years. Then I switched jobs, where the whole job field is brimming with the nerdiest people I have ever met in my life. Their “thing” might not be exactly like my “thing” but they get it. They really do. I don’t have to worry about someone asking me if I watched the latest BET show (wanted to pull my brain out and go play in traffic the last time I was convinced to sit down and watch the game). It’s great that to have a group of people who try to work out all the character motivations on shows like Fringe and Game of Thrones.
So… you say meh, whatever, there’s many openly geeky people in the world nowadays. Being a geek is cool! Uh yeah, okay. I’m not talking fake geeky, whachamacallit Hipsters and the like. I’m talking about that I cried at the end of X-Men 2 because my favorite character died, even though I KNEW that if they followed the comics, Jean Grey was coming back as the Phoenix. The first Pokemon movie still makes me a little weepy. Shut up.
I taught my son to read by reading subtitles of anime when he was diagnosed with a learning disability. Can your parenting get as cool as that? Pffft, I think not!!!
So, I’m dimensionthe5th, and I’m a proud geek.