Weekly Blog: RollerCon and Beyond (Patreon)

RollerCon was... a cleansing process. After an initial downswing from having to deal with so many problems from my last relationship head-on, I feel much lighter and hopeful and positive. 

It also helped that Justine Marie and I were finally able to touch-base and solidify our plans for touring. Doing that made it possible for me to make plans for the future and get excited about something. I put in my notice at work this week and that really made touring and moving a reality for me. 

It's both wonderful and terrifying.

Now I have a deadline to get so many things in order, especially financially. I'm worried I won't be able to make enough in this time to accomplish everything I need and want to do. Time is moving so fast. It has also become abundantly clear I need a new car and I'm very worried about the impact getting one will have on my life even though I need it.

I'm still very lonely but mostly I'm too busy to notice. I have sorta been seeing someone locally but it's very... I think the best way to describe it is a "dud." We're both so busy we can barely see one another once a month. I don't feel like he pays me enough attention but he has a child and the lack of attention is probably valid? I don't know. I like him but it feels like a dead-end. 

When I move I'm going to try not to fall into the trap of overworking like I do and put more focus on my art and personal happiness. I want to volunteer for some sort of pitbull rescue when I move and really commit myself to roller derby again.

We celebrated my birthday early at the club since I will be out of town the day of which is August 16th, the same as Madonna and Charles Bukowski. The girls brought me on stage, took off my top and thoroughly molested me and Christ do I miss physical contact! Last year they did the same but broke my nose by accident. One of the dancers is a body builder and got too much momentum trying to do a headstand in my lap and slammed her rock-hard ass into my nose. It immediately began gushing blood but people were throwing so much money on stage that I insisted the girls finish the whole thing which also involved getting me on all four and spanking with a belt. It was quite the sight. This year, they accidentally tour out one of my cartilage piercings and blood began pouring down my neck. I just can't get on that stage without being maimed.

Anyway, please share my travel notice if you can; I'm a booking spree!