Hellooo!

I got rid of my nose rings for a practical reason: One of my survival jobs. I balked at first cuz I thought it was all “conform or die” of corporate jobs. Nope. It’s very practical… They don’t want that shit to fall in the food. Yup. I’m working in food service again. Why take a job like that? My mind gets a break with all the small talk. I also have a set schedule that I can build around. Such a relief cuz I have exciting projects to be announced soon. The bottom line? I’m setting up myself to never be financially dependent in any capacity ever again.

And now onto the meat of the post… I originally got my nose pierced decades ago. Cuz I thought it looked cool.

BUT BUT BUT!?!

Dude… It was the ultimate “Alternative Girl Uniform.” Why use “girl” for a grown woman? It’s one of the few phrases describing someone of my sex and gender identity without a form of “man” or “male” in it.

YUP!!

I was in complete “lock and step” in line with them chicks. How dull. It’s also all about the idea of performing for public consumption. Like look at me being soooooo cool. When in reality? I’m really a nerd in love with curiosity.

If I also do the “tidy alternative girl little bangs” so often associated with Alternative Girls? They would stand off the top of my head cuz my naturally curly hair. The exception? I shellac the shit out of them with hair gel. That’s a real lame fashionista based on conforming to group think rather than thinking for myself.

And this not about picking on myself. Nope. It’s more about rethinking an old decision from decades ago. Since what worked then? May or may not still be valid. Since “looking the part???????” Very different than doing the work.

I know that I’ve been like a dog on a bone around “doing the work” in numerous blogs. It’s that I’ve spent a lot of my life treading water while I’ve been trying to help people to keep up with me. Absolute pretzel time for me. Kept me very small. So very small.

Like somehow that “Alternative Girl Uniform” of the nose rings was enough to tide over my soul? Fuck that shit!!!

FOR?

My upcoming projects aren’t small. They’re not phoning it in. I’ve been building up my courage after I had a spark of it when I was three years old. Been back and forth since then while swallowing a lot,

Yes. I’m terrified.

In the best possible way.

More to follow soon that doesn’t include silly nose rings.

As always: Have a glamorous day for fun!!

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