Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

Another change of pace I didn't realize I needed? Living with kids.

I won't have kids of my own, but I share an intentional community with two 9 year olds and two 11 year olds and with each passing day I have this increasingly intense desire to nurture, look after them, and be a positive influence on their sense of wonder.

It's like I'm this big dragon mentor/guardian wizard with this highly charged notion that I can't and won't let anything bad happen to them.

One of the younger girls, Maggie, is dressing up as a witch for Halloween and wants me to be her dragon familiar.

One thing I wish I could have done is go around and say goodbye to everyone...

It all snuck up on me so fast... What with the brutality and social isolation of my job, I was never given enough time to bid proper farewells. For that, I sincerely apologize.

My time in Seattle may have been harsh, but that doesn't mean I didn't make any supportive friends along the way. I truly appreciate all who have been there for me and held my hand during the darkest periods of my life...

Now, it's time for me to move forward and look out for what's best for my emotional and mental wellbeing...

...Well...Time to go...

I'll come back and visit when I have a chance...

Cheers, everyone.

I'm having a moment of release right now...

I can't... stop...crying...

Just how important this milestone in my life is...

I feel like I'm finally coming out on the other side...

The fight is over... I won... I finally have a chance to settle... Plant my roots... Find the peace that I've been looking for...

I'm finding it rather frustrating that I'm unable to upload photos every now and again... I wonder if it's a cache issue...

I'm speechless...

Looks like I'm getting that cozy little cabin afterall...

In a wholesome and supportive intentional community full of direct and communicative people... I'm shedding happy tears right now... After all the energy I put out there... It's finally happening...

I'm really going to move forward with a new, happier chapter in my life.

Got a hold of a Smith Corona typewriter from the 60s and I've just been clacking away. I also seem to have amassed a new hoard in the form of rubber stamps.

After a year dealing with an abusive job and an abusive housing situation? I'm done with Seattle.

Come September 15th, when my lease is up, I'm moving to Oregon.

This is what I've had planned for almost a year now. Portland was my destination at first. However? Given it's still a big city and becoming no different from Seattle, I've decided to take myself further south to Eugene.

For my mental health and wellbeing, I feel a low key and slower paced environment will help me better process what has happened to me over the last five years...

I'm already becoming acquainted with the local furs. Most of which are CFT regulars and staff. I feel like I'll fit right in as an addition to a wonky hippie town.

I'd like to find time to visit everyone again, at least one more time before I leave... As much as Seattle has put me through a meat grinder, I can't forget the friends I made along the way who have been there and helped me through thick and thin.

You all have my gratitude.

Hey everyone.

Given the state of my current living situation, I don't feel safe staying at my apartment.

For months, if not the very start, I've been emotionally abused by my roommate's boyfriend who isn't even on the lease. Even though I work overtime constantly and find myself physically and emotionally exhausted, he still jumps down my throat whenever he has a chance.

I've reached a breaking point and am in need of a temporary place to stay until September. I can't stand my current situation anymore and the roommates I share my lease with are being manipulated and turned against me.

Any and all help is appreciated. I just need to have some peace of mind as I work on transitioning out of Seattle. With gratitude.

-Roady

Yes. I even cobbled together a fruit basket using produce from work. Anything I could do to make their experience with me unforgettable.

So I applied for an outside sales and delivery driver position for a dabs manufacturer in Corvallis, Oregon. The interview I had yesterday? Well...

Tensions were high...

Admittedly.

I think my biggest saving grace of all was my response to "why should we hire you instead of the other guys?"

When I saw I had only two days to get ready, I jumped right in. I redid the paper application three times to get it just right. I slapped down $100 on a marijuana workers permit. I compiled extra paperwork. Finally, at 3am this morning, I booked it down there to make it on time for the interview. All in an effort to turn my life around.

That level of initiative had a HUGE impact on the interview. I don't know what will happen, but I know something is going to come out of this. Especially given the fruit basket.

I'm pretty sure many of you remember Koko. The dog from last year who I struggled to take care of over the course of the summer and eventually surrendered her to West Seattle Animal Hospital.

I was at the Ballard farmers market the other day...The same market I took her to the day I got her over one year ago.

It was then that I locked eyes with a white Shiba inu... One who had distinct facial features similar to hers. But physically heavier looking with a full coat of fur.

Could it....Could it have been her?

If so...I helped her get where she needed to be...I'm truly thankful for that.

I have a command of language...But that doesn't mean I enjoy it. In fact, I come to absolutely despise language for the barriers it puts up.

The baseline of language is to divide. Categorize. Separate. And from that division, categorization, and separation comes prejudice.

It separates "intelligent" beings from nature. Which in turn leads us to separating from each other.

In a world without the division, categorization, and separation of language, racism wouldn't exist. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia.

None of that would exist.

Because a world without language is a world without division, categorization, and separation. To awaken on a spiritual level that is beyond language only makes that more abundantly clear...

And all the more alienating.

When you've got that fiery passion in your eyes...

Oh my god. After putting these new glasses on...EVERYTHING is sharper than a tack! Like...Whoa. I just upgraded my eyes from 1080p to 4K!

This just in. Dork dragon is finally getting glasses~

Dragon in a human body drinks enough yerba mate to pierce the veil and harnesses the power of divine madness while working as a produce truck driver.

That's a hell of an elevator pitch for the story of my year.

I often find myself at odds with some of my more rigid draconic brethren.

Always clashing with their caste system of unquestioning loyalty while I'm clearly a trickster who pokes holes in the flawed logic of authority in an effort to take apart a calcified system and build something completely new.

Where I'm from, we don't just tread on rattlesnakes. We cut their heads off with a shovel.

Did I just frame a spiritual journey in the context of Super Metroid? Born into this world stripped of all your weapons, armor, and equipment and it's a journey to find them all and reach inaccessible parts of the map to finally defeat your own...

Mother brain...

Holy fuck.

When I was a kid, I was drawn towards walking on rolling logs and wire spools...

Could it be that my personal bubble=the circumference of the giant, malleable trackball that I'm currently walking on?