Heading out of, or is that into my era?

One thing that a few people have noticed is that we’re about 6 months away from the roaring twenties again? Yes, I only wish. Jazz making a coming back, girls loosing themselves from the restrictions of the time, and doing just what they want to do, ignoring the old fuddy duddies!

Sadly, there is little sign of a major jazz comeback, though it might be a blessing that we dont have to rely on bootleg gin, and as for smoking, heaven forbid! Also, even worse, in some areas of the US at least, some people seem to want to take things back to the 1820’s, with men ‘owning’ women’s bodies, even if they are no relation of them. Yes, somehow I dont think this wild flapper would be very welcome in the ‘Deep South’, giggle!

But no, seriously, I’ll leave those frivolities to nearer the time, and see how much those doctors will let me misbehave, because of my brain issues, and stuff. Now, those nasty brain issues…

One thing I soon noticed after the first bout of brain seizures, let alone the more recent ones, was that I had a few more issues to deal with in my life. No, not to smoke, and drink illicit gin, if anyone was hoping for that.

The thing that very quickly became obvious was that my already limited mobility, due to the damage to my back, was wrecked far more. I’m assuming that some connection between my brain, and the motor skills that allow me to walk have been wrecked. On a good day, I can do about 600 yards each way, on a bad one, the stairs are a challenge! Seriously, if anyone in the UK has a mobility powered wheelchair that they arent using, or have need for any more, I could really do with one. No, I wont wait for a positive answer!

The other obvious one, to me at least, is the quality of my writing, and the difficulty in putting words together, with the letters in the right order, or tense. Yes, if you knew how many edits I do on a blog nowadays… and these are only about 500 words!

So writing long stories, oh please, darlings, not going to happen! But I’m determined to get one thing done, that I promised to someone, before the brain went bang! There has been an annual anthology for pieces for a fictional city with tons of Superheroes, and heroines, called River City. Over the years I’ve created a couple of characters of my own.

One, Robbie, Roberta Bayport had the misfortune to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and had her body turned into that of a Robot, hence her name. Fortunately she was rescued before her brain was erased, and made a mindless robot slave, but her body was beyond repair. Hence, she became a robotic super-heroine.

The other, quite literally is from a different era, hence her name of Flapper Girl. Though how that still works in the 1930’s, ask her! Or her proper name, Billie, Belinda Nicholson. Yes, she lives totally up to the whole Flapper image, and lets leave it there.

So yes, I can officially confirm, short of a neurological miracle, I’m currently writing my last pieces of any length, and even there, its hard work! I’ve now completed their 2 solo pieces, and now just have one last piece to do, involving a little convenient time travel, where they get together, for their goodbye. Except…the dear fun putting this all together has already got a story put together for Roberta. Sounds like he’s going to put her through the wringer, but I’m sure she’ll survive. He has also used Billie before, may use her again, who knows? And as for what Betsy might do with either of them, heaven knows?

But for me at least, I’m about 2,000 words approximately away from done, as things stand. As I say, they are going to get together, one of them might be time travelling, but not the one who usually does it. Who knows, maybe a neurologist, or a mad scientist (that would be fun) can sort out my brain enough to write again, but I’m not holding out great hope. So maybe then, I can really put Robotunit8 to bed as a writing name, as I’ve only been using it on the Archive, and nowhere else for a while now.

The two of them, walking off into the sunset, for me at least, I’d put good money on it, but I’ll go with the flow, for sure.

OK, the video, a bit of Flapper craziness. It says this was all film from the 1920’s, but I’m not quite sure?

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Two authors came travelling

So, as promised, the review of the year starts here. It will finish tomorrow, and then at the start of the new year, I’ll take a look at what 2019 might hold, some of it very likely, some of it unlikely, but might be fun if it does.

2018 actually saw something happen, that I’d never done in my 44 years of working life, I was told not to go to work! Yes, a combination of the fragility of my back, and some very cold, and icy weather saw me put on ‘winter weather leave’ for a few days. It made sense in so many ways in truth, but was still a bit of a novelty to me. But agreed, if I’d slipped over, landed on my back, and especially my spine, well you wouldnt want to think about the potential outcome, lets face it. Pretty sure its likely to happen early in 2019 too, especially given the deterioration in my wrist too, but we will have to wait and see on that. In truth, after about a week of that, I was getting a bit of ‘jail fever’ but it was a very wise move, so kudos to my employers for letting me do it.

While on about work, I started working on an LGBT committee at work, which was definitely a fun thing to do. It actually led to a meet with a fellow EMCSA author, the legend known as Betsy, who I got to meet on my travels to Newcastle. And yes, she’s as interesting in real life as she is in her stories! Yes, was, more on that over next couple of posts.

Something else that happened early in the year was also work related. One of my colleagues got notice of volunteers needed for the Blackpool Film Festival in March, and the rest, as they say, is history! I wont claim it as strictly the revival of my acting career (its more a natural performance thing, no scripts), but it was a moment that led to the return of my time performing in public.

This year, it was a flying visit, arrived in Blackpool on the Friday afternoon, left again on the Saturday morning, due to fate, and a memorable date. Yes, the night of my flapper revival was my 60th Birthday! The works celebration was done a week earlier (would have been anyway), but the ‘house’ version was delayed until the Saturday night, which was why we needed to get back as we did.

Yes, a decade or so ago, that would have been it, retirement, which in truth, the body probably needs already. Now, officially it will be March 2024, though I have my doubts my body will hold out that long, but we will see? If it does, I might plan to retire (or take holiday) from work a couple of weeks early, because as things stand, the Iditarod race will start from Anchorage on 2nd March (restart at Willow on 3rd), and that would be an amazing thing to do, and a sort of dream come true. Nome as well? Well, maybe, but all that is a long way off. More on my preferred retirement option in part 2 tomorrow night.

May saw my return to Seattle for the first time in a few years. A few firsts there. Another state bagged, as I flew in via Las Vegas, so getting Nevada as my 24th state. Hopefully get 25 ‘somewhere’ next September, maybe? Ask Kate on that one, lol. She knows the one I’d love it to be, but its not renowned as the most friendly LGBT state in the US, so maybe not? There are a couple of New England options for that title too, so we will see.

The other big first on that trip, was my first Mariners game. It was memorable for more reasons than one, good, and bad. Good, they won. Bad, disability related issues. To be fair to the club, I complained, got a free ticket in the disabled area later in the week, and a few souvenirs as well, they handled it all very well.

Lastly, in the first half of the year, was a return to Blackpool, for World Pier Day. Again I have to thank a colleague for covering my Saturday shift to enable me to do this. Went back even further in time, as an Edwardian Lady, though I never got tightly corseted, cant have everything, lol. Amusingly, it was also Blackpool Pride day, and though I heard a lot of that, didnt get to see it at all. 2 trips already planned for Blackpool in New Year, but more on that on Tuesday, one of which you may not want to miss!

OK, video time. I have been guilty of not doing many Christmas songs this year in the videos, so lets put that partially straight, if a bit late in my day. Its not the best known one, but its one I love, probably because it is a little different. Oh, and it also fits in with Eric’s claim that I’m a spaceman/alien, anyway! šŸ˜›

 

Its nice to know how you feel!

Let me say that this post is meant in jest, but given I was lacking subject material tonight (feel free to send ideas), I thought I’d roll with this, and hope Betsy doesnt kill me for doing it. In truth, the story is really good, and if you love well written, sharply done enslavement stories, with a dose of dry humor, this could well be for you. I will warn you, she does have a thing for including ‘body matters’ in her story, so if that sort of thing might put you off, consider yourself warned. The link for the whole story is http://192.155.80.152/Auction/index.html but its Chapter 3 I’m focusing on tonight.

No, the last thing I expect from Betsy is forewarning of any element relating to myself, I think we both prefer it when I only find out when I get to that point in the story. So, when I came across this point today…

The two girls, presumably trainees or there for work experience, were talking softly to each other but stopped at our entrance and checked the animals for deviations. Not one of the animals was talking or even making a sound when we entered. In fact, they never made a sound the whole time we were there.

I didnt think any more of it, other than as info for the story. But then, a few paragraphs later, I found this…

Everything calmed down for a second or two, during which time Abbey the cunt ordered Steph the cunt and Clara the cunt to set up the emergency stall. The girls ran off to obey, taking the long way round in order to stay well away from their new charge.

Dont take the cunt stuff too seriously, Gillian, the lady in the story seems to call most people by that term of endearment lol!

But yes, to many, Steph is my name (and is still my middle name), and Clara is of course my well known past life name, both of which she knows, so the chances of that being coincidence, pretty slim! Yes, I roared with laughter, in case you were wondering! We have a wonderful online relationship, which tends to involve winding each other up at times, and this was seemingly one of them. As to this

Those girls were competent and worked as a team. I remembered that. If I got out here Iā€™d have to kill them quickly.

Well, its nice to have some warning lol, not that I can move at any speed at present, anyway!

In truth, I always find it fun when I get these unexpected moments in stories, especially from Betsy, probably because they are less than respectful, I love them more!

Right, video time, a witty response to that lovely lady, with a song nearly as old as me!

And so I must travel to Wakefield

Slightly more low brow a place than Rio, and no, its not that Mike Nesmith video, though I do love it, all the same. Its just that I used the other obvious title on the other blog, so wanted a different title here, in case they get comments, or likes (ha ha), so that I know which version it relates to.

I have (online at least) known Betsy for a little while now, though in truth, beyond her writings, our messages to each other online, and the odd blog comments, I really dont know her that well. No, never met her, probably never will, but all the same…

To be fair, she asked my approval before posting this

http://192.155.80.152/ItAllStartedInWakefield/index.html

by sending me a section of it, and my only objection was the name of ‘my’ character. So, Seraphina became Maria, and after last night, the rest is history. And no, most of what she writes about my character are stuff she’s gauged from our ‘mail’ to each other, and what I write on the forums, both in words, and reviews. But to say she’s hit the mark, is putting it mildly!

Before you ask, no, I doubt we will ever actually meet. She probably enjoys her privacy way too much, and besides, there is always the risk of letdown when you meet someone you think you know, but probably dont. Its possible, we are both in the North of England, but thats probably as close as it will ever get, online.

Yes, she’s got me to a tee, and I suspect she bears a resemblance to Rhia, in attitude at least, from the little that I know about her. Though I might add, I have no evidence that Betsy can actually control minds lol!

So yes, even though in all reality, I will never meet Betsy, she will always have a special place in my heart, all the same.

OK, the video. I used the Fugees version over on the other blog, so lets use the original artist for this one, Roberta Flack.

I play the street life

Depending on how you view the subject matter, you either have to thank, or not thank my friend, Betsy for this piece tonight. Me, its the former, and I have to say that if you are shocked by that, I’m not quite sure why you’re reading a blog like this. Well, I suppose some Facebook friends might be, but I hope not!

A story that ‘she’ stars in, in a fictional sense, has ‘her’ working as an escort. Yes, written by her friend, Heather I might add, who has previously written about turning a regular lady into an escort, and I admitted that the concept of that intrigued me. As far as I’m concerned, at my age, even if I was prepared to do that sort of work, that no one would want me at 59 anyway! And yes, I said that in a comment to Betsy this morning, which is where the whole piece started.

Yes, thats right, she disagreed with that sentiment of mine, stating that I could easily get that sort of work, if I wanted it. I’m pretty sure that most men, of any age, wanting a companion for the evening that they have to pay for, would want someone young, and pretty. Me, I definitely fail on the first front, and I know there are plenty of ladies prettier than me too! I suppose where it could work, is if there was an occasion when someone wanted an intelligent, more mature partner, for conversation, and a meal, or on an occasion when a more homely woman would fit in with the moment? Who knows? No, I doubt the opportunity for this to be anything more than a thesis would be absolutely zero. But its fun thinking about it, all the same!

If the chance arose, would I actually do it? In truth, I honestly dont know! If it was purely as a non sexual companion for an evening, for any type of event, then yes, I probably would. As they say, if you dont try anything, how do you know what its like? So yes, I think I would, though I dont think I’d charge the crazy fee that some do for that sort of work. But yes, secretly, the idea of being a ‘paid woman’ holds a secret appeal! I doubt I will get to play Marion Davies, to a William Randolph Hearst (look that up on Wikipedia, if you want to know more), but one night, as a paid courtesan might just be a lot of fun. So…?

All the same, I dont think I’ll be offering my services as a classy, mature escort anytime soon. Mind, if someone did advertise me as one (yes, I’m looking at you, Betsy, or Heather), and someone offered to take up my services, I would go! I can see the advert going up in the LA classifieds (or whatever the online equivalent might be?) now, lol! Talking of which, without paying hundreds, or thousands for my services, if anyone wants a dining companion in LA, between 18th, and 26th May, who can provide entertaining conversation, with a British accent, I might be free! Cost of a meal, doesnt have to be an expensive one, or even if the place isnt too pricey, I’ll pay my share, and all it will cost is your time. But yes, it might be fun to not eat solo, one night while there at least. Well…? šŸ˜‰

OK, video time. This might be a bit naughty under the circumstances, but its a fantastic song, so…

All I Want For Christmas Is…

Yes, we’ve reached December already, and I’m sure everybody is looking forward to finding out what I want for Christmas…not! Well, at least one of these items is (as far as I know) not actually available, and another would require someone with more money, than sense, but yes, a few of these would be fairly cheap, but I still dont expect anyone to want to know an address to send them to, somehow. But if you do, you have 3 weeks, so… šŸ˜‰

Firstly, lets start with the ‘you have no chance’ item, because its a silly place to start. Yes, that wicked woman named Betsy has struck again, by making me wear what sounds like the ultimate robot suit in her story this week. If anyone wants to know, or create anything like it, here’s the link

http://192.155.80.152/ThreeFingers/ThreeFingers3.html

That takes you straight to the relative chapter, arent I kind?

In truth, I’d love any reasonable robot suit to wear, ideally one that will control my movements, or make them more robotic at least. Yes, one that takes control of all thinking processes would be amazing, but fine, not really likely, is it? šŸ˜‰ But yes, any creative robot suit look, just write for measurements lol!

Then lets do the ‘If someone has more money, than sense’ option, then the obvious option is to pay for me to fly to LA next May, in as much luxury as possible. Oh, and a nice hotel/apartment to stay in, for 10 days of course! Yes, I know equally not going to happen, but at least it could be done, if someone has too much money laying around!

Yes, we go downhill fast lol. Next is the ‘generous benefactor’ option, though sadly, unlike Marion Davies, I dont have a Hearst figure in my life! Its time to get my semi-perm make up topped up next year, and though I’m back in work, a financial boost to pay for something like this at the moment, would be handy, it will take a while to build the money up again for that.

Alright, we are now down to the cheap, and cheaper options. I have a collar I can wear at home, but would love something I could wear out to work, and things. Yes, the very large, and solid metal collar I have doesnt qualify for that! Nor does the cute choker type one with ‘android’ written on it really work for that, either! But fine, I’d like something more subtle, but hopefully with a robot touch, if anyone knows, and wants to buy/make one for me. Beyond that, a lock for the collar would be cheap, and handy. I know, not expensive, and I ought to just get one now, but if anyone wants to feel like they own me?
Lastly, a decent mermaid tail blanket might be fun, I guess?

Oh, and lastly, the job offer I’d love, a theater run, or movie opportunity in the US, even with Trump in charge, oh please! Whats that, a job playing a robot? I wish! A Master, Mistress, or Partner, not sure anyone is that crazy!

The video, might be a clue in the title, just saying…

The mind to match the looks!

Yes, I know I’ve given Betsy Leohtar a mention before, but she’s earned another one today. Actually, she earns it today for 2 stories, one by her, and one about her.

Quite often, when I’m getting a cameo role in somebody’s story, they check with me, to make sure I approve, so I’m sort of pre-warned that its going to happen. Of course, if they’ve got permission once, they might think they dont need to ask again, and they’d be right! I find it all very flattering to be honest, so am never likely to say no, to most. So fine, I started reading this story that Betsy wrote today, and was in no way prepared for the ending, until I saw it. Yes, if you want to read it, its at http://192.155.80.152/ThreeFingers/index.html and yes, its the end of Chapter 2 that amused me greatly, if you want to skip the rest, though you shouldnt, its a great story, even before then!

Yes, given the nature of events, and request, why do I suspect she might not only be a Jean Harlow lookalike for very long! Sound a like, think a like, both, nothing would surprise me lol! I might let you know, when I find out, or just go and read it for yourself, even better!

Thanks, Betsy, and yes, its even more fun when you dont know its coming, until its presented to you!

The funny thing is, its not only Betsy handing out cameos this week, she’s getting one of her own, and well deserved too. Fine, I suspect she’d enjoy this way too much, if it really happened to her. http://192.155.80.152/BetsyIsPlayingWithFire/index.html

Its quite a clever little story, and where it goes from that ending, who knows? šŸ˜‰

Yes, this video seems very apt, as I suspect she’s been reading my mind, only too well!