Thoughts

Stronger

The last few days have been very difficult and I feel like I lack some kind of support. But on the other hand, I don’t need it, because I don’t know what it should be. There is no force that would change anything in my life more than I can do on my own. But sometimes I don’t have enough strength to drag this world along.

Today, as an example, I was stopped by the police for the first time in my life. For…driving a three-wheeled electric scooter. I didn’t break anything, the scooter has a 1.5 kW engine and, accordingly, is not a mechanical vehicle according to our laws, so it doesn’t require registration and a license, but, at the same time, that’s exactly what they asked me for. Why? Because there was nothing else to complain about. I was driving according to the rules, the lights were on, I turned on the turn signal where it should be, we were both riding in helmets. Moreover, they specifically drove after us and caught up with us by about 1.5-2 kilometres. That is, they were driving after us purposefully. It’s hard to say whether it was to see if I was eligible for military service and why I’m still not fighting (they even asked me about the reason for my exclusion from the register), or to ask about the new transport in the city, but they let me go without any written or verbal warning. It’s hard to say what it was, but it’s unpleasant.

Often the world is tougher on us than it should be, because today, epically, I was almost hit by a car that didn’t let me through when I was driving on the main road. No matter how you say it, everyone is always “right” except me. Life? Ugh…

My World

I am a very soft person. And it is difficult for me because people are used to using it. You can even imagine how they see me as a fool who is being played by them. But the world is full of people who perceive kindness as weakness.

I once said that Sa is the part of me that softens my character. My cruelty. But, also, Sa is the part of me that protects me. And in such cases, it teaches me to take a tough position, defending my point of view. So… this work is exactly about that. About the fact that you need to listen to yourself, not others. And to value, first of all, yourself and those who are really close to you.

And everyone else should know their place in your world.

Why Not?

I am haunted by Vinny’s words that she is scared of my hobby of dressing up as a woman. I explained to her and we understood each other that this is not a hobby of dressing up, but about creating an image that I use for shooting. That is, I need a model – and I become one. But the internal “yin-yang” are constantly dissatisfied with something, and this happened here too, when I was lying in the bathroom yesterday after creativity and thinking that… I can’t stand my dirty (after work) hands.

I feel like some kind of a wimp who walks around in torn clothes, constantly drunk, dirty. Inside, I felt disgusted by the understanding that I cannot make myself “gender neutral” after work – that is, a simple man with just clean, trimmed nails. And I went from the opposite – if there is something that gives me away as “too manly”, something should be opposed to it. So I decided to try painting my nails. Not in the sense of doing a manicure, painting everything in one colour. No. I’m talking about decorating. Today, as an example, I painted half of two nails on each hand. Because I thought it would be interesting that it would look painted on one side, and on the other “with a hint” of the fact that I cracked my fingers with a hammer somewhere, and the nail turned black.

This doesn’t mean that I will constantly and every day come up with something new – no. But if I have a desire, or if there is some design idea – I will implement it. Because this is me – it is a part of me.

I am increasingly reminded of Dizzy from Guilty Gear. I even had the idea of ​​getting a tattoo with her, on one half of the wing where Necro is, write “Saint”, on the other with Undine – “Crea”. Who knows, maybe someday…

The Law of Equivalent Exchange

I would like to apply “The Law of Equivalent Exchange” to relationships between people. It is easy to use in this area, because in order to fully replace a person, you should not just switch to another or find another communication – this person should evoke in you the same emotions that the previous one evokes, and what you get from him should also be no less than what you received from the previous one. Under any other circumstances, this is just a “colouring of colours”, which mixes feelings, but does not give the same result.

Is it destructive to trust another person? Yes, more than! Because the more we trust someone, the more sadness will come to us from the understanding that the person did not share this trust. And in general, most people should not be trusted too much, because… they still remain people.

I think that any individual relationship is unique in itself. Because it is a certain chemistry. And this chemistry cannot be transferred to any other plane. The similarity of names, habits, musical tastes of two people does not give us a similar experience from communicating with them. Therefore, it is impossible to replace someone with someone. And what is the result? The result is a hole that remains in us from meeting a new person. Over time, this hole has a chance to heal a little, but the experience from interaction remains with us forever. Like a scar from a bullet that hit us. Only the bullet remains in us physically, and people remain in our thoughts.

A significant part of me says that I do not need communication with anyone right now, no matter how much I internally feel that I need it. And, in the end, I would prefer to be alone than to trust someone again, to have this state that I have now again.


I remembered one song, and I think it’s about her now…

“There’s a look on your face I would like to knock out
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
All I want is to see you in terrible pain
Although we won’t ever meet, I’ll remember your name

Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to God I can think of a kind thing to say
But I don’t think I can
So fuck you anyway”

Drop by drop

Once I was acquainted with a girl from whom I received a “signature”. She cost me a laptop. We agreed that when she received the laptop – she would send me money. But she never sent it to me. I trusted her very much, and… this trust cost money. But that’s not the point. She had a signature under a nickname. The phrase. “When all the rats ran away – the ship stopped sinking”. I remembered it for two reasons. The first of them – because it corresponded to what she did. The second – because it is a really “working” phrase.

When something changes a lot in our lives – it is not always about the minus. I was disappointed that I would no longer have an interlocutor, and I began to look at the work of other people. With this person, I did not pay attention to others, because one person is enough for me. Is there much space in my heart? I always said that “… there will be enough for one more person”. In fact, there is even a little more of it now. And I was joined by different people whose creativity I appreciated. They leave comments under my works. They like what I create. They talk to me. And instead of one person who inspires me, I got more. And each of them is very valuable to me. Not because they like what I do – but because I really like their creativity.

Thank you to everyone who surrounds me these days – you make my world better, and I will try to make yours too!

This is probably a strange post on the third day after the “breakup”, but it is true. I am healed by work and the people around me. Thank you!

Not difficult

It’s not hard to find someone you can give love and warmth to. Encourage. Be a light. And they can shine in return. It’s much harder to find someone who will be fascinated by you. Well. It may be hard for a while, but that doesn’t mean I’ll sit around and be sad. I’ll just find someone else to support.

Child

I wanted some kind of expression. Something that I definitely haven’t done before. And this is it. The devil is in the details, so to create this inscription…paint was used. Paint and sperm. Bringing a double meaning to the work.

We always know where a person is born from, but we never know where our creativity comes from? From people? From feelings? I think that people and feelings serve as a kind of trigger. In fact, every work is born from something else. From love? From the desire to convey the inner world and find people like us? I don’t know. Because often the people who are inspired by our creativity don’t inspire us. Or vice versa, we love someone else’s creativity, but we are ignored. Although it seems to you that all you need is for a person to maintain contact.

My creativity is born from darkness. Not abstract or fantasy. From the darkness of my soul. That’s probably why I often have “bloody” works. That’s probably why I often use the red colour of light. Because blue is cold, and green is nothing. Only in red do I see things the way I would like to see them.

She should be ten in a little over a week. If you made something with papier mache and you have paper left over – it’s just garbage. Leftovers from work. If you wanted a child, and got a tombstone – this work that I did today is probably the best thing you can use such material for.

Fire up the engine, I’m leaving home tonight..

My creative engine is running, and I like that now I have more inspiration and ideas than before. I regularly publish something on Reddit, on Patreon. From time to time, Redbubble receives new works. And that’s good. I don’t believe that it will ever bring a full-fledged income, but it’s enough for me that I live from it. I see the point in creating something new every time. That I manage to find fairly cheap materials for my creativity. That I have the equipment for this. The idea of going to work is scary only because I won’t have all the paraphernalia that I have at home, but I think that if I want, I can always come up with something. Because I like the path of creativity, not even in terms of earnings, but in terms of self-development. And that’s already a story. This blog is a story. The creativity that I publish is all the beginning of a big story. My story.

Sa and The Bisexuals

I could name my rock band that, but it’s not about my musical career.

The other day I asked a question in several places that had been on my mind. I thought “oh! I guess I’ll find the answer in this!”. My question was answered only in the Reddit community. Maybe it’s for the better.

The question was of the following order:
“Question for bisexual men. How do you identify internally?

I mean in general and in relation to sex with another man. That is, during sex, do you feel like a woman, a man, or is sex for the sake of sex and gender is completely absent here? Or, on the contrary, does everything come from the division of the person into a male and female part, each of which needs its own experience?”

I got three answers to it:

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And these answers told me “oh my god! Sa! You are unique!”. Just kidding. But this brought me back to where it all started. That is, you cannot attribute yourself to any particular group. Well…except that you can attribute yourself to non-binary individuals, without a clear definition of who you are, who you are interested in and in general.

The essence of the question was that in my opinion bisexual individuals (gender is not important here, but in the male version the question sounds more interesting) enter into same-sex sexual relationships, including playing the role of the opposite sex. But sex is just sex, and everyone answered that they do not change their role in this case. Well…let’s explore ourselves and the world around us further… 🙂