Also I made a fantastic latex/PVC modelling contact. In Fort Lauderdale.
Dammit, Florida, I keep trying to quit you…
So, fun fact: some Facebook creeping revealed that this guy is friends with the former varangiandudefriend, who I will now simply call Evan, because that’s his name and the other thing was a bitch to type. I was really nervous to tell this guy the Evan story, because what if he doesn’t believe me or thinks I’m overdramatic or whatever (fun fact: Evan is a gaslighty asshole).
So anyway, I get done explaining how Evan dumped me and left me high and dry three days before I was due to come visit him in a city where I don’t know anyone but him. And this dude is like “yeah, makes total sense and you’re not the only person who’s had something like that happen to them. Sorry about that.”
I don’t know why I’m writing this here, except to sear into my brain that you’re never as alone as you think you are.
Idk why I'm even mentioning this (nobody cares except me) but in case someone out there is trying to quit their hell ex and is worried about what the community thinks:
1. After leading me to believe he was a well-known figure around the Tampa goth scene, I have now learned that the most common reaction to mentioning Evan (even by his (fairly recognizable) job) is:
"Who?"
At this rate he's gonna be best known outside of a fairly narrow musician/DJ circle for what he did to me, so... oops. Karma's a bitch, and if you're gonna cheat on your girlfriend(s?), try not to be super fucking memorable about it.
2. The guy in the reblog above ("Mike") has become one of my close friends. Literally, I would not have finished my latest art projects without him encouraging me (and sometimes saying things like "varangianguardian, go sleep, you're not thinking clearly". Not only did he 100% believe me, he pretty much dropped Evan out of a lot of his events and promo, even for stuff he knew there was no way in hell I'd be at. He's an utter mensch and I love him to pieces tbh.
3. So. After thinking I could never go back (or at least not for a good decade), I'm starting to look at what it would take to live here again. It will take a lot of work (unless I marry Mike for citizenship lol) but I think I can qualify as a skilled worker with some more certs and a couple more projects under my belt, and I have a good shot at both. With a little luck, three or so years from now, I might just be an American.
(What about Trump, you ask? I'm an Albertan. I'm used to thriving under dumbass governments. Grew up under the conservatives, after all...)
