the disconnect | part two

Once upon a time i used to write, if not prolifically, then at least with some frequency. It’s hard to point to when i shifted but i think it was about a decade or ago when i went through my last breakup. My posts have become sporadic at best because my motivation to write just… changed.

Tonight is not the night that i continue this entry but i wanted to put this out there because for anyone reading, i haven’t forgotten nor will i wait until next year to continue, which has been the frequency i’ve had for the last decade.

I’m also putting this here as a challenge to myself to sit down and gather my thoughts and continue this because… well, just because.

There are strands that will be inextricably tied to one another but for me to do so will require sitting down and actually teasing those strands apart, just to find a way to braid them together again. And these evenings, i’m actually painting which requires all of my focus.

Still, this story will continue; hopefully by the end of this week at the latest.

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A new hosting company

Since the beginning of Synaesthetic, i was being hosted by Godaddy. Back then they weren’t just a new player on the stage, they were /craving/ business and had reasonable rates.

I could never complain about the reliability of Godaddy nor their support but over the years, those reasonable rates became… unreasonable. For my two very, very small domains, i was shelling out upwards of $40 USD/ month.

As such, it was time to shut down my sites- both synaesthetic.com and shellytumbleson.com until i could find another provider.

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Goodbye DB

I know it’s been a long time since i wrote. I’ve thought about it but there really hasn’t been much that was so remarkable that i thought it was worth sharing. There’s also the fact that i have this pile of shit from years ago that i promised i’d eventually post. For years it was something that absolutely consumed me. It cost me my job, my sanity and i couldn’t think of anything else during that time. Eight years on, i am repulsed by anything that reminds me of my past and the people i once associated with.

But i am going to push that plate of shit to the side for now because something came up last Monday that has brought me back here to write for the first time in what… two years?

A few weeks ago I started talking to a woman in Vancouver. She was pleasant, funny, attractive and seemed smart. For the first time in years, i felt like i had a spark with someone and even though she wasn’t a perfect fit for me, i’m at a point in my life where i need to find the things that i can bend on while keeping firm on those things that i can’t.

Last Saturday night we video chatted via Google Hangouts. It went well. She was cuter than her pictures led me to believe and we had a nice conversation.

On a whim, we ended up talking again the next night. I’d been out for a walk and had on my shorts so before we began, i wrapped a small comforter around my waist the same way you’d wrap a towel around yourself. My window in this room was open and because of where i live, the temps were 10c / 50f or so. The fabric of this blanket is kind of slick. I’m wearing it again right now and as usual, it’s come undone and my legs are cold ’cause i’m too stupid to close the window next to me.

What can i say? I like the feel of clear, clean air, even if it makes me cold.

I woke up on Monday to an email from her. It was titled, ‘Hi’ and read as follows:


Hi Shelly,

So it seemed to me that last night while we were chatting that you were masturbating. That’s not cool with me.

I wish you all the best.

Take care,
D



I stared at this message in utter disbelief. Was it a joke? Where was the punchline? What in the ever living fuck did this mean?

I immediately responded:


Oh my goodness. No. Absolutely not. What in the world gave you that idea?



I waited. Nothing from her. Then i started thinking. ‘Why would she say such a thing? What gave her this idea?’

Remember how i said this comforter that i have wrapped around me has a slick fabric? I kept pulling it back over my legs and generally fidgeting with it.

I wrote her again with:

This is deeply disconcerting, Denise. I’m actually shocked at the allegation but maybe others have done that sort of thing to you before.

I’d like to think i’m a pretty honest person. Whether you think that about me or not is up to you but no, my clothes were on. I was not masturbating. If you saw my hands moving down there, it was because the throw blanket that i had wrapped around my legs kept falling off.

I’ll leave it to you to decide if you think i’m deceptive in that or not but i’ve been very straight forward with you from the start.



She never responded. To this day, nearly a week later, she never responded.

It really, really hurt. I even cried that day and the rest of the week, i just felt more sadness than i’ve felt in a long time.

Tonight i finally put my thoughts into words and sent this following mail to her:


Dear D,

I do not know why you chose to accuse me of masturbating while we were talking last week. I can’t prove that I wasn’t but I wasn’t. I am a lot of things but what I’m not is a creep looking for cheap thrills, nor am I someone that would derive pleasure while denying consent from someone else.

I can’t prove to you that what you saw me do was fidgeting with my blanket. Had you asked me or said something during our talk, I could have shown you. It was chilly that night. I had an open window next to me and was wearing shorts. I have a small blanket made of a slick material. I had wrapped it around my waist like a towel. It kept sliding off and I kept pulling it back over my legs.

But I can look myself in the mirror and know I was honest in everything I ever told and shared with you. I am firmly of the belief that all honesty is derived from self honesty and along with that honesty comes a sense of dignity and respect for others. I did not take your accusation well. As far as personal events go, you filled me with more sorrow than any other event this year.

I forwarded your email and spoke to my friends and my family about your accusation and they’ve come to the same conclusion that I did- that you chose to see what you wanted to see. Further, the fact that you made your accusation without giving me a chance to respond revealed more than enough about you and the content of your character; specifically the lack thereof.

All you had to do was ask me what I was doing with my hands that night. I could have moved the camera to show you. You would have groaned then laughed and I could have teased you about it. That’s all you had to do- but you chose not to. Then you chose to accuse me without giving me a chance to respond.

I really enjoyed talking to you for that short time, Denise. You were the first spark I’ve felt for anyone in many years. You’re smart, cute, funny, conversational and I liked hearing about your day. It would have been nice to see how far anything between us could have gone- but you single handedly ruined that. While my conscious is clear, yours is troubled.

I wish you had said something that night but more than that, I just wish you were a better person than you are.

-Shelly

Sometimes you see what you choose to see.

How trashy (and sad)

I have a profile on OKCupid. It’s… well, it’s free and you get what you pay for.

A few days ago I was playing around on it, using a feature I hadn’t used before. Of course, my ex shows up. There was the pic she used before we met, which had been taken years before and there were at least two that I’d taken of her. To be completely honest, they were really good pictures because I know a thing or two about lighting and composition and because… frankly, because I was able to bring it out in her.

Rewind to the breakup. Seven months after she dropped off my items at a friends house (she was too much of a chickenshit to bring it to where I lived and just leave it at the gate), I finally had the courage to open the box. Among the things that I found was a box with the memory sticks and cards I’d given her. I have a pic of this but can’t find it now. They were filled with pix and images that we’d taken of each other and that we had taken of us. She gave them back- although not quite in the state they were when I’d given them to her. They were each shattered in a fit of rage and left with my stuff to hurt me.

The funny thing is, by the time i found them, my reaction wasn’t one of hurt, it was the first time that i began to pity her and it was when i began to realize that she never loved me nor was capable of love in the first place. I’m going to have to bring that up in another post relatively soon because… well, it’s tough. It’s a cold and hard realization i’ve had to come to.

Back to the topic at hand. Here it is, what? More than three years after she betrayed our friendship and relationship and she is still using the pictures that i took of her on the singles site where we met- pictures that she destroyed on the thumbdrives that i made for her. It would be funny if it weren’t so pathetic.

Actually it IS funny, just in a pathetic way.

Speaking of pathetic, but probably not so funny, is how i would eventually find out that the person that became her master had systematically and deliberately taken control and persuasion of her (they entered into a Master/ slave dynamic and didn’t think it was worth sharing with me. I would find out eventually by a picture she posted on another site of her on her knees, his cock in her hand, staring at the camera with this black tar heroin gaze with the caption, “Subspace is my happy place”). I would learn from someone else that he’d disclosed to her that my ex needed to be around others that were, “more enlightened” and “more open minded”. He had deliberately dropped her into subspace, knowing how susceptible submissives are to suggestion and influence when in that state.

I thought about mailing her a copy of that conversation but yaknow, it’s not like she can do any better, so why bother?

When i saw those pictures, taken by me during some of the best days of our relationship and seeing that she’s using them to attract lovers on OKCupid these days, it just made me realize it’s yet another example of just how trashy she is. The one image that looked recent… oh boy. I don’t think there’s anything i could have done even with the best of lighting. She does NOT look good. I can definitely see why she’s using the pix i took of her years ago.

I have never known anyone to be so deeply mired in delusion, self deception and absolute tortured logic. There’s a part inside of her that she has bottled up and tried to forget but she knows that she single handedly destroyed the best thing that had ever happened to her. I think she’s also consumed with shame that she tries to masquerade as being, “sex positive” and “self actualization”. Sorry but no, it turns out that if you tell your partner that you’re going to rut and fuck anyone that you want and if they don’t want to know, they’re not to ask, that’s not love. That’s violence, arrogance, cruelty and just part of being a coward. And somewhere inside of her, she knows that and will do anything to hide it from herself.

My theme just went piggly wiggly

The theme i’ve used for years, Stargazer, was updated a few days ago.

It appears that it forced a new appearance and one that, frankly, i’m not very happy with.

In the coming days, as time allows, I’ll find another theme and change things but until then, synaesthetic is going to look kind of rough.

I have found some new templates! Expect the visuals to change here every now and then.

Three years on; a journey of insanity, grief and realizations

As of a day or two ago (I don’t remember quite when it happened) marked the three year anniversary of my ex breaking up with me over the phone after four and a half years together. Her last words to me were,

Shelly, I’m oh so smart and there are so many things that I want to do and experiences that I want to have and I just don’t see you have a place in my future anymore.

This is mentioned in another entry that i haven’t posted yet but one of the things that i learned is that when my girlfriend of four and a half years broke up with me over the phone, was too much of a coward to go to a counselor and gave me the, “I’m oh so smart,” speech, then everything ended at that point. She ended our relationship and our friendship at the end of that sentence. Any obligations i had to her were voided, any respect that she was entitled to evaporated in her pusillanimous corona of singularly stupid and shallow solipsism.

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Part one

There have been so many changes in my life in the last two years that i’m not even going to begin to describe all of them here.

But i can’t seem to describe ANY of them either.

A few months after my breakup, i came into some information that i was previously ignorant of. It was one of those things where it was right in front of me and i guess i chose to not see or acknowledge it. As anyone that knows me will tell you, i am exceptionally and stupidly naive at times. Some people have described it as “charming” and i get that- but there are times when my nativity prevents me from seeing threats- personal threats and threats to my relationships to others. I refused to see others manipulating my relation with my ex, Michelle. I did the same thing with my most recent ex too.
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Prelude

It’s been a long time since i’ve written anything. Even now i don’t want to write because sometimes just talking about experiences can cause me to fall back into that experience and undo the healing that i’ve worked so hard to earn. Sometimes just remembering what i’ve been through is like eating a lump of cancer. Very stupid, selfish and insane cancer.

Nonetheless, i’ve always taken pride in that i’d rather live with an uncomfortable truth than live a convenient lie. This is coupled with some information that was given to me a few months ago that just… it just made me numb. I also gave this person my word that i wouldn’t say anything because of the potential to compromise her project for school.
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Ways to not give advice

Much has happened to me in the time since my last post. There hasn’t been a lot of good in these last few months but there’s been at least one good thing to come out of it. That and a lot of other items will have to be discussed in another post.

Today i wanted to mention something that’s grated on me for years. In my younger years, i would have unleashed the firehose of apoplectic rage the moment they were said to me. But as i’ve gotten older, i’ve realized i have little to say because: 1) nothing interests me anymore and 2) nothing i say or do makes any difference to anyone- and i was stupid to ever think otherwise.

But the time has come for me to speak up about this. It comes from decades of frustration because of well intentioned yet thoughtless words from people. This entry will not make a difference to anyone nor is it intended to. It is entirely cathartic. If anyone that reads this happens to benefit from my thoughts, great.
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