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back from where…
I have not written anything here since coming back from Burning Man probably because I really have not completely landed. When I try putting the puzzle pieces together I am finding they did not really fit.
When I sit here looking at the screen determined to write something there are too many things trying to get out at the same time. I will, for your information, be writing more on my burner blog talking about my actual experience out there but these pages are for me. My burner blog is on this site too here.
Anyway, this may sound cliche, but I am back and changed down to my soul. There is this vein of anger I am missing and left somewhere and the way the universe works I pity the soul that may have taken that energy into him, her or other. Not trippin’ either. When you read the burner blog maybe you will understand… if you do.
I did come back determined to put a foundation under my feet. There was an unexpected upheaval in that plan when my wallet was left in Reno. It basically forced me to put life on pause a moment longer and make some evaluations. In that I updated my portfolio site called StudioSK. I don’t want that any more… I am sick of technology and am burnt out on it.
The burning desire to be creative and put my art out there kinda got a kick in the groin too. My art piece Final Passage was a ship wreck. All the work and all the energy I put into the piece itself was a total failure. I did take away the journey as the win in this case, because the people I was able to work around and I hope I learned something. In fact an idea for my next art piece can be very exciting.
One big issue is the problems I have had with my birth father. This is a demon that haunted me a long time and 2 years of therapy only took me so far. The anger that was inside of me and the pain of struggling with the life of being with him in my formative years was more damaging than I ever imagined.
Without sounding crazy, which some people think I am anyway, a woman named Gigi and a man named Coop helped me strip something out of me that left me softer. It left me more fluid. It took away a lot of anger.
No. My sails are unfurled and I feel like I am in the sea. I root out the people who cause pain and I refuse to acknowledge their attempt to pull me down. I look into your projection of pain and your false empathy and let it roll right past me. I am like the wind and you are the trees and I will become water and you will be the rocks.
I am rediscovering my spirit and I will not let you take that away from me. Let me tell you your spirit is important too. When you try to steal mine you are losing a bit of yours.
Hippieville
Well, I have arrived in San Francisco and settled in. It was a slightly bouncy landing and more expensive than I expected. I was not very happy about the expenses… $135. for a tank of gas and that bitch needed to be filled 3x. I had to borrow the money which I did not have.
So, I took some pictures of the trip in and some of the property where I am living. It is a decommissioned Nave Base and it still looks like a base. I love it… I miss those days. There is a lot of hood-rats running around here but the place is clean and nice.
Did I mention I live in the middle of the bay on an island. Yes, it is called Treasure Island and it sit between Oakland and San Francisco connected by the Bay Bridge.
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Personally Speaking
Coming here and seeing Mark again was nice. I have not seen him in more than a year. It’s been good seeing him again and getting aquainted, but he is a party animal and I cannot keep up with that boy. We met up Friday and Sunday and went out and decided I was done for a little while anyway.
The household itself is a strange mix and we all have some interesting things in common. Some things I just can’t put into writing on this site, but at the same time I hate editing myself. This just proves to certain assholes out there that I do have an edit button.
Friends
After my last posting I got calls from my mom and sis-Christine trying to find out if I was ready to drive off a bridge somewhere. I love their concern, but no one should take anything I write too seriously. I think I mentioned that a few times before.
In the last blog I just felt like there were some things I would have to say to some of the more stable people in my life or were in my life. My ex’s, dead or alive, will never understand the emotional investment I really had in them. It’s the same with some of my friends which is making this move to San Francisco troubling on some level.
- Gene aka Bam Bam called me today because he only just heard I was moving. He’s such an amazing guy and the woman he is with is also an amazing woman.
- John was my best friend for almost 4 years but turned into a douche bag not only to me but to everyone we knew. Not sure what happen there, maybe he is writing his own chapter.
- Freddy is my newest shining light and I just really met him. He and his boyfriend have become good friends and I worry a little about Freddy.
There are so many people I met here and really loved a lot. It is probably more than anywhere I lived before, but I sincerely have to relate that to the Burning Man community connections I made here.
When I left L.A. / Long Beach I left some people behind on that level, too. We stay in touch, but nothing like when it was more geographically preferred. But the thing is, that people like Kaidy, Jeff and Ed are still in my heart though we either don’t talk or barely.
So, there is one thing missing from most people I would call a friend and that is I don’t think most would help me in a pinch. It seems like most “friends” have a universe that ends 2″ past the end of their noses. NOT ALL are like that, but I seem to invite people in my life that are pretty self involved.
Now, I am certainly to blame. I am selfish myself. I want my own time to write and make things and just chill. I am not high maintenance, but at the same time I want a companion pretty bad. Maybe just a friend, better if it were more.
I have been going through a lot of changes in the last couple years and will bring a new outlook to San Francisco.
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.
-the above was posted on Facebook today by a wise man
In My Head
I am feeling very reflective lately and without any doubt it is all about the coming changes coming into my life. I made the leap from the plane to say ‘I am moving to San Francisco’. I made a choice for change and I am falling out of through the sky headed for earth with my fists clenched and teeth gritting together….
At some point the parachute is going to open… right? At some point fate and life is going to shift speeds and I am going to land and be able to walk on a new path and start making a new life.
I have to be able to to walk and keep walking because I am at middle age. I have to look to the future and say – ‘hey, you have no retirement and no pillow if the world falls out from under you’. There is no one who is looking out for me or can rescue me will have my back.
When I think about those people I CHOSE to have in my life I have chosen to be involved with people who would never help me. That is until I met many of the Burners I have met. In the default world one of two things have happened:
- People in the world I have called friends (the kind of friend you think always had your back) have about 90% of the time stabbed me in the back and tried to destroy me…
- Or ask for help and see their hand jut out looking for something in return…
More people and family have failed me than I can really stomach.
I have failed a lot of people in life myself and at some point realized it. The problem with having an epiphany like that is that there is no going back. There is no building that bridge again because it means trust has been destroyed.
I do think I am different in this area though and in rare cases hold real grudges. I can think of some people who I felt really betrayed by and if they sat down with me and had a good conversation I would open up to them really quickly.
That’s neither a fault or a blessing, as it were, neither being conducive to ruminating on the past or carrying that baggage any further into the future.
The one relationship I will never be able to recover that I regretted fucking up more than any other is the one with my sister. Her and I have not got along well our entire lives. There is a ton of baggage on that and inside me from it. This does not include my step-siblings whom I feel close to.
If I died tonight I would ask this site be kept alive as long as possible and people get to know me. I do want my story told, but somehow I would think I would have to be the one who wrote it. There are some features in that story that would make a lot of jaws drop open and… most guarantee that the people who think I am nuts… would be sure I was nuts.
I have a lits of people I would apologize to and ask for forgiveness to:
- Mom: I wish I was a better son and I wish I never went to you to borrow money and failed to pay you back. You probably should have told me “no”, but I know you love and cared for me more than anyone. I know you did more for me as a kid and as an adult than anyone.
- Bob: You were at times more of a dad to me than my own father because you were open with me, you set boundaries, and you proved you can be vulnerable. I see the relationship with your biological children and see it very different than they. I feel lucky to see you as I have. I respect what they perceive.
- Lynn: There are no words to tell you that from the beginning that I would imagine what future we had and did not have. I was a horrible brother and I got so caught up in the wrong things. I still get lost in them, but finally I am seeing that I have made a lot of stupid and selfish choices.
- Jack: I want nothing to be like you. If I open my mouth and hear your voice come out I actually shake. We were father and son for most of the first decade of my life, but when you decided to make our lives an accessory to yours you found out you could detach and divorce what anyone else cared about. You have no idea how many mean and evil things you said to me since in I was a little kid. You have no idea how much you screwed me. You think when I divorced you that it was about money but it was an epiphany that I was not the fat, stupid, worthless, not worthy of your name kid you abused the shit out of in his teens. And the shadow you kept casting over me in adulthood had to be turned off.
- Christine, Jennifer and Sean: It was good growing up with you. You are like my own blood, but Jennifer these days I barely know you.
- Rob, Mona and Tracey: I like you very much and I wish we had more connections.
- Ron: My first true love and soul mate – I still think of you and regret that I lost you. When you died I was left with a big weight on my heart that never went away.
- Adolfo: The last man I can imagine ever loving as much as I did and a soul mate that gave me this awkward balance I wanted to keep so badly. Then it all went horribly wrong and it was my fault. Then we tried something for a moment and it broke like a crystal ornament falling to the ground. I wish you peace and love in your heart.
I suppose I would think of more one day. But these are the people that dominate my mind and my therapy. The biggest demon of that time has been the issues I had with my father and that is a mountain unto itself.
I regret that my heart has been seemingly made of green grass and I have been out and out cruel to so many people around me. I am sorry I have been so impatient to so many. It bothers me I can look into someone’s eyes and see an empty void. It is hard to see through people who are so disingenuous and actually lie so easily.
There has been a lot said here tonight and a lot laid out that no one will care about and no one will appreciate for the right reasons.
If this was a suicide note I might have expanded a little more, but suicide is something I could never do. I have wished for death and prayed for a swift end… even often wishing I would never wake up in the end. In some ironic metaphysical bitch-slap our dear God has managed to keep me healthy and strong as a cosmic ‘kiss my ass‘.
Taken Inventory
So, I made the commitment for moving to San Francisco as of June 1st and because in the beginning of May there was a moment where I had to shit or get off the pot. I have been in Vegas longer than anywhere else in life I have ever lived.
That is not such a bad thing because I have accomplished a lot of things while living here. I have lived while living here. I have been faced with people of the darkest souls and enriched by the most loving of hearts. I cannot tell you some of the things I have done, because there are some things that just don’t go into writing unless your getting a million dollar commission on it and appearing on Oprah.
While the wins here have been huge, there has been a lot of heart felt losses. While I grappled to hold on positive relationships, I bailed out quickly on those that felt disingenuous and poisonous.
- I had a great relationship with a man I credit as a soul mate even though I lost it
- I got my Associates Degree in Culinary and got to know a top chef in the U.S.
- I received my Bachelor of Science degree in web design
- I traveled from here to Buenos Aires, Thailand, and Bali
- I have eaten at some of the best restaurants you can imagine
The one thing I cold not wrap my head around in this city is the people. When I went to San Francisco a couple of years ago a homeless woman went into a Rite Aide and she did something wrong. The clerk asked her to stop and she politely responded. I was so shocked I needed to know what planet I was on.
It seems like the worst street trash could come into this town and get a job and make tons of money. Now, the economy is so bad that people are clinging on to the few jobs remaining. Idiots are still the dominant species in town and the arrogant monkey butt scratchers have thinned out a lot.
If it were not for the Burner community here I am sure I would have gone completely insane. Most of them are really great people and yet there are some who will never ever ever get “it”.
No one is perfect or no place will be better than the last unless you (me) can change. I just feel like I am staring at a wall here and there is no place for me. I have been out of work in Vegas for a year. Yes, I have been “working” but I am barely making it by. I feel like a new stride and new paths can lead to something pretty amazing.
Projects Ho!
I have some really powerful community projects I am working on. They all pretty much tie into Burning Man in some way because it is a 
community of souls I have really adopted. It is important to me to cultivate that energy.
- www.nthtribe.com / www.twitter.com/nthtribe : is a project that will hopefully result in being able to grant artists grants by the date of the Burnal Equinox in 2012. It evolves around a structured system in a culture that seems to want to reject order. But, the focus of this project IS community, cultivating art & performance, and growth in a group dynamic.
- www.sunguardians.net / www.facebook.com/pages/Sun-Guardians/202134439804040 : my new Burning Man camp that will have yoga classes through the week and have art classes. It will also promote a week long art project by the residents that will burn on Sunday before temple.
- www.gayburners.com / www.twitter.com/gayburners : A shout-out on the JRS from Burning Man made the cockles of my heart warm for this project that is gaining real momentum.
- I proposed a concept to Burning Man about something called M.A.S. (Member Action System) where a network is built for members to support members like and EAP program seen in many businesses. EAP is Employee Action Program that supports people with alcohol, narcotic and other kinds of addictions and problems seeking assistance.
- …hmmm oh “Final Passage” is my HUGE art project for burning man www.art23design.com
So, as much as I focus on my projects and laying seeds to greatness, there are so many times I wish it all brought in an income. If I were a Kardashian I might implode. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
These Times
…they are a changing. So… I think in recent months (years) my direction on this blog has been to bitch about something. More like vent about something bugging the shit out of me.
Whatever… I am stressing about a lot of things and principle among them is that I am about to be out of money. Work is not coming in fast enough, but I am hoping for a miracle.
Alas, next week I am going to San Francisco for a few days to participate in another Burning Man thing. It is a leadership summit which I can benefit from in life as much as the things I do with Burning Man. It is relevant that I am seriously questioning my ability to continue with Burning Man at all.
I ask myself… where am I going? I am fearing where I will end up. Is Burning Man a vehicle for me or is it the path to my own demise; not Burning Man itself! Burning Man has opened up something inside of me like a window on my heart, but it’s still an empty window.
I can put flowers on the sill, maybe a fresh baked pie, but really it is all set decoration.
On this road I have planted seeds and raised flags. I have shaken hands but some home I managed to burn a lot of bridges. My karma points board is looking very sketchy and I look up… I look to the horizon… I find tears in my eyes and a hand to my heart. That hand looks for a pulse and the eyes cling to hope.
Plan A: Find a job now and start working full time and do everything I can to make it made….
Plan B: Keep trying to the end and if I fail be prepared to deal with the consequences without putting my weight on anyone else.
Plan C: (pending)
loss of blood flow to brain
This isn’t porn!!!! It’s guys somewhere in the world wrestling… and it is beautiful!
bustour#4 – gladyatörs from markus dassel on Vimeo.
Where? What? Huh?
Been feeling like making an entry, but my thoughts were focusing on negative things and I think I need to vary away from all that. I get so angry when I think about the pure evil that Cameron and Melissa have inflicted on this community and how so many people think it is so damn cute.
Anyway, I am working hard on getting this art project funded and off the ground, but fate seems to be working against me again. Maybe I am just walking down the wrong road? I cannot seem to get people to support me on this endeavor at least not at the level I really need.
Anyway, I have a couple garments I am finishing up this weekend and one of them is so cool looking! I will scan them in and post on my portfolio site. 🙂