I hope your New Year got off to a kickass start. Mine? Mercurial for sure.
I had the absolute pleasure of suturing my brother's Corazon Leather patch onto his back at the Clubhouse. Despite rude onlookers invading my space and bumping me while I was holding a needle attached to live skin, I had fun. The patch even came out straight! Check this out!
Historically, patches were "christened" with blood, piss or cum. Like me, my brother and his titlespouse chose blood. It was an absolute honor to be asked by both Corazon Titleholders to "christen" and "bless" their patches for the upcoming title year as the "only 2016-17 titleholder to wear the patch with honor". I was asked to suture my beloved brother's patch onto his back and to staple the patch onto the back of our first Mx. Corazon Titleholder. No pressure, right? Umm... Hella pressure, hello.
I sincerely believe that the right people were chosen to represent New Mexico and I look forward to seeing their growth and accomplishments in the year to come. I also hope that their service to the community will continue long after their title year is complete.
New topic: an unofficial mentor of mine had heart troubles and expired in the hospital. I do not necessarily believe that attending the wake held in his honor is necessary for me personally. I made my peace with him while he was alive and it hurt when I learned of his expiration. I've gone through my own grieving process and I do regret not spending more time with him while he was breathing. With that said, please reach out to your friends, family and loved ones because you never know if this very day may be their last. RIP Daniel.
Last night, right before the Education at the Wet Munch, my mother called me. I ignored her call and promptly received a text, "Call me ASAP." The last time I received a text with those words, my stepfather (whom I consider my dad) had a gun safe fall on him, requiring a hospital stay in addition to my uncle perishing in a freak boating accident and his body being found 1 hour before my step-down speech as one of the Ms. Corazon Leather 2016-17 titleholders. I fell apart in the hotel lobby in front of my peers, friends and chosen family.
I managed to get through my speech thanks to the resting bitch Jinx dead face, my boy Rowan, my chosen family and friends sitting in the audience, and Ninjet and I's successors lingering behind the curtains, waiting to see which of them would take our places. After all was said and done, I went up to my room and cried myself to sleep in my boy's arms.
I called my mother back and was informed that my great Aunt passed at home from heart failure. I couldn't get the whole story because my mother's voice was distorted by tears.
I am sitting here now looking up flights and hoping by some small miracle that I can make it to Lafayette Louisiana for my great Aunt's funeral and manage to be back in Albuquerque before my other obligations arise but I am not having much luck. I am bombarded by emails, FB messages, texts, FL messages and phone calls...all constant reminders of the craziness that is my life.
For my New Year, I vow to take better care of myself because I cannot keep filling others' bowls if my own bowl is empty. If that means cutting toxic people and situations out of my life, so be it. I also don't really make New Year's Resolutions because I feel that waiting until the New Year gives everyone reasons to procrastinate or put off changing themselves or their lives.
Maybe things will change. Maybe I will continue to be the sarcastic, anxiety-ridden, dark humored Jinx that many of you have come to know and love.
We will see.
I advise each and every one of you to do the same. Put yourself first. For fuck's sake, no one else will.
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