Licky, Licky, Licky
Feb. 11th, 2026 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeI'm now halfway through my trip to the UK and the weather has been the dullest, dreariest grey I have ever known. It has barely stopped raining, which has been prohibitive, so I suppose having to work has been a blessing. I don't particularly like working when staying with my parents - I was at my father's place before Scotiacon and I'm at my mother's place now - but with so little to do, it's a trade-off I can live with. Of course, with both parents having dogs, they are proving to be quite the distraction while my wrist sprains sustained a couple of weeks ago from falling over seem to be getting worse rather than better. This has made typing painful and I may have to go for an X-ray once I get back to Germany.
The benefit of working at my parents is I can spend longer with them. I spent four days with my father for example. While I was kept busy during the day, it meant I was able to chat during the evenings, even going on the occasional walk with Edward the dog. He was a bit weird, at one minute affectionate, the next disinterested, but he was largely nay bother. We also managed to go up to The Murray Park for another fantastic barmeal, although I did swerve the Chicken Highlander with haggis as last time I tried it, it was dry. The fish and chips were divine though, as was the selection of Scottish cheeses, but as ever these never come with enough crackers. You would think that this would be the cheapest part of the ensemble and yet the cheese was overloaded. Still, I couldn't complain for £10. With my mother, we have largely been watching the Winter Olympics, with us trying and failing to understand the figure skating scores. The performances were something else and despite initially struggling to get into it, I did find myself getting more involved the more the competition progressed.
My parents living in different parts of the country has made visiting more tricky, thus necessitating working from theirs, but I suppose that means longer stays. I'm only with my mother for two days though - there's less to do in her rural farmhouse than my father's medium-sized town. It has been jarring switching between my real name and he/him pronouns with my parents compared to she/her and my fur name at the con, but I guess it's something I'll have to live with for now. After the harrassment I endured from normies on Friday, it's particularly jarring though. I'm still unsure where I want to take my gender and although my parents will probably be supportive, there's probably no need to tell them yet. The only other negative is the alcohol and heavy food that's being plied on me, particularly after a convention where I drank 22 pints and did a craft beer tasting too. I may cut drinking out completely post-NFC and see if I can get my weight down as that would be a huge boost to my self-esteem and gender issues. Seeing this beer belly enhances my maleness and causes a load of discomfort. Losing it will definitely help me.
Aside from this, I have been trying to sort out my professional situation, but two more full-time job rejections during my time away has hit my confidence. Still, there could be a few positive changes with my two main clients, plus I may get more freelance editing gigs inside the furry fandom too. This was one of the reasons behind the creation of my business cards which I distributed at Scotiacon, although I know that full-time furry editing is unlikely to generate the income I need. Still, I feel I may be able to construct something that works, but I'll have to see.
The benefit of working at my parents is I can spend longer with them. I spent four days with my father for example. While I was kept busy during the day, it meant I was able to chat during the evenings, even going on the occasional walk with Edward the dog. He was a bit weird, at one minute affectionate, the next disinterested, but he was largely nay bother. We also managed to go up to The Murray Park for another fantastic barmeal, although I did swerve the Chicken Highlander with haggis as last time I tried it, it was dry. The fish and chips were divine though, as was the selection of Scottish cheeses, but as ever these never come with enough crackers. You would think that this would be the cheapest part of the ensemble and yet the cheese was overloaded. Still, I couldn't complain for £10. With my mother, we have largely been watching the Winter Olympics, with us trying and failing to understand the figure skating scores. The performances were something else and despite initially struggling to get into it, I did find myself getting more involved the more the competition progressed.
My parents living in different parts of the country has made visiting more tricky, thus necessitating working from theirs, but I suppose that means longer stays. I'm only with my mother for two days though - there's less to do in her rural farmhouse than my father's medium-sized town. It has been jarring switching between my real name and he/him pronouns with my parents compared to she/her and my fur name at the con, but I guess it's something I'll have to live with for now. After the harrassment I endured from normies on Friday, it's particularly jarring though. I'm still unsure where I want to take my gender and although my parents will probably be supportive, there's probably no need to tell them yet. The only other negative is the alcohol and heavy food that's being plied on me, particularly after a convention where I drank 22 pints and did a craft beer tasting too. I may cut drinking out completely post-NFC and see if I can get my weight down as that would be a huge boost to my self-esteem and gender issues. Seeing this beer belly enhances my maleness and causes a load of discomfort. Losing it will definitely help me.
Aside from this, I have been trying to sort out my professional situation, but two more full-time job rejections during my time away has hit my confidence. Still, there could be a few positive changes with my two main clients, plus I may get more freelance editing gigs inside the furry fandom too. This was one of the reasons behind the creation of my business cards which I distributed at Scotiacon, although I know that full-time furry editing is unlikely to generate the income I need. Still, I feel I may be able to construct something that works, but I'll have to see.
