Cie's Year-End Wrap-Up 2018


I love the above image. Back in the late 1990s, I went to school for one semester for graphic design but dropped out. I didn't know it at the time, but I had untreated type 2 bipolar disorder, OCD, and borderline personality disorder, three exciting co-morbid conditions which happen to feed each other in ways that are just, shall we say, really special. I wouldn't be properly diagnosed until 2004.
When I think of how many years were wasted mired in shame and stigma because I had no idea in this Universe what was going on with me, I thought I was just an attention-seeking fuckup, it makes me very angry. Granted, some of the tools available to me now simply didn't exist when I was younger. E-commerce was in its infancy in the 1990s. There were no smartphones. 
Hell, even GPS was still in its infancy. (I still have my TomTom Go.) The job I have today could not have existed in the 1990s. Back when dinosaurs and Ronald Reagan roamed the Earth in 1984, I delivered pizzas. Even the TomTom Go was as yet unheard of. How the hell my dyslexic ass didn't get lost more often, I'll never know. When I think of trying to do my job without Waze, it gives me that feeling of waking up with a start after a terrible dream and praising whatever powers there might be that the dream isn't real.
So, I didn't initially come here to talk to you about type 2 bipolar disorder, but now that I've thought about it, I want to talk about it. This is how people tend to think of bipolar disorder, and it's a reasonably accurate depiction of type 1 bipolar disorder.


The post that the image comes from is worth reading.
The late Patty Duke had type 1 bipolar disorder. She is a personal heroine of mine. Her book, Call Me Anna, helped me understand better the things that I had gone through and to help me forgive myself for some of the truly awful decisions I made while hypomanic. 
Being diagnosed with type 2 bipolar disorder helped me understand why I had seen some features of bipolar disorder in myself but was convinced that I didn't have it because I'd never experienced a full mania. I tended to go from crushingly depressed to positive and overly functional. I never flew off to Vegas and got married to a guy I barely knew or anything of that nature, although I did convince myself several times that the Universe wanted me to be with guys who raised red flags like nobody's business and who, unsurprisingly, turned out to be horrible and abusive.
When I was hypomanic, I would take on second jobs and be the world's greatest employee that everyone loved until everything came crashing down and everyone ended up thinking I was the world's biggest flake and fuckup. I would be mired in depression which felt like being at the bottom of a dark pit that there was no way out of. 
When I would finally, miraculously, find myself pulled out of that pit, I would admonish myself that from now on I would be positive and productive and would never go back THERE again. When I inevitably went back there again, I would shame and berate myself for being a worthless fuckup.

Click to enlarge. 

This is a fairly standard bipolar disorder screening questionnaire. It tends to miss people with type 2 bipolar disorder.
Was there ever a period of time when I wasn't myself? No. I was always myself, although I often didn't like it very much. 
The late Peter Steele of Type O Negative, who had type 1 bipolar disorder, describes reflecting on occasions following a manic episode where he felt that there was something he could have learned from the time in question if only he could remember it. I never experienced anything like that.
I've never presented as talking extremely fast or seeming particularly hyper. I've never slept well anyway, so the "sleeping less than usual" criteria didn't send up any red flags. The late Julia Lennon described having periods where she wouldn't sleep for a week at a time, and doctors didn't know what was wrong with her. She was institutionalized on several occasions.
I did get involved in ill-advised relationships with abusive guys, but I never flew off to Vegas to do so. I took on multiple jobs and then crashed, often losing all of my jobs. When I was good, I was very very good, and when I was bad I was nonfunctional. 
I speak openly about my mental health struggles because I would be very happy if no-one else ever had to fight the way I've had to fight. I've been told that I should keep my psych problems hidden because people would avoid me if they knew I was one of THEM. I was told I would never find a job if people knew I'd been to a therapist. 
I was also told that I was "just being dramatic," that I needed to "stop seeking attention," that I was "just being lazy," and that I brought all my problems on myself with my "negative thinking." I can tell you that none of these criticisms did a damn thing to help me improve my life or to do anything except hide my problems and hate myself because I was never able to develop any decent coping skills for dealing with them until I was in my middle years. At this point, I'm still cleaning up the messes made by attempting to hide my problems, such as a storage unit full of stuff and a mountain of debt.
We've come a long way when it comes to mental illness in Western society, but we haven't come far enough. There is still a tendency to see people with mental issues as less intelligent or less capable or as loose cannons just waiting to explode and harm others. The truth is, people who live with mental illness are more likely to be victims of violence than to perpetrate violence.
There is a tendency to see jobs such as mine as "lesser" and to believe that the working poor, unemployed, and homeless "deserve" to not have basic amenities or a living wage. This needs to end. Everybody deserves the basic amenities, whether or not they are capable of working a "normal" job or at all.
I heard the term "lazy" so many times that I ended up with a terrible complex about taking breaks or doing things that are purely enjoyable and will never turn a profit. I once read a statement from a counselor which said that the term "lazy" should be replaced with "demotivated," because asking a person why they are so lazy shuts down the conversation and thus any chance of helping the person, whereas asking them why they are feeling demotivated leaves the conversation open and may help create a plan for helping them.
Exploitative shows like "Hoarders" should not exist. Like, at all. Capitalizing on people's illness for entertainment is twisted and barbaric. Hoarding is a subtype of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is the symptom of malfunction in a certain area of the brain. It is not "laziness." Dealing with hoarding tendencies is exhausting, time-consuming, and life-destroying. People with hoarding tendencies need help from a compassionate professional, not a bunch of lookie-loos seeking schadenfreude at another's expense.
My son is helping me deal with the lifetime of hoarding without help contained in my storage units and the closets and spare rooms of the mobile home that I hope to have in a condition where I can think about selling it by the end of next year. With his help, the storage unit, which is about the size of a one-car garage, is 1/3 of the way clear at this point, and we are hoping to have it entirely clear by June of 2019. 
My late father attempted to "help with cleaning," but his help really only traumatized me and made me feel more ashamed, which didn't lead to me keeping up with the process. My son is understanding when I tell him that I can't deal with a certain item at the moment and we'll need to put it aside. We move on to the next thing. He also suggests creating scrapbooks and art from my vast collection of images from magazines, unlike my father, who told me that "anything that lands on the floor needs to be thrown in the garbage."
My father had piles of papers and magazines all over his house. He had OCD with hoarding tendencies too, but he came from an era when one locked their mental health issues in an attic and never spoke of them. This helped nothing, which is why I have come out of the attic and am speaking openly about my struggles.
For years I refused to make New Year's resolutions because I had learned to equate them with "new you in 52" crap, which really benefits no-one but the billion-dollar diet industry. I refuse to have or promote weight loss as a "health goal." 
I spent 33 years in yo-yo dieting hell trying to hate myself thin. There is no way I'm going to endorse that behavior. I'm going batshit at this point with all the blogs in my sidebar promoting "get paid to lose weight" garbage. You'll never see me promoting these things because dieting inevitably fails for everyone but statistical unicorns.
Diets don't work. Health at Every Size works. If you want to start exercising, increase the amount you're exercising, or eat fewer processed foods, great, but do it for overall health, not for weight loss.
We'll all be a "new you in 52" anyway. We'll have new experiences behind us, and many of our cells will have been replaced by new ones. Don't buy into the "new you in 52" crap. It only leads to frustration. Instead, pursue things that will lead to a more authentic you. 
Your authentic you has nothing to do with a number on the scale or even the amount of money in your bank account. It is the you who is true to themselves, which has nothing to do with looks or status at all.

Best wishes in the coming year,
Cie







Weekend Writing Warriors 30 December 2018 (ER, FA, PA, RO)


The following is an excerpt from our forthcoming release, Sanguine and Scandalous, to be released on the first day of 2019.

Little Arvin Flurry, better known as Tinsel, a Christmas elf who was just one day shy of 15,000 years old, woke up in a daze in his reindeers’ stall. A caramel-colored doe called Delight nuzzled Tinsel’s golden curls and licked his face. Tinsel steadied himself against Delight’s sturdy frame and rose shakily to his feet. Once he was steady enough to run without falling over, he hurried to the palace to find what he already knew to be the case: his wife of 13,775 years, Felice Navidad the Frost Queen, was missing.
Tinsel quickly hitched Delight and a spirited young buck called Pumpkin to a sleigh and ordered them to take him to Felice.
“Stealthy now, Mates,” the elf cautioned. “We are entering the material realm. I could call it quaint were I feeling kind, but savage is far closer to the truth. Mortals are a violent lot, and when a mortal with all its unchecked appetites is made immortal, it’s a recipe for disaster to be sure.”

Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press


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This sweet and spicy tale features our lusty Gamma Iridian sex fiends, plus scheming billionaire vampires, a jilted BBW baker, and an adorable Christmas elf. Horns, lips, and loins lock often in this steamy installment of the quirky, explicit, one-of-a-kind Carnal Invasion smut-o-verse.
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We felt that the stunning image created by the wonderful DeeDee51 bore a striking resemblance to CI7's new darling, Keke Padovan. The twenty-year-old I.T. intern begins the tale as a starry-eyed ingenue carrying a torch for Xquenda Jewels' vice president, Sonny Walton. Keke is perceptive enough to see behind the glamorous facade presented by Sonny and his scheming adoptive father Tobias, and canny enough to make the sketchy reality work to her advantage.
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Cie
for Team Naughty Netherworld


Happy Xmahanukwanzyule 2018


(This post was written on the Deliver Me blog and cross-posted)

Happy holidays if you celebrate them and best wishes for prosperity in the approaching year!
It has been an eventful and not terribly lucrative year here in the World of Nether, but many of our efforts are still in their infancy and I like to think that things are looking up and that perseverance still counts for something. To a degree, these are uncharted waters that we are navigating with the rise of the gig economy. So, what can we do to make this unprecedented situation work for us?
For my own part, I have a knack for speaking my mind, such as it is, and for telling it like it is from my point of view. This has tended to get me in trouble, but the older I get the less fucks I give. 


However, I do not intend to use this so-called skill only to bitch about everything that pisses me off. I would also like to use it to help others. 
For many years, I worked as a nurse's aide and then a nurse. I helped those who were too infirm to care for their own needs. This included the elderly and special needs children. However, my own constitution declined sharply in the past couple of years, and I can no longer do the physically demanding jobs that I had been doing since 1988.
My income declined sharply when I was no longer able to work as a nurse. Between 2015 and 2017, I was pulling up to $1000 per week if I worked 60 hour weeks. However, I was constantly exhausted and always in a mental fog working this many hours. In some ways I'm amazed that I never made any critical errors.
I am unable to work full time at this point, and my disabilities put me out of the running for most "normal" jobs. Because of my health issues, I need Medicaid. But if I make more than $1100 a month, I lose Medicaid. To me, it seems as if I'm being punished for being disabled. I think that punishing people for being disabled is one whole steaming load of crap. I also think that Charles Dickens would have a field day writing about the current political climate in the era of Lord Dampnut. In fairness, being British, he might be more inclined to write about Brexit and Lord Dampnut's British soul twin, Boris Johnson.
In any case, I am trying to piece together a life that works. Other than being broke and physically unable to do certain things that I used to be able to do without issue, there are many ways in which I like my life after disability better than my life before disability. I like not being enslaved by a time clock. I much prefer soft deadlines to Draconian ones.
Overall, I am a creative rather than a practical person. If I could, I would spend my days writing, learning to draw, engaging in Photoshop Phucquery, hand crocheting, loom knitting, woodworking, making soap and candles, and whatever other artsy fartsy crafty wafty pursuit happened to strike my fancy. I attempt to keep my artsy fartsy side separate from the Deliver Me blog, but there is inevitable bleed-through, and I'm not going to fight the tide too hard.
If you are interested in opportunities for writers or occasional shares of poetry and prose, visit the Horror Harridans Writing Sisterhood page.
If you are interested in WAH opportunities, recipes, and suggestions for saving money, visit the Deliver Me blog.
If you are interested in reading high quality Kindle smut, visit the Naughty Netherworld Press blog. This blog is safe for work, but some of the places it links to aren't. 
If you are interested in obtaining a Tarot reading to help you kick-start the new year, click here.
May you and yours have a pleasant holiday if you celebrate, or a good day in general if you don't.

Best wishes,
Cie

This offer is valid through December 30, 2018


This offer is always in season

Weekend Writing Warriors 23 December 2018 (RO, ER)


Ambrosia Luna was always surprised and grateful when she thought about how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like Sonny Walton. Nobody believed that a guy like Sonny could ever go for a woman like Ambrosia. Sonny was the son of a billionaire tycoon, slated one day to take over his father’s position as president of Xquenda Jewels. Ambrosia was a baker of modest means.
Sonny was extremely good-looking. He was toned and muscular and had golden-blond hair the color of honey and intense ultramarine eyes. He had chiseled cheekbones and a strong, square jaw. He looked like the kind of guy who probably played football and dated the head cheerleader in high school.
Ambrosia did not look to be at all Sonny’s type.

Snippet from Naughty Netherworld Press' 2018 Xmahanukwanzyule release, Carnal Invasion VII: The Xquenda Chronicles Plus Naughty Netherworld Fairytales:  Ambrosia’s Sweet Holiday Surprise

Notes:
This tasty tidbit features the opening paragraphs of our forthcoming holiday special story destined to become a Christmas Classic, as Beavis would say.
We are also planning on releasing a New Years short-short with a shocking reveal and will feature a snippet from that Holiday Classic at the appropriate time.
Carnal Invasion VII will be unleashed on the world in the wee hours of December 24, 2018. Ready or not, here it comes!
The bad girls and boys of Naughty Netherworld Press would like to wish you all a very happy holiday and good cheer in the new year.



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Sly Speaks: Why I Noped Out of my Hysterectomy


I'm 53 years old and I have a history of sexual trauma and issues with my endocrine system including my reproductive system. I have PCOS. I have a degree of endometriosis, and I have polyps and fibroids in my uterus. The fibroids are small, not some grapefruit-sized thing.
I avoided having pelvic exams for close to 30 years because of past sexual trauma and fear of being shamed for being a larger person. I finally found a doctor I could trust to be honest with about my plumbing problems, so to speak. I see her quarterly because of my endocrine issues. When I told her that I had my "annual period" and was hoping this would be the last year for that mess, she said that wasn't normal and referred me to a gynecologist.
The gynecologist was a very sweet person who made me feel at ease. She never shamed me for my size. She did a D&C, which sucked because I felt like someone had been up in my business with a cheese grater, but I wanted to rule out cancer. The biopsy showed that I have simple endometrial hyperplasia with no cellular atypia. My risk of developing uterine cancer is 1.6% greater than the risk for someone who has no hyperplasia.
Hyperplasia is par for the course in someone with diabetes and PCOS. I produce too much estrogen. My primary care doctor is having me try a bio-identical progesterone, which may reverse some of the issues with my plumbing. One can always hope.
I was scheduled to have a hysterectomy, but I canceled the night before. Let me be clear that I'm not fanatical about women keeping their uterus come hell or high water. My son's best friend's mother had such horrible endometriosis that it had invaded her digestive tract. Some people have fibroids the size of a full-term fetus. There is no reason that these people should be forced to keep an organ that is malfunctioning to that degree. But this is not my case.
I always had miserable periods from hell and was glad when they came to an end. Initially, I was gung-ho to get rid of my reproductive organs, but after doing some research I realized I might be trading one problem for another (i.e. my incontinence could get significantly worse) and the inside of my hoo-hah could turn into the Great Southern Desert for the remainder of my life. In the end, it didn't seem worth it to undergo major surgery for a 1.6% higher risk of possible uterine cancer down the line.
Although two of the doctors involved in the process are women themselves (the person who would have done the surgery is a man) and they were all respectful to me, not a single one of them said a thing about the downside of having a hysterectomy. I think that doctors are taught to have this attitude that post-menopausal women are no longer able to have children, so why not just take the uterus out? But major surgery comes with risks. For me to agree to it, the risks have to outweigh the benefits, and they simply do not in this case.

~Sly Has Spoken~

Image copyright Juliahenze @123rf.com


Weekend Writing Warriors 16 December 2018 (ER, SF)


“Gracias, Jefe,” Krystal finally managed. “When La Jefa come here, she took us off guard. She drain us of energy, and she take Mami Wella away.”
“What does La Jefa want with Wella?” Max demanded, worried for the safety of his child’s mother. “And how did she wrap you up like a spiderweb? Is she, like, Spiderman?”
“Well, sort of like Spiderman, I suppose, except only she ain’t a man,” Jewel replied. “La Jefa, she kinda like a vampire and kinda like a spider, and kinda like a Medusa. If you look in her eyes, you gonna be in her control. Then she gonna wrap you up in her web and feed from your energy.”

Excerpt from The Dark Delights of Mistress Kali
Available from Naughty Netherworld Press on Kindle


Weekend Writing Warriors 9 December 2018 (ER, SF)


“Jefe!”
Krystal’s telepathic voice made Max take notice. He stopped trying to cut the thread and listened.
“You’ll have to put us in the bath, Jefe. This is how you wash off the strands. Then you going to have to give us energy.”
“Whatever you need, Baby, you’ve got it,” Max agreed. He lifted the tiny Krystal in his muscular arms and carried her to the oversized bathtub in Wella’s massage suite. He did the same for Jewel. He lay the two cocooned aliens side by side in the tub. He carefully checked the temperature of the water and began spraying the water from the showerhead over the otherworldly strands encasing the women.

Excerpt from The Dark Delights of Mistress Kali
Available from Naughty Netherworld Press on Kindle

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Notes:

Since folks were curious about how Max was going to be able to free his bodyguards from the weird web, this snippet provides the solution to that mystery in the right number of sentences. I enjoy serendipity!
I sort of apologize for my previous rants about Tumblr's ludicrous policy changes. Freedom of speech is an important right, and I think that sometimes people in Western society are so used to having it that they don't realize what a catastrophe it would be if our right to free speech is taken away.
Granted, Tumblr is a private entity, not a government institution. However, they founded themselves on one principle and have turned their backs on the people who helped them become what they are. The talk about the site being rife with child pornographers is a gross exaggeration.
Like any site, such bad actors appear occasionally and should be dealt with accordingly. The porn problem Tumblr was actually having involved spammy porn bots. Nobody wanted those, and Tumblr staff had been asked to deal with the problem by many subscribers, including legitimate independent adult performers.
Tumblr reimagining itself as a pure and pristine site suitable for schoolchildren was not the correct answer to the problem. This action was taken because Yahoo and Verizon want Apple to put Tumblr back in their app store, not because they actually care about exploitation. The issue is more nuanced than their P.R. team has revealed in press releases.

~Cie~




Cie's Eldritch Horror Removal




Since my uterus currently resembles an eldritch horror, it is being removed on December 17. Please keep me in your thoughts as you shut down your Tumblr accounts on that day in protest of The Fuckening.
I wonder if this post will be flagged by Tumblr’s bumbling purity-bot. That is, after all, a female-presenting uterus, and that eldritch horror might have female-presenting nipples somewhere on its body.

~Cie~

Insecure Writers Support Group + The Cheese Grates It: Banned on Tumblr









Note: This post contains profanity. If that is a problem for you, please don't continue reading.

You may wonder what this post has to do with the Insecure Writer's Support Group. I argue that freedom of speech is something all writers should be concerned about, and that is why I think this post is appropriate.
Tumblr shadow-banned my slightly naughty Supernatural fan blog.
Not for filthy, filthy Wincest pictures, like you might think. You actually have to go to about the 13th page to find an even remotely NSFW image. 
Nope. I can’t publish or reblog anything to this blog because I was being snarky about Tumblr becoming a kid-friendly playground instead of a platform for adults.
I’m moving wincestshippingtrash to nibblebit, a platform that is similar to Tumblr in the way it functions, and which is a platform geared to adult bloggers. Which is what Tumblr used to pride itself on, but now that they've sold their souls to Yahoo and Verizon, they're trying to present themselves as family friendly. Heck, a lot of the stuff that Tumblr was proud to allow was too rich for my blood, and I'm the founder, editor, and co-writer of the very torrid tales at Naughty Netherworld Press. If I'm nope-ing out because it's too raunchy, you know that shit's raunchy.
Here’s what’s funny. I have blogs on Blogger which I’ve deemed NSFW, even though most of them only contain harsh language. I flag these blogs as “adult” and when people type in the URL, they come to a notice which says “material on this blog has been flagged as only appropriate for adults. Do you wish to continue?” 
Tumblr has something called "safe mode," which prevents adult-flagged blogs from appearing in searches. Wincestshippingtrash was flagged as “adult” by me. It shouldn’t appear in Safe Mode, like, ever.
But it wasn’t even adult content that got the blog banned. It was the fact that I was being cheeky to Tumblr Staff, and they couldn’t deal.
I may be a mess health-wise at this point in my life, but I would fight to the death to preserve freedom of speech. I think that what Tumblr is doing is some East Block level shit. I guess we’ll see how long my primary Tumblr blog remains active what with me speaking out against the Evil Empire this way.
Also, what is this “female presenting nipple” bullshit, Tumblr? To me, that’s sexist AF.
Tumblr looks the other way when it comes to cyberbullying, including telling people to kill themselves or death threats. It's okay to call someone a "fat, ugly cunt," apparently. It's okay to promote violence by encouraging people to "punch a TERF." But Heavens forbid someone shows a bit of butt crack or a "female presenting nipple."


Folks have been circulating this around Tumblr to see how long it takes for it to get flagged. This is how ridiculous things have become.
Tumblr will either do what Blogger did a few years back and backpedal on their decision to ban adult content when they saw that their longtime users were leaving in droves, or they will become a wasteland like Myspace.
Nobody (well, nobody who shouldn't be in jail) wants child porn. The way to deal with that problem is not to ban all adult content. It is to remove the blog presenting it from public view, and do not delete the content because the FBI and Interpol will need access to it, but report the content to the FBI and Interpol. 
Again, freedom of speech is an issue which every writer needs to be concerned about. There are a lot of things which I find offensive, and there are a lot of things that I'm just plain not interested in. However, I believe it is appropriate that even things I deem offensive (such as Stormfront) are allowed a platform. If they go underground, they become even more dangerous. If they are allowed to spout their rhetoric, it is easier to refute them, and also easier for agencies such as the FBI to keep an eye on them.


Tumblr really screwed the pooch with their blanket adult content ban. This pooch. It is not a happy camper and is coming back to bite them on the ass.

~The Cheese Hath Grated It~


The Tumblr Wars Continue



So, apparently Angus Young has “female presenting nipples” these days. Or maybe having letters on your boxer shorts is just too lewd for Tumblr.
If wincestshippingtrash.tumblr.com gets taken down, I’ll be at therealcie.tumblr.com until I piss them off there too.
At this point, I’m just messing with the bastards. I’m in the process of trying to back wincestshippingtrash up on nibblebit.com It’s a similar platform to Tumblr, only without all the newly injected and almost universally disdained puritanism.
Flag this, you fucking cunts.




Fuuuuuck You Tumblr!





For those who don't know, Tumblr is doing some really stupid shit. So, I made this post.
I just wanted to see how long it would take for Angus Young’s male-presenting nipples and boxer-clad ass, Bon Scott’s male-presenting nipples and nearly dropped trousers, and Malcolm Young’s male-presenting nipples and exposed balls to get this post flagged.
I’m rather sure they would approve of the intent of this post.

The post didn't even post. Maybe it was because of my tags, one of which was "come at me, bitch."
Maybe it was because of all the MAN BOOBS!
Tumblr couldn't handle all the male-presenting nipples, and it went tits up.

The only reason I'm even remaining on that hellsite at this point rather than just straight up migrating all my blogs is because I'm curious whether they will do what Blogger did and backpedal within a couple of weeks because they're losing too many users, or whether they will go the way of Myspace and become a cyber-wasteland. Either I'll be laughing at their stupidity, or I'll be watching them burn.

RIP Bon and Mal.



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