It's me, pretending to be me.

Rose who?

Look ma...two days in a row....


I know you don’t submit these to Welcome to My Reality til the end but like I said….fuck the world avoidance and all that…

"Welcome To My Reality Forum" 
January 2025 Prompt #43
Who is the person you would like to travel with the most and why?

Come on now…
Everybody knows there ain’t no party like a timelord party because a timelord party is not bound by temporal parameters and thus don’t stop.

Not even a second’s thought - Doctor Who OF COURSE.

With just a few …not demands…more like requests…
We must get in trouble with the Daleks. We must. Please. I have a real-life recording of a Dalek saying my name. I love to make people listen to it because it is just too nerdy. And I love when people don’t even know what the fuck it is. Won’t be sharing it here though because no one here knows my name. Just know that I approached a Dalek in a silent moment like church and asked for this like it was my personal come to Jesus experience. I pissed off a room full of hardcore Gallifreans for this and the recording is about one second long. One second of kick-ass that is.
I do NOT do NOT do NOT want to travel with that female doctor. She’s like my Voldemort. She who shall not be named. This is the sort of stance you start with ‘Sorry but,’ except I am not sorry. Unfortunately, like rappers, the doctor in any regeneration is not a female and still good. It simply isn’t possible and oversaturated keyboard-warrior feminism does not mean we fix what hasn’t been broken for 60 years. Sixty fucking years and suddenly we need to put a pussy in the position of power to stay relevant to a portion of the fan population? No, we don’t need to do that. Perhaps if the maleness of a character offends you then the show is not for you. Not perhaps.

Having said all that and also taking a moment to recognize and appreciate the utter classic nature of the OG Doctor Who….. I’d want to shoot through galaxies yet constantly end up in some earth version of London, with the tenth doctor. Because in our downtime I would WEAR DAVID TENNANT OUT. Leave him searching the universe for anything that might measure up to the heroin hit of a memory I’d leave that man with. I can’t end this without adding that in my wildest dreams he would point to his pants and make a joke about things being bigger on the inside. Forget my come to Jesus moment, bring on my cum to David moment.


Blog Harbor (why won't it let me link to this?! Investigation to begin)
Prompt #50 What type of story (specific narrative, not just a general genre) do you never get tired of reading or hearing about?

I read all kinds of shit, all kinds of genres. I do not like non-fiction really but that isn’t the question… the one thing that I will never get tired of, that I have had as a guilty pleasure so long that I have surpassed the implied shame to read such nonsense in public. ENEMIES TO LOVERS HISTORICAL SMUT. Even more specifically…. Scottish highlands smut where a laird or a laird’s son must get with or save another clan’s daughter. Or laird’s daughter and opposing clan’s laird…..you get the picture. Hitch up your kilt and let’s roll in the heather. It’s like a B-grade movie…after a while, the quality doesn’t even register. I really no longer even mind throbbing members (as if I have ever protested a throbbing member)or delicate flowers and pulsing nubs. (Actually - not true. If someone uses nub then I turn into Peter Griffin and simply must laugh.)

These books serve two purposes for me…I can escape real life for any amount of time I desire. These books, no matter the length, can be consumed at a rate of two a day. If I want to escape for a string of twenty smutty chick-lit books then I can and it is just about a week of my life's downtime that my kids have to bitch and moan about the missing maid. (Oh oh oh..the Scottish laird who must locate the missing maid but she turns out to be the beloved daughter of the chieftain he is warring with.)

Also - if I put away four or five of them in quick succession (and gods forbid you give me a smutty series) then I am infinitely inspired to write. I don’t write smut - obviously. I’ve tried and I am not good at it. Not. At. All. But I will write pages and pages and pages directly afterward….my pen gets rock hard.


No prompt, just me...

Yesterday was the day most people gave up on their resolutions. Halfway through establishing a habit and most people gave up 24 hours ago. I hate resolution time. I hate the pretense that on this specific day, one will implement changes that they have spent 364 days thinking about putting into action. Asshole - start changing the day you realize how... not in the morning, not on Monday, not next January 1st.

I do however like the thought of a word for the year. Previously I have tried a word per month but the truth is….that is too much evolution effort and the follow-through suffers. This year, due to the current conditions of my day-to-day existence, my word is self-accountability. Like nitty-gritty honest fucking self-accountability. I have a good grasp on self-awareness. I readily admit and accept and revel in my faults in quite a few cases. That’s not what I need to improve on. I need to stop being the asshole in the previous paragraph. Highlighting and dissecting my issues isn’t enough. The absolute truth of me is that I procrastinate the effort required to make any impactful change - mostly because it would fuck with some comfort aspect of my life or something that I just don’t want to give up. Not like…bed sores from my recliner comfort… but fuck with my emotional comfort type shit. It would fuck with my control of it all. I’m the create chaos to control chaos type and fuck do I flourish when I am controlling chaos. Becoming a better person would cancel the need for chaos. What fun is that shit? Peaceful maybe, but do I even know how to do peaceful? Methinks probably not.

On the fucking plus side of 2025 so far I am about to go post my update in the weekly goals forum and it might very well be the first time EVER that I will have completed what I stated in that forum on a Monday. Call it a win and wrap that shit up with a bow. Let’s start 2026.