Spotlight: Nemi!

Nemi is a comic by Lisa Myhre. The main character Nemi loves heavy metal and has a sweet tooth. I decided to spotlight this comic because the character is like me in many ways. I showed my man some of the comics and he laughed and said, "Oh lord that is so you!"

The comic shows the lighter side of goth and Nemi seems to be a perky goth. All pictures were taken from the  Nemi Montoya Facebook page  and you can find Lisa's official website here! 

Why Nemi is my spirit animal:



Example One:

She says, "Don't mind if I don't."

I like color but only in my eye shadow and accessories. I would feel very strange in a neon green top.


Example Two:

Hehe

This is me with cute cuddly things. Or if I had a wand in my possession.


Example Three:

The cute cuddly things need homes! I need these stuffed gators! I need these fluffy bears! NEED!


Example Four:

Me and my man shed. We shed so much that I am surprised we are not both bald. The shower and sink get clogged. And there are tumble hairs that parade in the carpet. Clogged hair in drains....*shudders*

These really brighten my day. Do you have a favorite comic?

Girls on Film!

Well girls on camera. I spent time with some new friends yesterday. My man introduced me to these two lovely ladies last New Years Eve and I finally hung out with them. I actually got out of the house! Lately I realized that I do make friends but never hang out. I have this weird fear that if I get close to people I will loose them. This is due to incidents in my past where "friends" betrayed me.

But these gals are like minded and I really need some girl friends to hang out with since most of the people I hang out around are male. We took pics and I wanted to show off some of what was taken! There will be more but I am very pleased with the results so far. I kind of felt odd since I was the only one without a child there...but I am not ready for kids just yet. (Oh and one of the girls named her first daughter Violet!)

It was so very windy! The other girl, Cricket, is wearing my fishnet top and dress.

I really love this one. I like how my eyes kind of look like two different colors.

I am trying very hard not to be introverted. Getting out and interacting with people is really good for my mind.

March Loves and Lorde!

It has been very busy last week and this week I am working Monday through Thursday. (Phew!)
But me next paycheck is going to be awesome! My man is now working from 6 am to 2 pm so that means we get to spend a lot more time together. Random strange weather has been here going from bright and sunny to a bit of a cold chill. Alabama weather is fickle...very fickle.

Sources: Amazon.com, FuckYeahUrbanTribes, Google Images

Manic Panic Virgin pressed powder and Dreamtone foundation: 
This stuff was a slight splurge but since I found it on amazon I saved a little cash. I use the Dreamtone foundation to lighten up my concelor and my Holika Holika BB cream. The Virgin pressed powder is white also. I use a kabuki brush to lightly apply the powder since using a lot can make you look like a mime. When used in moderation both of these things give me a pale pallor and a slight glow.

Pointy Vampire Nails:
 I love the look of sharp pointed nails. I pointed mine but I my pinky nail broke off so I clipped all my nails. Back to growing them out to point them again!

Round sunglasses:
My sunglasses are usually huge. Like "I am hiding from the paparazzi" huge.  Or maybe I just have a small face? I love the new trend of giant circle sunglasses and I saw a relatively cheap pair on Amazon that I need...well...want.

Lorde:
She has better songs than "Royals" and I love her style. She wears giant chokers, chunky combat boots, and her hair is wild. And she rocks a dark lip like nobodies business. She writes her own songs and has macabre artistic inspirations. Her song Easy is haunting and talks about the loss of privacy.

So do you have a guilty pop pleasure?

Growing up adopted...prepare for feels.

To clear things up I will use the terms "biological mother" to refer to my well...birth mother, and "mother" to refer to my adopted mother.

My mother adopted me when I was three months old. She was a foster parent and always had a house full of kids. I was the youngest and the only girl that she adopted. My biological mother was not fit to take care of me. Due to the abuse she dealt with when she was younger it affected her so greatly she was perpetually stuck in a mental state of a child. As a baby I was in unfit living conditions and she was not able to properly take care of me. She did drugs and drank while pregnant with me so I ended up being born with fetal alcohol syndrome. Also due to the drug use I was born premature and I had to have a heart monitor that would go off if my heart beat was not normal or it stopped beating. I did not cry like a healthy baby would and I did not like being touched.

I harbor no resentment towards my biological mother. My biological family is very messed up. Drug use, mental disorders and abuse run wild throughout the family. She did the right thing by putting me up for adoption. My mother had only one biological child, a daughter, that died when she was close to the age I was adopted. I really think that is a big reason why we have so strong of a bond.

I have always known I was adopted. My mother felt that I should know why I was adopted so when I was eighteen she let me read the files on my adoption so I know more about it. I have one blood brother and one half brother but I have never met my half brother since meeting him would mean I would meet my biological mother. Honestly I have no need to meet her. The woman that adopted me is my mother. She raised me to be the person I am today. She raised me to be strong and independent. She is older (in her 70's) and it never failed that someone would call her my grandmother. This infuriates me to no end.

My mothers family..well that is a different story. Sometimes I feel like they do not like me since I am "not real family" and I resent them sometimes. Certain family members do not approve of the way I dress or the career I am pursuing. But my mother knows I am happy and she has no shame in what I do. She once wore all black for a time to get underneath their skin. She is happy if I am happy. She knows the way I dress does not define my life and I am pursuing a career that will make me happy.

So, do you know someone who is adopted? Would you consider adoption?