I made a public LGBTQ+ calendar because i couldn’t find one with a cursory search, and it’s not baked into GCal (of course). So if you need to add these special days/weeks/months to yours, here ya go. I may make updates to it as needed. For example, some fucking groups enjoy making their stupid day occur on the third wednesday after the second full moon before Chinese New Year, except for leap years when it’s the second tuesday before Lent. Which makes things super complicated to enter into a digital calendar. Some events i had to manually input 28 god damn times (julian calendar dates repeat every 28 years). You’re welcome!
i’m trying to quit vaping because my pulmonologist grimly insists it’s gonna kill me, and the context for this is that i do have a growing >1cm growth in my lungs that the doctor, of late, seems more panicked about than i am. My wife is panicking about this even more. Everyone in my family (except my fabulous SF queer icon uncle, who died of AIDS) (and my mom, who is a dead junkie) got their first cancers at almost exactly my age; they almost all eventually died of cancer (only my fabulous NYC queer icon uncle, who got his later, is still hanging on). I’ve been getting CT scans every 3 months for the past year (of which i guess i should have already been a little alarmed about the frequency), and now my Dr ordered a PET scan, which has just today been denied by my insurance (Caresource Ohio Medicaid).
Oh, right: i should mention i fully deserve whatever is happening, because i smoked 4+ packs of smokes a day for 23 years. (For the last 15 i’ve been exclusively and enthusiastically vaping, mostly my own tobacco-based DIY concoctions on a high-mid-shelf vape rig using voltage or temperature control on stainless steel coils and cotton wicking. I’ve steadily lowered the nicotine level to where it’s currently less than 1%. It’s the best setup. I highly recommend it, but only if you’re currently an addicted smoker.)
I only have a single close friend these days, and i’m leaning toward not telling her at all, ever. This is a little chancy considering i’m hitting publish on this little blog soon, which gets picked up by my social media, but IIRC it’s always just a link back to the post and nobody ever follows the link. I’m pretty sure nobody knows i even have a website. It’s ugly and illegible enough that anyone who ever finds their way here gives up before attempting to gouge out their eyes reading anything. Maybe it’s too risky, but maybe i should be selfishly asking people for some kind of support. I just absolutely hate to burden anyone. If you see this, B, god i’m so sorry. It’s all a lie. Experimental fiction. Please don’t read any more and don’t believe any of it. I’m just a drama queen. I’ve always been like this. Everything’s really fine. It’s actually very likely things will be perfectly fine very soon. No worries. Trust me. I’m lucky as fuck.
My poor anxious wife, the proof of my excellent luck and the only other person on Earth who knows about this, won’t stop freaking out about it all. To be very frank, it just makes me want to pick my ridiculously awesome Batman-grade vape rig back up and hotbox that fucker for an hour straight. I love her so much it nearly hurts, but unfortunately she loves me back just as much. I absolutely cannot stand the idea that i’m putting her through a bunch of my stupid horseshit.
My nerves are on a razor’s edge. I fight the black, terror-pregnant horizon taking up nearly all my inner vision just to look at something, anything else in my mind. I already just want to give completely the fuck up, go back to drinking heavily and using weird drugs, have a wicked laugh, and die, hopefully with something very grim and horrifyingly hilarious on my lips (if i can think of it). I outlived Douglas Adams and Jack Kerouac, so maybe that’s enough. I’ve already reached the point where even the dimmest sliver of beauty has youthfully (and perhaps rightfully) galloped beyond my grasp forever. What’s the future going to look like at this point, anyway? Certainly not *Star Trek*.
Maybe i’ll get pissed off about it and fight back, but right now i’m just too fucking beat by the last half century to do anything.
And maybe this will turn out to be nothing. Both bad luck and impossibly great luck (again, evidenced by my beautiful and witty life-mate Holly) have always walked just in front of me. I’ve skated by and (you better believe it) cheated death a million times already. Maybe this fucker will just shrink and go away and that’ll be the end of it. Who knows? Who knows.
I’m publishing this here just to scream into the void about it, because i know hardly anyone is going to take the trouble to click on a link on a barely-followed and even less-engaged-with social account and end up on this ancient and irrelevant, traffic-free blog reading this massive, whiney, woe-is-me diatribe. If anyone has read this far and wishes they hadn’t: look man, i’m sorry. Just ignore this. I’m just a drama queen is all. Don’t worry so much. This doesn’t mean anything and everything has a way of working out one way or another anyway. It’s just a minor health scare that’ll turn out to be nearly nothing. You have no idea how many times i almost didn’t see another day because i did something idiotic for kicks. This’ll be just like that, even to the extent that it’s all down to my reckless irresponsibility and total lack of ever having a full accounting handed to me with which at last to reckon. Probably i’ll just be bitching all the way to my 80s still, and finally get my number punched doing something stupid for one final laugh.
Sincerely, i’m sorry, but i just had to get all this bullshit off my chest before things get weird. I know everyone’s already got far more than plenty on their plates already. I’m not asking for anything. This really is just intended for posterity.
i just want to stop. to remove the net negative. i wish i could remove everything of me. perfect never-been. nobody needs to remember anything, just no more me.
i’m so sorry i ever existed, i am so sorry, i wish i could somehow take every moment back and put everything back the right way without me fucking it all up.
i am so sorry. i’m so sorry, i’m sorry so sincerely!
So recently i’ve been feeling really self-critical and extremely anti-me. About a week ago i realized a local bar was having their monthly goth night and i got a little pep out of the idea. On a local Discord server, this really cool chick said she was gonna go, and my wife and i were also planning on going (until she felt under the weather and stayed home), and all of us were broke, so i figured i’ll get a few big beers at the supermarket, and we’ll meet up in the parking lot and just pregame before going in.
It ended up being a whole lot of fun (for me, anyway). She brought (IIRC, the night is a bit fuzzier now) her roommate and her (roommate’s) partner, and they were hella cool and nice and fun, and i even danced while terrifically drunk without falling over, despite wearing heeled platform boots. Great, right?!
But the next day happened.
Here’s how bipolar works: some days are dreary, and then at some point you realize that you’re fun to be around, you’re pretty smart and funny, and you’re still fairly attractive despite your advanced age (that huge beer gut really isn’t that noticeable if you wear the right top), and you’re a fairly likeable person, so you treat yourself to some fun, and — after many years of avoiding people (oh i also have Avoidant Personality Disorder) — you might even awkwardly try to make some new friends in the process of being pretty fun to be around. And then the mania ends, and you realize that no, actually, you’re not at all fun or smart or attractive or witty, you’re actually fairly well the opposite of those things. That really nice self-perception gives way to the terrible reality that you’re actually just a fake-ass try-hard poseur dipshit loser. Toss in some alcohol, and you might not even remember what you probably did, but you’re sure as hell that you’d be absolutely mortified if you could.
So i thought i’d try to be friendly and make friends — oh geez you just have no idea how unbelievably cool this gal is, she’s just the bee’s leg joints, i ain’t kidding, i’d die to actually be IRL friends with her, she’s so sweet and funny and cute and smart and brave, and so helpful; she’s just a lovely human being — and then you spend way too much money and things kinda crash, and now you’re so broke you’re not sure how you’re going to eat or get around for the next couple of weeks (work’s been drying up as well), and the next day you strongly suspect your imagined “charm” was all a bipolar mirage, and really you were just a twitchy, insufferable dork, and… you get The Message. The Universe says, “oh hahaha no no no no no. No. You can’t do that. What a stupid idea; don’t you ever think you could do that again, you stupid twerp. You deserve no such happiness.”
I’ve quit the local Discord servers. This seems to be a thing i keep doing. I’m embarrassed to show up anywhere people might associate my handle with atrocious behavior or excessive stupidity. Also i’m deleting messages i posted, even DMs. I’ve said goodbye to Instagram, which i really only wanted to keep a presence on for promoting my awful music anyway. Shaving, grooming, and makeup have become quaint things of the past. Already my old beard is filling in. It’s so easy to give up. I’ve tried so hard for so long. It’s almost as exhausting to be me, always losing, as it must be to witness me being me. I feel so awful for other people.
some random notes as i narcissistically learn more about myself:
- i’m bi – so i’m not queer enough to be LGBTQIA+ (other bi people are, though)
- i’m non-binary – so i’m not trans enough to be transgender (other enbies are, though)
- i’m too old now to ever be able to be beautiful (other people my age — like my wife! — are actually genuinely gorgeous, though)
- i’ve never been as smart as some people seemed to think
- i’m not very funny except on very rare occasions
- every good or cool thing i’ve ever done? it was just the mania, it wasn’t even me at all
So anyway, i’d already been thinking of ending it on or right before my birthday next week. And then something made me think of the days… see, one of my other friends measures her time in thousands of days, so i looked it up on my phone, where i have a widget counting the days since that awful first one… and 20 thousand days alive are coming up in about nine and a half months. Now i’m thinking (since i’m a fucking pussy coward anyway) i should just wait for that. Maybe that’ll give me time to get my name change in order, too. It’d be nice if nobody ever found out what happened to that old guy (as if anyone would ever care). At any rate, maybe something will happen to shake me out of the complete and absolute certitude of my feelings about my own awfulness and worthlessness. Who knows.
Oh hey i just realized this is a great place to plug my new song, which is incidentally about all of this:
I just started therapy today too, so i got into the weeds a bit about how my parents abandoned me, and boo hoo this and that, and about biker dudes killing my favorite kitten, and how i wrecked my grandparents’ marriage, and the whole horror of early childhood thing. So we’ll see how it goes.
But i guess if something different happens, maybe someday someone can stumble on this post and realize that it was gonna happen, and maybe understand a little bit more about why it happened.


understandable rough working mix
here’s a song i’m working on right now; i think i’ve got a good one — just need to figure out a way to keep this godforsaken funeral dirge interesting through 5+ minutes
(warning: keep away from sharp objects)
Lyrics:
Sometimes it’s so unbearable to be me
I just can’t do anything anymore
For everything I’ve ever said and done
I have a regret that cuts me to the core
It’s my own fault my life is misery
Maybe i was born on my deathbed
I told an old friend I wanted to end it all
I’ll never forget what he said
“Understandable”
Nobody ever wants me around anymore
It’s been years since i’ve had any friends
I don’t wanna go out anyway
I just want all this to end
I think i might be the worst person ever
I just feel like such a fool
And i know there are so many reasons
Why you’d be so cruel
That’s understandable
This all started the day i was born
And love was only ever tough
It seems like it’s only gotten worse
I’ve been working on myself, but it’s never enough
My own worst critic is having company over
I’m just so glad that everybody agrees
My feelings are valid
Yeah they make a lot of sense
That’s understandable.
my new name
i finally picked out the PERFECT new last name for myself!
So my birth name starts with “J” (as does my last name), and my mom-in-law always called me “Jay”…
And around the time she was starting to have some obvious signs of dementia i had discovered that my gender wasn’t really accurate, and i also thus didn’t want to have a gendered first name, so it was really easy to choose “jae” for myself (i also de-capitalize my name).
But i couldn’t think of a good last name. “Lee” is/was my middle name, and i’ve been using “jae lee” for a lot of things. BUT there’s a comic book artist by that name, and i’ve dabbled in comic bookery myself, so it couldn’t be permanent. “jae nyx” (Nyx being the ancient Greek deity of night – i’m a lifelong night-owl and also a goth… and also i happen to like Nyx cosmetics haha) was another good choice, but there’s a wannabe Insta influencer by that name. (I want my name to be pretty unique.)
I asked ChatGPT and got loads of cool but ultimately a bit unwieldy “dark, cosmic” names. I think one was Nox? Which was cool, but there is at least one person using that name already. No big deal though, there could be two, but… i kept wondering…
I happen to also be a Discordian (the one TRUE religion – along with the Church of the SubGenius of course). And one day i was randomly searching for dumb shit (to get Microsoft credit to keep my Xbox addiction going), and i kept looping through dwarf planets – Makemake, Ceres, Haumea, Pluto, Sedna, Eris… and i wanted to read more about Her Chaosity (one can never learn enough about Our Lady of Confusion), and i saw it: She had family, of course (Nyx being her Mom), including… children. I read a little about each one, but one in particular jumped out almost immediately:
Lethe (pron. LEE-thee).
Also the name of a mystical river in the Underworld. So what’s Lethe’s deal? She’s a personification of Oblivion and Forgetfulness. So it checks the nihilist and goth boxes rather nicely, plus it continues to honor my sweet, dear mom-in-law (oh and also i am becoming really forgetful myself, ever since the last time i had COVID).
Sometime around ~1991 i made this song:
I got a wild hair up my ass and am re-recording it now. It’s something i half-heartedly started working on many years ago, but didn’t really feel that version was quite up to snuff. Here’s what the new version is starting to sound like:
I’ve still got some work to do (adding guitars and sound effects, for example), but i like where it’s going so far.
Edit 25 February 2025: added a guitar part & did some stuff. Still working on it!
Oh i also made this cool splash screen image for Reaper too.
So i spent a year on Nixihost. They were cheap, but their technical support was hell. I kept getting the same guy and he was kind of an unhelpful dick. Plus they don’t support Cloudflare for some dumbass reason? Wtf? Thankfully, Cloudflare themselves have made things a bit easier anyway, so when i moved to Namecrane it went a lot smoother. They’re dirt cheap. I need dirt cheap. Things are tight. For reasons.
Anyway, i also decided to update the home page, since my list of self-links was growing as i adopt less toxic social media channels like Mastodon and Bluesky and i wanted to include all the places where i currently have a presence to any degree. So now the links appear in columns: 1 for pocket-sized screens, 2 for bigger small screens, and 3 for everything larger than that. I used the quick-and-dirty approach of using column-count: 2 rather than using flexbox, which limits directionality, but is quicker and easier and doesn’t require any real thinking to speak of.
I also changed the way links are styled. This was because i was experimenting with NeoCities and liked the way the links turned out.
a {
text-decoration: none;
border-bottom: 2px solid;
}
a:link, a:visited {
border-image:
linear-gradient(
to right,
#d60270,
#9b4f96,
#0038a8
) 1;
}
a:hover, a:focus, a:active {
border-image:
linear-gradient(
to right,
#5bcffb,
#f5abb9,
#fff,
#f5abb9,
#5bcffb
) 1;
}
This way, links by default (currently) have a gradient like the bisexual pride flag colors, while in a hover state it changes to a transgender flag color scheme. I also used :not to de-target other types of links like the site logo, etc.
Lastly, i updated the microblog feed to use both Mastodon and Bluesky, since that other site went to absolute shit. (Fuck billionaires and their fascist, bigoted ideologies.)
a malevolent singularity
had an important realization tonight:
i’m so much less than worthless, the worthlessness loops back around, building up and collapsing in upon itself. i’m a walking black hole. this is evident in the number of escaped bodies which have been flung far and wide. nothing good can come close without being stretched, crushed, and annihilated. i’m a walking black hole.
ultimately it’s technically my parents fault for conceiving me, but on a practical level i’m the one who failed to be greater than zero. so it’s really all my own fault.
So it turns out my tastes aren’t quite as legendarily eclectic as they maybe used to be; it looks like i’ve mostly listened to weird dark music by various flavors of damn near exclusively white rock bands. I’m sure if i kept scrolling & paging i’d have found all my hours of listening to Bill Evans, Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk, and John Coltrane. Then again, i remember a few years when i couldn’t be bothered to fix my last.fm links from various platforms, or mostly listened via platforms not offering to scrobble to lastfm, so maybe that’s where my jazz, funk i’m from Dayton motherfuckin Ohio, dammit!, and hip-hop months went.
One thing that’s cool is The Cocker Spaniels is way up there. They fucking rule. Sean Padilla is a monster on any instrument he puts his hands on.
don’t mind me
i’m having a slight meltdown lately. i’ve been working on music fairly intensely and starting to let the new things outside where people can hear it, and from there to potentially push it down into the mud and throw things at it while pointing and laughing at it, and i’m starting to really fear it’s truly all just the shittiest music ever created (or close enough to it), and i’m coming very near to the realization that the one thing i’ve lived for my whole life — creating music — has actually only ever been upsettingly awful in its totality.
And so what then? What’s left after that? It’ll have all been for naught, and the future will be bleaker and so much worse than i ever could have imagined. The best case scenario, i worry, is that i’ll be responsible for putting people in the awkward position of having to say something polite about something they surely found to be the most cringeworthy thing they’d encountered in a while. So i’ve actually been considering scrapping it all, deleting the files, selling all my gear, and just forgetting about music to the point of never even listening to any of it anymore.
Nobody will ever read this, but on the weird chance that somebody ever does, all the evidence is right here, so they can see it for themselves. It’s all just so unbearably embarrassing. I wish i could just die and get it over with.
Still working on this. I have a few more tracks to record, some mix moves to make, etc. But it’s shaping up so here’s what it sounds like right now
just a snippet from a cover song i’m working on….
A couple of sketches of works-in-progress. I’m always accidentally working in either a fucked-up time signature or a fucked-up key; here it’s the latter for both of these tunes. The first is practically fucking chromatic, while the second is diminished. What the hell is wrong with me.
This one is at a very, very early stage.
Moved
Just moved to a new webhost. Dreamhost just costs too much for not a massive ton of value. I went with a company recommended by r/webhosting, and i already regret it dearly, because their technical support has been absolutely fucking awful. I worked in tech support for a long, long time, and i’m sympatico with people doing that often difficult work. So for me to complain it takes a lot. And this guy just waves me off no matter what i need help with. Pretty rude too. So fuck Nixihost unless something changes.
jae’s Guide To Total Epilator Mastery
Here are a couple of tips & tricks i learned to master efficient, less painful, more confident, and more effective epilation. I am not a doctor. Do not trust me. I’m not responsible for you tearing your skin off down to the fucking bone like an animal. Use your head to avoid dumb injuries, and consult a licensed dermatologist if you want official sciencey empirical fact stuff.
Just the other day i accidentally ascended to Master Of Epilating, so i will confer upon you, reader, great power — provided you use it responsibly and share it if it works for you.
I have found there are two very important tricks to epilation.
Better, less painful, more effective epilation: the preambling
Just like with shaving, it is a very good idea to take a hot, hot shower and exfoliate first. Dry off and get ready to Rip And Tear Until It Is Done. If you want, you can take an acetaminophen (tylenol) and an ibuprofen (advil) to take a bit of the edge off the inevitable, imminent pain you are about to intentionally inflict on yourself. (This combination is synergistically more effective than either x2, and easier on your stomach.) It is important to put on some deadly metal music. Good. Now, look at yourself in the mirror, and, using your Commanding Voice, repeat the following:
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. ONLY I WILL REMAIN.
Let’s kill some cavemen now.
angles: protractor optional
1. just like with shaving, your hair grows in a direction. North, south, left, diagonal, whatever. Sometimes all at once. Just like with shaving, you will hear advice to go with the grain. Just like with shaving, if you’re like me going with the grain is only inefficient, frustrating, and not particularly effective. Just like with shaving, if you go against the grain, you may get a smoother result, at the risk of a slightly higher likelihood of getting ingrown hairs. (Get Tend Skinpaid link!. Just get it. It is expensive, yes. It helps. It works well. It’s not immediate and perfect, but it’s very much worth having on hand.)
(An important note: by going against the grain, you may snap or break the hair rather than pull it straight out. This is the same as with waxing. But with time will come experience, and you will get better at finding the right angle and putting down The Beast ever more gingerly, though He deserveth not your mercy.)
The thing i’m really trying to work toward revealing unto you is this: if it hurts like hell to rip up the carpet going north-to-south, try ripping it up at an angle. Find an angle that strikes a good balance between painful and effective. You will pluck far less hair out this way and it will take you actual months if you don’t stop to eat or sleep but it will be easier this way. But wait! That’s not it! Keep varying the angle. Try it every direction you can handle. If you’re just a bit lucky, after a couple of minutes you’ll have half the hair or less. NOW go attack your hair in the painful-but-effective direction. It will be noticeably easier. Not painless, but that’s okay, because…
time is your ally, but don’t let it get away
2. once you’re done and are as smooth as a really smooth thing, you’ll have a few days to enjoy your smoothness. Here’s the real secret, which you may find changes the whole entire game:
You are not a machine. Your hair follicles don’t all grow in at the exact same rate. After a few days (don’t go more than maybe 4-5 days, depending on, uh, stuff), do it again. You have a fraction of the hair growing in now. It will hurt so much less. It will be much more effective epilation now. You will be a glassy, shimmering goddess again. Don’t forget to keep the routine up. If you let it go, and the hair all grows back, you will have to start over. That means pain. Do not invite pain. Don’t let it get to that point. Every time you epilate, you will only have a small fraction of the hair, but only as long as you do it regularly, and at not-too-long intervals.
One more thing: take it slowly. Do not rush. If you race through hell, you’ll only get lost and make a bunch of wrong turns and have to spend way more time than desired just to get back on track. Go slow. Yes it hurts. Do you want to go over the same patch of hair for 10 minutes, or a mere 30 [sure, ok, fucking grueling] seconds? Take your time. Trust me on this.
ok I’m done what now jae what do I do
Oh no, you’re not done yet, honey. Just like with shaving, after you’re done, put some unscented moisturizer all over your beautiful hairless body and rub it in until it starts to feel a little inappropriate. Now – and here is another very important consideration it is on you to make, or not – go put on your skimpiest clothes and go prancing around like an absolute, intolerable moron (indoors, outdoors… wherever you’re brave enough to show off).
YOU HAVE JUST CONQUERED THE YETI. You have walked where only women dare to tread. No mere man can conquer you. You are stronger and tougher than any man. Never let them forget your advantage. Save them from your fearsome might! Your empathy toward these pathetic, mewling, spittle-dribbling weaklings will be repaid in kind at some point. Never mind that. You are more beautiful than the sun, and smoother than whatever thing is really super smooth, and soft too. Now go take what you want from this awful world. You are The Boss now.
new site crap
thanks to fascist dumbfuck Elon Musk’s garbage version of birdsite (aka Twitter, which i won’t link here), i’ve been motivated to get back to Mastodon and fix this place up a little bit. With inspiration from Glitch, i crafted a new start page to replace the blog home, using some of the bits from my random background experiments. I’ve also added or tweaked some of the visuals and altered the menu, removing crap i don’t care about and separating the home/about and adding blog under home. That sounds confusing, sure, but you’ll see it makes more sense when you see the first couple items on the menu now. Work in progress, as always, but now i’m back into the code getting dirty. And writing dirty code. Dirtily. You fucking whore. You know you like it.
Anyway, nobody cares. Literally nobody reads this or ever has, but i needed to put something here besides lorem ipsum bullshit so i could feel justified in moving the furniture around.
And if you’re somehow here for some reason and are mildly curious, find me elsewhere, since i’m probably more active there than here.
My dog Fender needs surgery to remove/biopsy a mass in his chest, so if you feel like helping out, that would actually be appreciated quite a bit. I’m planning on doing some DJing on Twitch soon to try to raise some money that way also, but haven’t been able to find a good time slot, what with a chaotic personal life involving the severe health problems of a close in-law. Et cetera! But stay tuned if you’re into that sort of thing.
Dog tax:

Not sure why anyone would bother reading this far, but if there’s actually someone out there who has, know that i appreciate you, albeit while simultaneously experiencing a sort of fond puzzlement. Thanks mate. Cheers!
WHY DON’T WE JUST GO BACK TO KILLING FUCKING NAZIS
(this post is dedicated to all my Free Speech Absolutist homies)
Today I had my best friend in the world euthanized.
We adopted him in 2008. I don’t know from what sad, terrible hell he came, but he had a bad case of PTSD the whole twelve years we had him. He was missing his whole entire top row of front teeth. He flinched so hard whenever a hand would suddenly come into his sight. Even after twelve years, he still expected the worst.
I think we only ever had to scold that boy maybe a happy dozen times in all those years, and he never got more than a firm pat on his little butt.
He and I didn’t really bond that first year or two. We adopted his little young wife Zooey with him, and she was gregarious and outgoing. Little John was bashful and meek. But over the years we grew closer together, especially after our first dog Speck died, and not long after that John’s little companion Zooey.
It would be an understatement to say that we were merely best friends these last few years. We were very, very close. He was my heart.
But he was very, very old, and he had become mostly blind and deaf, and his trachea was collapsing, and he had a mass pressing on his little lungs.
He hung in there for so long for us, but in the end, his little tiny body could only handle so much. He wasn’t having a very good time, and had even begin to refuse food. Unthinkable for him.
So today we let him go.
I am devastated beyond words. I am planning on drinking until my mind is gone.
Goodbye, Honey Bear. We’ll be best friends forever.


