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Public Discourse => Other Topics => Topic started by: rodox_video on March 31, 2008, 09:40:56 pm
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The man (http://fiskblack.livejournal.com/). The legend. The hastily cranked-out porn. The faces that will never, ever look quite right.
(http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/8936/ohnaylor2av8.jpg)
This is the stupid thread you guys are supposed to post all the latest hot jay naylor news and discussion to.
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My site's Naylor board, LOLjectivism (http://freehaven.wtfux.org/fisk/) - ongoing discussion of/ripping on Better Days, New Worlds (when it's updated), and his pornfolios, as well as Naylor himself.
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While I can't often be pushed to give a god damn about Naylor or his endlessly repetitive and mindless neocon-style Randian bashing his latest little pornfolio did catch my attention. Haukaiu the Hero (http://www.google.com/search?as_q=haukaiu+the+hero), I don't know if there's an official site or page, all I can find are torrents -- it's first part of four is a pretty transparent retelling of Anthem (http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext98/anthm10.txt). A special heroic character invents something that would potentially upset the balance of power and that upper class of communist leaders rejects the invention. He is shamed, but he doesn't care. Our stereotypically-Randian hero leaves this anti-rational society alone. Time will tell if Haukaiu's fucktoy turns into his Golden One who runs away with him and shares in the greatness of invention and reason. Naylor's women never really do anything but fuck. Were I a fan of Naylor or something I'd probably still have a complaint about his massive blocks of text taking up most of each page in lieu of the fairly lackluster porn, so he ain't saved by any jerking potential.
There's also some malcontent whining that the world Naylor uses here, Ollie Canal's Rym (http://www.fur.com/~ollie/rym3.html), has been somehow defiled. His peaceful island Lutrai are portrayed here as a stupid and irrational society of shamans and sheep. These people forget though that Rym wasn't really that special to begin with.
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I have to wonder if this is the first porno version of Anthem. I suppose you could call it innovative if it was. No wait, no you couldn't.
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(http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/61/ohnaylorlt0.jpg)
Holy god, it's not a photoshop.
This man has just got a fuck of a lot more entertaining.
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That woman has a very shiny butt.
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Chil'ins. Also, although I love how Naylor is trying to make a point about how awful black muslims are in the context of a book about how race and whatnot are irrelevant... were there ANY muslim converts among the general freed slave masses at that time?
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If I read this correctly there is no slavery in place. Therefore in Naylor's world, black people are ignorant sex fiends all on their own and they need the white race to help them along. Also in this world, the Muslims are horrible and backwards people, and they're religious sexual deviants! Also in this world, gay people like the foxes who fuck the main character (they think she's a boy) are just incredibly stupid and stereotypical. They speak of anonymous sex at truck stops, that's more the domain of closeted, self-hating middle class white men. Like Naylor. Personal experience? Hurrrrr.
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To be honest, the muslim bit was so mind-numbingly retarded that the bit with the reverse trap actually seems innovative in comparison.
Except, you know, horribly implemented. Like everything else Naylor has ever done.
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The only furry webcomic artist I hate more than Naylor is that motherFUCKER who made that comic 'Jack'.
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The guy who made Jack is, at least, a decent human being. Naylor is just a pigfucker.
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Oh boy! Another installment of Porno Anthem (http://freehaven.wtfux.org/fisk/res/296.html)! And it's an even bigger wall of text this time!
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So the Clawcast interview with Jay Naylor finally came out. Here's the highlights; you can hear the full thing over at the Clawcast site:
• Haukaiu is actually approved by Ollie Canal, who Naylor says he sends "every little word" to in order to make sure things aren't out of whack with Ollie's vision of the Lutrai world
• As far as edits of his works go, he doesn't think about them (and he also doesn't go to imageboards or the like)
• Piracy apparently hasn't hurt his business, and he pretty much doesn't give a shit about it unless it does
• He believes the reputation he has is because of who he was when he was in his early twenties, as opposed to anything recently
• He believes he's not using his characters as his mouthpiece
• A recent instance of him having his characters do something that he wouldn't have done himself/didn't believe in himself was when Fisk decided to not stay at home and live with Beth, and instead go join the secret assassination group
• On the topic of racial stereotypes using species, he says it's because BD's universe shares the same history as real life, thus he needs to represent other races to maintain the history and the context (and apparently, rabbits, felines, and canines all represent "the various regions of Europe"); he chose hyenas to represent "Africans" because it was the only species he felt comfortable drawing into the role (he didn't do zebras because he didn't like drawing hooved characters back then, he didn't do giraffes because he hates long necks [?!], and he didn't do lions because of possible confusion with the generic felines)
• He believes that anyone who wants to hate him will ignore the positives of his works and go right for the negatives in order to nitpick them, and that most of the people who hate him disliked him to begin with, and haven't thought "logically" about "the real issues"
• He says that criticisms of how he's portrayed Beth from her original appearance to now may actually be valid
• He doesn't believe Fisk is a Mary Sue, he says Fisk is not "his personal furry", and regrets having Fisk being attached to him as a representation of him
• In regards to the incest in BD, he might not do it again if he could go back and do it, and he did it in the first place to throw in a twist
• He no longer writes stories to throw in twists, he writes them to pit character archetypes together.
• He doesn't editoralize "too much" through his characters (he admits that the "abstract art chapter" is an exception to this)
• In what is a rather cheap shot at Mat Sherer, he calls Mat an "America-hating piece of crap"
• He recalls all the differences between his Lucy Black and Mat's Lucy Koneko (different ages, different last names, living in different countries, different histories) and believes the differences didn't obligate him to credit Mat, especially if he was to "[become] an embarassing liability"
• He calls Mat "combative" and says "he picked fights on the Internet", and says Mat hated people like Scott Kurtz because everyone else hated them
• He describes Mat's personality as "disgusting, negative, young, immature, sick" and didn't want to be associated professionally with him
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I like the bit abut the characters being totally different through sheer disassociation with a former typefuck buddy.
The only thing that surprised me was the devil may care attitude towards piracy. Is there something to that or is he just lying?
(Now I'm imagining he got those Rand audiotapes off Kazaa.)
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The only thing that surprised me was the devil may care attitude towards piracy. Is there something to that or is he just lying?
Best I can tell from the interview, he makes enough money off the stupid fuckwits people buying his art that piracy hasn't affected his sales. If it ever did, then he'd take a more hardlined stance against it (much like everyone's favorite DMCA-happy fuckhole Jeremy Bernal), but he says he probably doesn't have to worry about it, since the people pirating his art are the kind of people who despise him and only want to pick at the flaws in his art.
Which is partly true, I suppose -- I gank his stuff to laugh/facepalm at how horrible the writing is, but in the same sense, I also do it in the hopes that maybe he'll actually have produced something worth fapping to. (It's the same reason I watch his FA and love to see his sketchblog stuff -- without any sort of story or writing to accompany the images, they become much more fappable.)
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There is absolutely nothing that we didn't already know, or couldn't have guessed, in the podcast. They could have accomplished as much by reading from Naylor's LJ. w2g Clawcast, you ineffectual group of... well, I guess that's redundant with "podcast" now isn't it.
I can't say that he could become any more Objectiv-ey than he is now. I just don't know how it'd be possible to improve. Naylor is like a young Branden without the creativity or intelligence to become something more than that.
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• In what is a rather cheap shot at Mat Sherer, he calls Mat an "America-hating piece of crap"
This is glorious. I can't thank you enough for actually bothering to listen to that thing.
Naylor is truly the last entertaining furry. Quips like that basically paint him as a more articulate version of KAK.
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I also do it in the hopes that maybe he'll actually have produced something worth fapping to.
I don't know what the odds of that are now. Almost without fail furry artists plateau in skill level the moment their porn starts making money. I mean, fuck, has Wookie or MBR or anyone 'known' really improved at all over the last 5 years despite constant practice?
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No one really famous. Blotch hasn't improved since well before they were Blotch.
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I like Better Days, I like it a lot. I think that as far as furry webcomics go, it's pretty good. However, I say that with the belief that the bar is set so low in furry fandom you could stub your tow on it. Anyone with half a brain and who actually employs that half a brain could create something far better than the par for the course. It's not the most brilliant furry thing I've ever read, but with so much shit out there, it's not that bad by comparison. I honestly found it interesting to see so many characters lives progress over years and years.
That said, I didn't realize what a crack pot Naylor really was. The comic had it's right wing elements and Fisk talks more than Animaniac's Brain does at ten years old. But the crazy he expresses in many other mediums was largly omitted from Better Days. That's quite the feat for a furry webcomic, when most are used to say directly what the creator thinks, as if they were spoke straight from his own mouth. So, yeah, Naylor fucking scares me and I wonder if he thinks Red Dawn was a documentary but I still like Better Days dispite of it.
...Well, untill Fisk joined the super secret rogue intelegence angency that his dad really worked for... But I guess he could only hold out so long before tossing in the undenyable furry Mary Sue senseless plot clusterfuck that most all furry webcomics do.
Now I just wish he'd shut up and work on New Worlds, cause that comic was actually pretty cool.
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Get out.
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I like Better Days, I like it a lot.
I hate you already.
I think that as far as furry webcomics go, it's pretty good.
I realize she probably doesn't like to refer to it as a "furry comic", but go read Tracy Butler's Lackadaisy Cats, then see if you still think Better Days is still "pretty good". If you do, kill yourself.
That said, I didn't realize what a crack pot Naylor really was.
Thank you for finally joining us in the real world.
But the crazy he expresses in many other mediums was largly omitted from Better Days.
Only if you're not looking for it. It's there, trust me.
That's quite the feat for a furry webcomic, when most are used to say directly what the creator thinks, as if they were spoke straight from his own mouth.
Fisk is what Naylor WISHES he was, so he's essentially his mouthpiece. Close enough, anyway.
...Well, untill Fisk joined the super secret rogue intelegence angency that his dad really worked for...
They're not an intelligence agency! They're American terrorists a SUPAH-SEKRIT ASSASSINATION SQUAD that works for the GOOD AND RIGHTEOUS CAUSE of AMERICAN FREEDOM!
But I guess he could only hold out so long before tossing in the undenyable furry Mary Sue senseless plot clusterfuck that most all furry webcomics do.
Better Days was a clusterfuck of horridness LONG before Fisk decided to become a terrorist Freedom Fighter.
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Only if you're not looking for it. It's there, trust me.
That's my point. In most furry webcomics the madness or 'subtle message' isn't something you have to look for, it's something the creator is instead hitting you in the face with a mallet with. (If they can even manage to be that graceful with it) All the while, he thinks it either isn't there or he is being subtlte about it. When the 'average' furry webcomic is content like Furthia High, by comparison, Better Days is a lot better. Better Days I can actually enjoy, (I could enjoy it better before I had to pretend that Fisk got a job at McDonalds after he got back from the Army) meanwhile Furthia High I think nearly caused me to have a seizure.
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@DJ Izumi: Read Blacksad. It's an actual, legitimate furry comic. Believe it or not.
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@DJ Izumi: Read Blacksad. It's an actual, legitimate furry comic. Believe it or not.
Actually, I just found out about that the day before Yesterday and have the comics now from my local store, just have been too busy with the Thanksgiving weekend to set down with them. Moment I read about that comic on wiki when I heard the name mentioned I was like 'Oh man, why didn't I hear about this earlier?'
But then, we're getting off topic, so I'll drop the discussion of other comics. :)
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The plot in Better Days shifted tones with Naylor's blooming Randianism. It really started out as kind of a down-to-Earth slice of life kind of deal, and had the 'liberal establishment' as a tenant of the setting, but mostly just took pot shots from the sidelines, almost like Naylor thought he was working on South Park, only devoid of humor. He seemed to take it a step beyond probably when the teacher got killed by Fisk's father's army buddies, because the tone changed from there.
Now the actual dealings of life are the sub-plot and our main character has gone from the 'Radar' of his army unit fighting conscripts in Iraq to jet setting around the world as the rapidly adapting super agent. While I'd like to draw the conclusion that this is because there was never any plan for Better Days from the beginning, and as it went along Jay felt like he had to keep it 'exciting', I think it actually has more to do with his market.
He saturates his sales in themes. Better Days sideline smutcapades as the down-home cornbread kind of porn slowly went out of style, and he has a whole bastardization of Huckleberry Finn to fill that slot now, so he moved on the military angle, and now the spy/assassin one. That may well be timed to coincide with Quantum of Solace, but I doubt he's that aware of outside events. This theme will die away too when that smut market is saturated, and then Fisk will move on to a new adventure.
Don't think you'll ever get closure. This isn't Jack, it's just Fisk's kind of anti-Doctor Who, and he plans to run it out for just as long.
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Better Days will continue until Naylor gets as bored of doing it as he did doing New Worlds (apparently Objectivist pirates just aren't as awesome as his personal furry alter-ego snappin' necks and dickin' chicks).
In other news, OH HOLY SHIT "GIRLY" DIDN'T SUCK. In fact, it was actually kinda fappable. (Though the focus on Flounce's dick confirms that, yes, Naylor is still a closet homosexual.)
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Now the actual dealings of life are the sub-plot and our main character has gone from the 'Radar' of his army unit fighting conscripts in Iraq to jet setting around the world as the rapidly adapting super agent. While I'd like to draw the conclusion that this is because there was never any plan for Better Days from the beginning, and as it went along Jay felt like he had to keep it 'exciting', I think it actually has more to do with his market.
I liked the way Naylor did the Desert Sheild/Storm thing, I don't think a lot in the fandom would have done it mostly from the angle of the family sitting at home, watching CNN and terrified that this could be the next Vietnam rather than 'Furry Guns Down All The Towel Heads'. Fisk as a grunt getting his GI Bill just seemed realistic and anything halfway realistic or plausable in the furry fandom is pretty rare. For a long time, Better Days just seemed very plausable with the must unrealistic part probably being his teacher getting killed. It just got worse when he actually explains why they killed him, cause they're American Ninja Assasins.
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Aside from the totally unrealistic parts, it's totally realistic!
Seriously though, considering how big of an O'Reilly Naylor sprouts when thinking of the Iraq War, the best campfire horror story for him is comparing it to Vietnam. So I wouldn't praise him on that 'angle.'
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Realism isn't the point when you're trying to use a wink and a nudge to paint a past conflict in terms of a current one, kinda like how M*A*S*H* was about a war which lasted only a few years, but ran the whole course of the Vietnam conflict.
I don't know if Naylor modeled the actions of the unit off of one in the Persian Gulf at that time, but all in all there was very little actual grunt-to-grunt combat in a war marked by entire conscript devisions surrendering to a pair of helicopter pilots who had no clue what to tell them.
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what the balls (http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=57585)
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Better days strips.
(http://i42.tinypic.com/35i18yd.jpg)
(http://i40.tinypic.com/21m6xdf.jpg)
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That is infinitely more frightening than anything Naylor has ever done or will ever do.
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In other news, the comic has, after a little lookie-lou, just become a roundhouse of everyone fucking and forming love triangly bull. Finally to rise among it's peers and be a true furry yiff-fest.
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In other news, the comic has, after a little lookie-lou, just become a roundhouse of everyone fucking and forming love triangly bull. Finally to rise among it's peers and be a true furry yiff-fest.
Thankfully, it won't be that way for long, if Naylor is to be believed -- he's given no real timeframe, but he's said in some recent postings on his LJ that Better Days is winding down to its eventual end, with only a chapter or two left after the current one.
Of course, he'll still have comics/pornfolios around to torture us with after BD is over.
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Nobody has mentioned this, and I only found out the other day anyway. Better Days is over. He has a new comic called Original Life which is Fisk and his
non-sibling fuck interest wife that looks eerily like his mom fast forwarded enough to have three children, which presumably the comic will be about.
It seems kind of cheap really, since BD was always for timeskips, and it's obvious that Fisk and his life aren't out of the picture. On the negative side, this means he's just going to rewind and do the whole 'growing up as a real independent-thinking boy is tough' bullshit that dominated BD's earlier chapters.
Also, it appears the one son wears diapers...
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On the negative side, this means he's just going to rewind and do the whole 'growing up as a real independent-thinking boy is tough' bullshit that dominated BD's earlier chapters.
So he's making Conservative Ozy and Millie? When should we expect the shaving fetish to kick in?
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Naylor, yesterday, apparently out of the blue made a long LJ rant post about an ex of his. The gist being that two years ago he moved in with her and she was a mentally ill hoarder who didn't keep the house clean, expected him to buy her things and he was a big strong man and threw her out.
http://fiskblack.livejournal.com/94724.html
I Lived With This Woman in Florida Once...
... and then I got better.
These days, I usually try not to delve into the past. It's just one of those things you learn your lessons from and move on. But I see a lot of people in bad situations they're afraid to alleviate. I see a lot of folks who think of themselves as "locked" into bad situations that are better to ride out than fix. Some of them think things will get better. All of them could benefit by the inspiration to seize control of the situation, realize they run their own life, and make the necessary steps to extricate themselves from an unhealthy situation. I'm always amazed at the degree to which people fail to take control of their lives. I was reminded of this while watching "Hoarders: Buried Alive" on television, where The Learning Channel has made a television show out of craven laziness masquerading as a mental disease. I realize a lot of people coast on the inertia of their situation and recoil from the steps necessary to make life changing improvements. I thought I'd tell my story as a "you can do this" sort of example.
I moved to Satellite Beach, Florida around Spring of 2008. It's a beautiful place. I got an apartment within walking distance from the beach. It was fantastic, really. I found out I love Florida weather, the beach, the people there are nice, and the scenery is quite awesome. I could live there the rest of my life. I hooked up with a woman beforehand, and it was understood and confirmed by her that there would be "dating", but the ink wasn't dry on the lease of my new place before her room mates, tired of her crap, were asking her to leave. So, her things were soon at my apartment before even I had a chance to move my things down from Georgia.
I suppose I ignored a lot of warnings. I suppose a lot of it was the inability to believe such a level of depraved pack rat absurdity could be someone's "normal" existence, or that such an abjectly lazy person could be this way while still given a chance. I suppose I refused to believe someone wouldn't WANT to get better. For someone with no money, she'd sure managed to accumulate an insane amount of items. My bedroom was filled with boxes, piles of clothes, and the walk-in closet couldn't be walked into any longer. The clothes took up every inch of hangar space. There were old dresses and things she couldn't wear because she couldn't get to them due to all the boxes piled from the back of the closet all the way to the door. I have a simple rule when I move. If I haven't used anything in over a year, I obviously don't really need it. I don't like to carry a lot of dead weight. My initial reaction, from the very beginning, was that this wasn't the way it was going to sit and she was going to have to work on sorting it, cleaning it, and getting rid of unused things.
She brought in two cats. I didn't want more cats. She had a strange way of relating to cats for their unconditional love. Cats that were used to going out doors want to go out doors. They're going to show some semi-feral behavior. She assigned human emotions to felines that strayed from her old apartment, claiming they don't love her when they leave the house. It was silly. I should have seen it for the stupidity that it was, but I pushed it down, ascribing it to the kind of absurdity that's easy to express on the internet, but has no real impact in life. She brought a gray cat that was pleasant enough. And a cute black and white cat that loved to pee on things, especially piles of clothing like the one she loved to keep on the floor next to her bed. I'm not sure if she had a problem with her nose, or if she was too lazy to care when she caught a whiff of something disgusting. I would smell cat urine in the bathroom on occasion. I hunted the source of that smell for weeks so I could clean it. I was looking around the low places in the bathroom where a cat could reach. Then I noticed the white towel that she was using to dry herself off with hanging on the shower bar. It had a prominent discolored yellow patch on it. She was so oblivious to such disgusting slobbery that she was drying herself with a foul smelling towel and either not caring or noticing.
She wanted me to buy her things. I did at first. It's one of those things guys do. Nothing too absurd. But she would discuss more expensive things eventually like some of the surgeries she wanted to have. She was a stripper and wanted breast implants. Another warning. She was an exceptionally lazy stripper. Walking and stooping was her real forte. So she didn't earn a lot of money and loved to skimp on how many days she would work out of the week with a milieu of conditions and illnesses, not the least of which was insomnia where she would allow her medication to run out without replenishing it. At the time I would have been content with a woman who earned no money whatsoever if she wasn't destroying my apartment as well. A live-in who helped keep things clean would have been fine. But she couldn't even do that.
After about a month I could see the chances for improvement were well beyond the depths of hell I was willing to go through in an effort to even try to rehabilitate an obstinate slob. "This is going to get cleaned up" became "This is going to get cleaned up before Anthrocon". I could have had that apartment cleaned in a single weekend with the help of a friend, a lot of Hefty bags, and a dumpster. There were tubs stacked in my bedroom full of garbage. Plastic trinkets. Busted nothings. Scraps. Bullcrap you'd never pull out and go "here we go, I was just looking for this to use for ____". None of it was useful and it was becoming clear to her that it was jeopardizing the stability of her living condition by earning my ire. My unhappiness wasn't a mystery. My expectations weren't kept inside. They didn't burst upon the scene "suddenly" and without warning. They were well known from the beginning. She would sometimes "work" on the problem. She would go into the bedroom and gather up a few things here, and a few things there, and organize them into a box or two, and then go back to the internet and play around, or sit in front of the television. "Working" on the problem was good enough for her. She could tell me she "worked" on it even just that little bit, so I couldn't be too angry about the lack of completion to the work.
Two weeks before Anthrocon she indicated that she wasn't going to have enough time to make the deadline. One could still have finished the job if they worked at it. One could have had it done if they were serious about getting it done in the first place, instead of piddling with a box here for a day, and then piddling with a box there for another day. I explained how I could have finished the job in a week AND still work my job. Her retort was that she wasn't like me. I remember thinking... what does that mean? She has two functioning arms and two functional legs, just like me. I couldn't imagine at the time I was looking into the eyes of someone surrendering to their own behavioral flaws, adopting them into her life like a well adjusted human being adopts actual strengths and accomplishments. She was showing me her irrational laziness and declaring it an in-born trait like one's natural eye color. Even if it was in-born, did I deserve to suffer for it? From the very beginning I warned her not to use her flaws and weaknesses to get sympathy from me because it wouldn't work. We're meant to improve our lives and be proud of ourselves when we accomplish things, not flaunt out greatest sores as a claim to a stake in the lives of others. It wasn't: "I deserve your love because I'm a strong wonderful person!" It was: "I require your love for the very reason that I'm wretched and unworthy of it!" By that point, having it in my face and so deeply entrenched in my life, I could no longer divorce my intellectual assessments from my emotional senses. They were now in agreement with each other. My heart and my brain were like two parties, traditionally at war, realizing they are so much happier pursuing the same ends together. I can't love things my mind doesn't respect.
I broke up with her right before Anthrocon. She was still living there. She wasn't on the lease. The place wasn't hers in any sense, but it was the roof over her head and it was where her stuff was. I still made it clear her things had to be straightened out. She was distraught. After about an hour of pleading, and making up vague messages about being so distraught that her body aborted a zygote (an extra creamy helping of bullshit - she'd had her period a week or so before), things died down into a calm routine. By this time I'd already set up an air mattress in my studio that I used to sleep on. I couldn't use my living room without sitting around her garbage and tacky shit. I pretty much just lived inside my office. No pleadings would work. My mind was declaring that my life was mine and I could do with it as I pleased, and that I didn't *deserve* to be unhappy. I didn't *deserve* to live in this kind of hell. I didn't deserve to coast on momentum, letting this absurdity play out and become a huge part of my life. I could extract myself, and I *would* extract myself. She declared she would "work on things" to get me back. Fine, I thought. We'll see if she improves. My apartment was still trashed with her things and she still had a deadline to clean it. These passed, just like the others, despite her promise to "work on things to get me back". The greatest birthday present I ever gave to myself was giving her until October to leave. It felt like planting a flag with a gigantic J on it declaring my life as my own property. No, you aren't my girlfriend. I deserve better than living in a pit of filth and hell. My life was mine and I was doing what I had to do to be happy. She'd refused to give herself the same courtesy months ago. I wouldn't refuse it for myself.
Around this time I took photos of the bedroom. They don't do justice to the musty smells.
http://www.jaynaylor.com/images3/bedroom1.jpg
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If you're unhappy with your relationship, never be afraid to be single. Ask yourself if you're happier available than stuck with this person who's making you unhappy, and the choice should be clear. Your life is yours and you're not obligated to be unhappy for their sake.
Despite what she claimed when her eyes were full of tears and her voice was whiny and pleading, she actually did find a place to go. Her things were cleaned out, bit by bit. It was pretty phenomenal to see the stuff moved out within a time frame that was far shorter than she was given to clean it up. It was like a ray of cleanliness and light slowly creeping back into the living room. As her stuff left, I straightened furniture and vacuumed the rug. I moved my recliner chair out of my office to the living room with my television and video games. My leather couch had been destroyed by her psycho cat's piss, but I replaced it once the cats were gone, with a less expensive futon couch. My bedroom, originally gigantic before her things moved in, was gigantic again. The walk-in closet could be walked into. As she got the few remains of her stuff, more carpet got vacuumed. She could see the possibilities of what was a clean apartment becoming reality and taking over one square foot at a time. When she was done and gone forever, I had a great pad. I could bring friends over. I could rove Florida, free and happy. I've rarely felt better than I did then.
Bonk visited. We hung out with Arphalia. We played video games. We chatted while hanging out near the beach at night. We smoked cigars on the patio. It was glorious.
After this I heard she wrecked her car while on sleeping pills, which was actually her ex-boyfriend's car. It was a great way for him to get out from under any further fiscal obligations to her. She later appeared in a local Florida article with a sob story about being a victim of the recession. There were comments in the story from people who knew her, about how she always lived like this, even when the economy was fantastic, and she was a victim of her own behavior. The story stopped accepting comments. She claimed she had lost weight due to her situation, but the photo accompanying told the opposite to those who knew her beforehand. It further reminded me of her inability to learn. It only further showed me that I'd done the right thing for my sake.
Whenever you find yourself in a bad situation, just remember that you can control more of your life than you realize. You never have an obligation to suffer. Now, I'm with Mahrkale. She's the opposite of the abomination from Florida. She enhances my happiness. She's extraordinarily independent. We've been together longer than I've been with anyone and I don't really see an end in sight. These are good times and they wouldn't be possible if I kept hoping disgusting people would stop being disgusting, without taking active steps to extricate myself from them.
If you can't change the people around you, change the people around you. They'll hate you for denying them a stake in your life, but their hatred tastes delicious.
(He was also so satisfied with this that he posted a link to it from journal on Furaffinity: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1657538/)
On a Furrydrama_2 entry, his ex addressed these allegations:
His plan was for me to have my 2 jobs (retail and dancing) while he sat around drawing horse dick, and I had to do ALL of the cleaning. So I had to clean the normal stuff, AND deal with my clutter (BTW the original plan for THAT was to get a storage unit but alas all he ever allotted was a single closet for me to use), AND work 2 jobs. Awesome.
It's sad that he decides to bring up bullshit (and emphasis on bullshit because most of what he says in his journal post is false) 2 years after we broke up. Butthurt is INDEED the theme here.
2 jobs where I didn't have too much time to sit and I was expected to also play maid. Awesome, right?
I am the first person to admit I own a lot of stuff. Clothes, 14 years of stripper/fetish gear, shoes, art, books, movies, etc. Sure, I collect little trinkets from my travels, gifts from people, etc. But it isn't hoarding. Hoarding would be having 10 fishing poles, 20 sets of knives, stacks of newspapers up to the ceiling, a dozen bikes in the garage, etc. He was so BAWWW because to him, a person should only own what they use. So he had a few things that he "didn't use" but since I had so much more, I was a douche for it, and his stuff doesn't count in his philosophy about what one doesn't use.
Ebonyleopard replied to Naylor's LJ rant:
Classy.
As a man, you could have cleaned up your bed room yourself you know (seeing how, well, you'd have been home majority of the time working on your comic).
And you seemed rather pleased sporting her around, so, this comes off as a bit of sour grapes, considering how long you've been separate.
However Naylor deleted that comment, and so Ebony Leopard posted it on his livejournal:
http://ebonyleopard.livejournal.com/124325.html
And people speculate there that Naylor is a narcissist and suggest that he may have posted that rant as a warning to his current girlfriend about what might happen to her.
Presumably after this, Naylor added this to his livejournal post:
Update Some folks are conveying to me the primary defense she had for being a hopeless slob: she worked two jobs. She worked for Blockbuster one day out of the week and would work a strip club when she felt like it, which was maybe two or three days if any. There's more going on there than hoarding. There's a complete responsibility crack up. Nothing I've said here is a lie or an exaggeration. There are people prone to hate me no matter what, which means they'd defend a man caught raping a boy scout if he was an old roommate I disliked. If you want to hate me no matter what, that's really perfectly fine. This isn't the hill you want to look stupid on, though.
He is apparently continuing to delete comments which mention the two jobs thing. He justifies it thus in a reply to someone who said he should man up and stop deleting comments:
A real man cleans the turds off his lawn. You'll find comments here that I don't agree with that aren't deleted. But pointless comments from chronic haters, and people who call be "bigot" taken down. That's the deal. Cry about it if you don't like it.
http://fiskblack.livejournal.com/94724.html?thread=3051268#t3051268
To someone who asked why, if he didn't dwell in the past, he was ranting about it now he replied:
The reason is in the first paragraph of the entry. The fact that that's what you would bring up, and that you would call it a "rant", tells me you aren't real serious about learning anything, or actually interested in anything other than taking issue with me for whatever reason. I'm not really interested in explaining things to people who can find answers to their questions by reading what it is they're asking about.
http://fiskblack.livejournal.com/94724.html?thread=3053828#t3053828
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I realize a lot of people coast on the inertia of their situation and recoil from the steps necessary to make life changing improvements.
It's amazing how much he sounds like a Scientologist at times.
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It's amazing how much he sounds like a Scientologist at times.
I've noticed that, too.
I guess maybe Randian Objectivism is Scientology for people too cheap to shell out to learn the secrets of Xenu.
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This is pretty Dave Sim, even for Naylor. Even if you assume his ex's pecadilloes were twice as bad as he makes them out to be.
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You know, I think the really funny thing about that is that Naylor does not realize that he's that guy. He set this guy up as a straw loser, to be mocked and vilified as "creepy". I suppose if Naylor imagines himself as anyone, it's probably the buff, macho dude(s) who bang away at the slutty chick, using her body to get theirs.
He doesn't realize that he is, in fact, the creepy little stalker sitting at his desk obsessing over women he'll never have, or had and lost, or wishes existed.
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Sometimes a joke is just a joke.