On my way out to the Republican event in #LibertyHill #Texas to listen to the candidates up for the local, states, and federal elections this upcoming 3 November 2020; I saw a few signs which caught my attention and caused me to think about several aspects, from my past in the year of 2005. There are three specific events, though two tie together in reference to one specific.
Beginning with the regards of the #Smithville #Bastrop event of the #Excalibur Renaissance Faire during the weekend for the Pirate theme weekend for the event as I learned about, when at the actual location. Prior to showing up to that weekend event location in 2005 I had only known the event was in the #Renaissance time period, to dress accordingly, and be myself; of which in all honesty, I only know how to be myself. Thus I ordered a gown from online which was a corset style top with a high collar and empire neckline, with a matching skirt of which I could put crinoline underneath for the fullness of the skirt; though I also had a pair of Faery wings I purchased from a store, though I purchased a different pair when at the event itself which had far more glitter and color than the first pair of wings.
There was a situation which the group I had attended the event with named Dawn who once had been in the #UnitedStatesofAmerica's #ArmedForces #Navy branch who was working at #ChaseBank on I90 in #SanAntonio #Texas at the time with her friend Christy, and Christy's brother John. When the tent was fully set up and secured at the faire grounds and each of us started getting dressed, I stunned Dawn as my outfit was of a Noblewoman and not a pirate theme. As explained to me of what my clothing outfit looked as before putting my wings on, I was told to pick a name. Knowing I would remember only certain aspects I stated my name to be Lady MeeLing, which upset Dawn even further. After the three others had met up with their pirate group, I was sent to walk around the grounds by myself; and yes, they knew of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and the after effects.
As I walked around the grounds I found the store which had the pair of Faery wings I purchased, to then continue walking around the area after speaking with the female for awhile. After going past the lance area where I saw a prince or whatever the name was for the winner of the lancing situation to a female, I continued walking through the grounds past the area where the bard musician was playing towards the food turkey tent and the meade tent; which had several trees behind the area, which was near where the stage for the musician was set up. There were several males with painted faces, arms, and legs which jumped out of the trees to claim they needed wing sauce to eat my Faery wings; though were mad at me for putting my fists up to defend myself, albeit they learned while they were playing a joke I was not playing at all.
I did go to the Smithville Police Station in 2019 to discuss the situation with an officer as surrounding me with weapons drawn out of the sheaths as well as maces in one male's hand swinging around, hypothetically could be considered as either attempted assault and/or attempted murder since the plan was enacted within that group before I walked through. Though a formal report was not filed with the Police Officer I spoke with, I doubt I am the first or the only person who has had to deal with a similar type of situation in reference to those males and/or similar to them. Later after being yelled at by Dawn, a male walked over to where I was with the group to claim he had some sort of right to place me under arrest for falsifying being a faery.
After I found out he was not a real Sheriff though had already pointed out I cannot tell a lie as well, there was a pursuit which the fake Sheriff chased after me because I took the shackles and refused to be arrested after he tried to put them on my wrists. I ran as fast as I could-ish to get away, hid the shackles within the crinoline, and refused to return the shackles until all falsified charges against me were dropped in full. I was told to be myself, and I can only be myself. However I did clarify the difference between just being a Faery, compared to my actual title. That upset Dawn even further and later when belly dancing around the fire, she gave me the drink called Loki telling me I needed to rehydrate from dancing for as long as I had been. I learned that the drink called Loki is an alcoholic drink, the hard way. In my defense, it smelled and tasted similar to Gatorade or Powerade; also I did not know it was alcohol, in the slightest.
Though I am unsure is such is qualified for such sorts of legal aspects in the modern era compared to the Renaissance Faire location, I spoke about the situation multiple times to different people over the years before I wrote about it as well as before going to the Police Station as no one told me that was a possibility previously. When I told my biological mother about the situation, she told me I was overreacting to being surrounded by the males who had their weapons unsheathed and were swinging them in my direction. Others told me such is just how things go at those events, and more recently some were simply shocked I was treated as such by people who went to those events. That admittedly after so many others I had spoken with previously, was new to me.
Usually I was blamed for either overreacting, or I was blamed for putting myself into the situation. Though I explained I had not been to a Faire before nor had any knowledge or understanding of such including the aspects of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, most simply said they were not surprised and minimal more.
The other aspect I had remembered was involving the same year of 2005 in which a female I had briefly dated and ended the relationship with because of what occurred during #HurricaneKatrina which caused me to not ever be interested in any relationship in such a way with females because of, as the psychosis from that particular female was beyond ridiculous in a multitude of ways. When I ended the relationship with Pam I told her not to ever come around my children or I ever, as I did not ever want or need to ever have anything to do with her or her issues ever again. As I am a Pansexual I am attracted to who I am attracted to, however what Pam did not understand was the fact I still lean more towards the preference of the male relationship with for a multitude of reasons. Pam drove a #Toyota #Camary in a red color, and her roommate as former girlfriend was who I had been more interested in to begin with. She had driven a purple PT Cruiser, and they lived in the same house near Marbach Road and 410 in a duplex.
Nonetheless Pam along with her friend Nikki who was married to a male named Brian had been involved with a search for the one who had murdered Patty Vaughn of #LaVernia #Texas, which Pam was certain I would be able to assist. She thought it would be a great idea to take me to the town of LaVernia to get people to talk with me about the situation and somehow she would reel in JR Vaughn for what she thought was what had been the cause to Patty Vaughn's death, though had no proof of. As the relationship continued briefly the storm winds of Hurricane Katrina started getting closer to the land and one day while watching and listening to the news, Pam started crying because of the animals on the tops of roofs from the flooding; whereas I was far more concerned about the people in the hospitals, the nursing homes, as well as the prisons in comparison. When Pam had said she though the Hurricane was all President George W. Bush's fault as he supposedly could have stopped the hurricane by releasing the chemical compound he created onto the clouds and after her explanation, I was done with her completely and had not wanted nor needed anything further to do with her.
Her decisions to be more caring more about animals in comparison to caring more about the human lives personally, was not something I could understand from her. I ended the relationship instantly and though she bothered my biological mother and biological father because of her thoughts that they of anyone would be able to convince me otherwise against my own judgement, did not work in her favor in the slightest. Later I learned of some people in my life who were affected and impacted by the hurricane which I was and am glad they were able to survive, though I know some might not see the same way.
Nonetheless though I would not doubt JR Vaughn and his family may have been informed of the fact I was in LaVernia, I would not be surprised if they realized who the actual problems were caused by in comparison. Pam even had this weird idea she thought JR would see me and somehow fall madly in love with me as my innocence would intrigue him, which I did not see albeit with my own biases in reference to myself and how I see myself. I joked in such a reference that "maybe one of his son's would be looking at me in such a way" in reference to what she claimed, which she did not find nearly as funny as I had when laughing. She was extremely quiet when I continued laughing and when I asked why she was looking at me as she was, she told me she was surprised I knew he had sons. She asked me how I knew that, and I said "What? Three sons, right? It is what it is, maybe someone said something somewhere. It's no big deal, don't worry." When that discussion occurred, she stopped speaking for the rest of the night.
Personally in my opinion, that worked out quite well for me.
In regards of the event today after those memories and thoughts occurred, I arrived in Liberty Hill for the event to listen to the candidates speak. Upon walking into the Daliah's location and walking by some of the Police Officers I recall thinking to myself of how much I had wanted to get certain clothing from that catalog, if there are those who know which company I am referring to. The different pies available to try were multiple and I chose the buttermilk pie, which I highly recommend if you have a sweet tooth as I do; and the coffee was just right, pun intended. As I walked around and spoke with some people as well as speaking with those at the table I had been sitting with before, during, and after the event; there were many likeminded individuals throughout, in support of the different candidates and the ideals they stand for. In this link you can watch what I had recorded through my Facebook account briefly, as there was more before and after the time of the recording.