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I was in business administration, so there wasn't a whole lot of curriculum overlap. We didn't discuss classes.
As for the dinner... considering that my then significant other was also male, could we maybe not use the word "faggotry" please? Anyway, it's not a thrill-a-minute action ride, but... I was in a long distance relationship and he was coming to visit for Thanksgiving. The radio club president and I had gotten the idea to hold an interclub Thanksgiving dinner as well. So I'd been up since 5 AM prepping a turkey, caramelizing yams, the usual, as well as dealing with a rental car snafu that meant I wasn't getting one for the weekend and then not being able to find the terminal my SO came in on, which turned out to be on a whole different road than the airport. That's what I was dealing with going into the dinner.
Even with all of that irritation, Phil didn't really do anything that upset me that day. I warned the SO about Phil and his clingy nature, and so it wasn't quite so big a deal as you might think. Phil wasn't confrontational, just extra-clingy and determined to be appreciated. At one point, the SO started playing along, and they had what I can only describe as a "sub-off," playfully competing to be the first to do whatever I said. It was a bit surreal, but nobody got aggressive.
And before someone asks, the distance thing eventually got to be too much, Phil had nothing to do with that relationship ending.
I don't think he was part of a group while I was at school with him; he was only just getting started in cosplay toward the end of our acquaintance. If it was an online thing, that might have started earlier, but we ran in very different circles online.
To the best of my knowledge, Phil has never accused me of rape, or any form of sexual assault. He never said anything to me about being a victim when we were in school, and I can only guess wildly at where he might have gotten the idea to make these claims.
I think Phil tries to be a caring individual, but his pride sometimes gets in the way of that by making him deny his mental health issues, and refusing to admit that he might be wrong when he acts under the influence of his condition.
At this point, the new edition of Warmachine comes out in a month, and I'd wait until then if you're about to start playing. Cryx is a nuanced faction that relies on stacking debuffs and sacrificing cheap hordes of cannon fodder, which is great once you learn it but has a bit of a learning curve as you figure out how the pieces fit together. That may change with the rebalancing, though.
Info on the book, a slightly outdated sample chapter (I am very much in the turd-polishing phase of the draft), and a working title I'm not thrilled with can be found at
https://www.inkshares.com/books/princess-at-large
The card game, a tongue-in-cheek struggle between a sewing circle of old ladies vs the zombie apocalypse, is called Knit of the Living Dead. I don't have a website for it yet, but I do have a domain name reserved at
www.adultfears.com and we can expect me to find excuses to drop the kickstarter into any conversation I find myself in once it launches.
That said, I would like my work to stand on my own merit, and have support because of the quality of the material, and not just because I've had to deal with some unpleasantness in my time.
We were never around pre- or early teens, so it's hard for me to say, but he never talked about a desire for it.
I would estimate Phil's computer proficiency to be at the "competent layman" level. I would say he might surprise me by having hidden depths of technical savvy, but I think he would have bragged about them at some point before now.
Phil was the anime club president, which came with responsibilities that were mostly handled by Corrine. Attendance varied, ranging from maybe 5 people on a slow week to upwards of 20. There was a rotation of who picked the anime; it was usually adventure or slice of life; the only two shows I can definitely remember someone picking were Chrono Crusade and Fruits Basket. I've heard other people say Phil tried to show some yaoi, but I wasn't there for it, so this could just be rumor.
I was the Orochimaru to his Sasuke, which apparently involves doing anatomically improbable things with my tongue (didn't watch the show, I just know the name Orochimaru has something to do with snakes, and I've read the erotic friend fiction Phil wrote of me). To blanket statement this, Phil never tried to misrepresent anyone else's ethnic heritage, including mine.
Just about everyone but my family and the government call me Dusty. It is short for Dustin, which was my "work name" when I was employed in a couple of bars, so that work wouldn't follow me home. When I moved on from that part of my life, I decided I liked answering to "Dusty" and it didn't have the baggage associate with what happened to me before that, so it's a bit of a nickname, a bit of a coping mechanism, and a bit because I just like the name.
Phil never expressed an interest in firearms to me. I am not sure where the fixation came from, or when it started.
Phil's weight was rather constant for the year or so that I knew him. I have not heard of the "Sasuke diet" so I'm guessing that came after we parted company.
Phil would wind up affiliated with whoever it most benefited Tzeentch's plans for him to be claimed by.
