Sunday, July 28, 2013
Who's Laughing Now?!
"They laughed when I said I was studying sexomancy at wizarding school. But now who's laughing? All of us. As I have sex with them."
Friday, July 26, 2013
In memorium
I can never forget,
but it is good to remember
(though remembering's bittersweet)
because memories are all I have now.
but it is good to remember
(though remembering's bittersweet)
because memories are all I have now.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
A Collection of Incorrect But Well Loved Names
Some of the names I came up with while brainstorming the name of my new blog:
The Secret Thoughts of an Open Eye
It's My Party and I'll Die if I Want to
Mostly Comprised of Meat/Semen/Love
Lets Get Naked: the Private Thoughts of a Madman
Beyond Belief
Heart Cries and Earth Shakes from the Center of All
Blowing Thought Bubbles in the Milky Way
Fuck you, I'm Napping: the Erotic Ramblings of a Crotchety 94 Year Old Man Trapped in a 13 Year Old's Body
An Erotic Tea Party With Giraffes
The Quark and the Ovum
Drunk on Starshine
Anteater Cunnilingus
Dysgraphic Discursives
Exegesis on Crackers
Too Much Different Stuff to Give a Catchy Title: a Straight Rendition of Facts
Batshit Insane: My Mind
Really Big: Ponderings on the Universe
The Universe is a Big Playful Puppy: Discoveries and Thoughts
I Don't Know What This is but I'll Call it Love
Stick Figure Porn
Death Sex Humor
God the Moth
Nothing but Beauty
The Truth is Pornographic
They weren't the correct names for the job, but I'll keep them at the ready, in case I find a good place for them. If you use them, give me props. Maybe someday I can get a dream job naming things.
The Secret Thoughts of an Open Eye
It's My Party and I'll Die if I Want to
Mostly Comprised of Meat/Semen/Love
Lets Get Naked: the Private Thoughts of a Madman
Beyond Belief
Heart Cries and Earth Shakes from the Center of All
Blowing Thought Bubbles in the Milky Way
Fuck you, I'm Napping: the Erotic Ramblings of a Crotchety 94 Year Old Man Trapped in a 13 Year Old's Body
An Erotic Tea Party With Giraffes
The Quark and the Ovum
Drunk on Starshine
Anteater Cunnilingus
Dysgraphic Discursives
Exegesis on Crackers
Too Much Different Stuff to Give a Catchy Title: a Straight Rendition of Facts
Batshit Insane: My Mind
Really Big: Ponderings on the Universe
The Universe is a Big Playful Puppy: Discoveries and Thoughts
I Don't Know What This is but I'll Call it Love
Stick Figure Porn
Death Sex Humor
God the Moth
Nothing but Beauty
The Truth is Pornographic
They weren't the correct names for the job, but I'll keep them at the ready, in case I find a good place for them. If you use them, give me props. Maybe someday I can get a dream job naming things.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Rename Thyself
I really like coming up with names for things. And my old blog name no longer seems to fit me. I am no longer alone, literally or in spirit, and the idea behind the name, "It's easy being alone," of my constant, unshakable feeling of being the only one here, has melted into a comfortable uncertainty.
I don't know that I'm alone. I can never be sure there is someone else out there, but in my heart is the warmth I'd been looking for, trying to find another, and I now see no reason to think it's more likely that I'm alone than that there are other people out there. In any case, not only is it not the central issue of my life anymore, but it's a non-issue, not even something I think about any more.
But there are still things to learn, and I'm learning them every day. And there is still beauty to share. And crude jokes to be made, and worlds to explore.
This post marks the beginning of something new.
And perhaps, the reinvigoration of my blogging. It's my intention. We'll see how it carries through.
Anyways, my love to all of you who I know, and to those I don't know, in a general kind of way. I am fond of you humans, even with the messes some of you make. There is something great at the center of you. A huge potential, a beautiful power and kindness. Usually you don't see it in yourself. And so you don't act on it. Understandable. Yet, it's there, none the less.
Another friend killed herself a few days ago. I hadn't seen her in a month and a half. She was, is, a dear friend to many and a wonderful, courageous, funny person.
I'm too tired right now to try to make sense of it, for myself or anyone else. I'm just trying not to shut down and go into shock or spiral into depression. I wasn't as close to her as I was to Dan (I don't think I was as close to anybody as I was to Dan) so I am spared the worst of it. And perhaps having gone through something like it before I am better able to deal with it the second time. Grief is a physical shock to the system, and must be dealt with as respectfully as a serious physical injury.
It's easier to pretend you're not hurt, wounded, that a piece of you hasn't just been ripped out, because there is no physical evidence saying it is so. But if you ignore it, if you don't deal with all the emotions that bubble up from it, you will be bleeding out emotionally, the wound will be getting infected, and things won't be healing right. Just as surely as if you just got a chunk of you ripped out and tried to go about your life as if nothing had happened.
My my, this has become moribund. Not what I intended for my first post, but what the hey, it's what's on right now, and that's what this has always been about.
I don't know that I'm alone. I can never be sure there is someone else out there, but in my heart is the warmth I'd been looking for, trying to find another, and I now see no reason to think it's more likely that I'm alone than that there are other people out there. In any case, not only is it not the central issue of my life anymore, but it's a non-issue, not even something I think about any more.
But there are still things to learn, and I'm learning them every day. And there is still beauty to share. And crude jokes to be made, and worlds to explore.
This post marks the beginning of something new.
And perhaps, the reinvigoration of my blogging. It's my intention. We'll see how it carries through.
Anyways, my love to all of you who I know, and to those I don't know, in a general kind of way. I am fond of you humans, even with the messes some of you make. There is something great at the center of you. A huge potential, a beautiful power and kindness. Usually you don't see it in yourself. And so you don't act on it. Understandable. Yet, it's there, none the less.
Another friend killed herself a few days ago. I hadn't seen her in a month and a half. She was, is, a dear friend to many and a wonderful, courageous, funny person.
I'm too tired right now to try to make sense of it, for myself or anyone else. I'm just trying not to shut down and go into shock or spiral into depression. I wasn't as close to her as I was to Dan (I don't think I was as close to anybody as I was to Dan) so I am spared the worst of it. And perhaps having gone through something like it before I am better able to deal with it the second time. Grief is a physical shock to the system, and must be dealt with as respectfully as a serious physical injury.
It's easier to pretend you're not hurt, wounded, that a piece of you hasn't just been ripped out, because there is no physical evidence saying it is so. But if you ignore it, if you don't deal with all the emotions that bubble up from it, you will be bleeding out emotionally, the wound will be getting infected, and things won't be healing right. Just as surely as if you just got a chunk of you ripped out and tried to go about your life as if nothing had happened.
My my, this has become moribund. Not what I intended for my first post, but what the hey, it's what's on right now, and that's what this has always been about.
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