I was doing so well with posting semi-regularly there for awhile. Then I got laryngitis of the fingers and couldn't think of anything even faintly amusing to say. Well. Partly because all my creative energies have been turned toward this writing endeavor I'm taking seriously again after ... five years? Lord-a-mercy, when did I get this old ( Read more... )

. . . the first time I kissed a guy at Faire. I was sixteen, it was my first Faire, and I was a performer. Part of a guild called The Shadow Kindred. We were supposed to be evil, and I was just a wench in our encampment. Another girl, Nikki, a friend of mine from high school, was playing an dark elven bounty hunter. She was wearing a black cat ( Read more... )