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I fucking love swords.

I remember once upon a time, buried in the many posts and paragraphs, I wrote that while I am not ashamed of my heritage, I felt very little attachment to it. Much of my life has been spent burdened by a strange sensation of displacement; the sensation that I am not where I am supposed to be. Somewhere deep down, in the depths of my existence, I ( Read more... )

Things are now stabilizing again. There are still the occasional things that place stress on my monetary situation, but they are being brought under control for the sake of my more important interests, which now include HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts). The German art behind using the deadly longsword. I've been studying it for a few months ( Read more... )