Earlier today, while waiting for a bus downtown, this homeless guy selling Street Roots newspapers was shouting, at the top of his lungs, "ONE DOLLAR! HELP FIGHT HOMELESSNESS ONE DOLLAR AT A TIME!" every 30 seconds. We had to put up with this shit for 20 minutes, and Alex was at the front for most of it. It was getting so bad that he was actually ( Read more... )

The other night, I was out returning home from meeting a friend. I was not taking my usual route because it was later than I usually leave, and thus the route I took put me into a neighborhood that I consider dodgy. (Part of the place along Killingsworth.) Now in Portland, dodgy areas are mixed in with better areas like those dry lumps you ( Read more... )

Tis the season to be driven batshit crazy by in-system squabbles ( Read more... )

What's funny to me right now is that I get all embarrassed talking about sex stuff and bodily functions, and resort to euphemisms for a lot of it (even here online), and yet Alex is explicit and detailed and doesn't hesitate using whatever damned words he wants to. We can barely even MENTION masturbation, and he would just start going into detail ( Read more... )

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I was reading something on Tumblr the other day about Medusa, about how images of her head were put on women's shelters in ancient Greece, and as a result, Alex said, "You know, Medusa would make a lot of sense as a kind of Goddess figure for female Satanists." Which led me to realize that a modified Medusa would make a great Goddess for pagans, ( Read more... )

A list of the favorite colors of each member of the Fayanora collective:
(Subject to change)

I'm not going to include black, since we all like black. Unless it's the only one they respond with.

Molly Elizabeth: bubblegum pink and sunshine yellow. (She's partial to bright primary colors.)

Fayanora: Robin's-egg blue.

Alex: Indigo, forest green.

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An interesting bit of information about Pi, the shapeshifter that lives in my head with the rest of us ( Read more... )

A few months ago, I wrote a short story wherein a large chunk of the story was told from the point of view of a male Basilisk. (Male Basilisks being humanoid, as opposed to their serpentine female equivalents.) I was thinking about that story again today, and remembering how very GOOD I was at portraying his point of view; basically, Basilisks are ( Read more... )

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