October 2nd, 2004


I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.

I need to step away from the tie-dye. I smell too good to be a hippie and my dad is probably a cop. Being a hippie is not a fashion craze, man. It was a way of life, in the 60’s, man.

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  • Current Music
    Black Muddy River - Norma Waterson


Samhain is coming.  poliphilo  (who'll be mad about this) and I used to run our own coven.

Samhain, as one of the two occasions when the veil between the worlds was thinnest (Beltane being the other), was when we used to invite the spirits of the otherworld - who held no ill-will to the world of men - to join us.  We would invoke Epona - Horse Goddess of the Britons to protect us and then invoke Gwyn ab Nud - ruler of the Halls of the Dead - to

"Open wide the gates to Annwyn through which we all shall pass one day.  We welcome, to our ritual, the spirits of our loved ones who are in the underworld and any others who offer us no harm or ill will"

We would then extinguish all the lights and announce

                                                                               "Summer is dead.  Let us feast with Death."


When we re-lit the lights we would discuss who had seen what.  The, the only time of the year we did it, we would close the circle.  Sometimes we'd forget and I'd spend a few days seeing or smelling things and would then go into our temple and close it down.

At all other times we left it open - after all when you invite guests into your home it isn't normal to say ' thanks for coming, now leave' - we found the dissapated after a while.

But there again our temple has been non working for 2 years this Samhain, but it certainly isn't 'empty'


  • Current Mood
    happy happy


I've hit that 'funny age' when my hair falls out - I've had to cut a fringe to cover my receding hairline - and becomes even finer, my skin thinks I'm a teenager and ...

My skin has come out in such lumps and bumps.  I'm unfortunate (to say the least) in that I have to shave every day - nothing wrong with my hormones, just one of those things, so the doctors say.  So my shaver either can't cut the hairs because there's a layer of skin over them or rips holes in my skin.  Where I usually am in a panic over whether people can tell I have bad facial hair (I'm bottling over the fact that I'm 'coming out' here - never thought I would) now I also panic over the gouges.

Then there's the night flushes.  I've moved the hairdryer so that I can dry my hair in the night without bothering poliphilo.</span>

I think I'm also suffering from an allergy to milk.  For the last 2 years I've been drinking soya milk ( I got Tuberculosis iin the 1950's from milk)  and, because I was missing my cups of tea, I went back onto skimmed (no fat) milk.  I think it was a mistake.  I'm now back on soya milk & no tea.

God, I sound miserable, but I don't feel it.  I spent a lot of my early adulthood wondering whether I'm fully feminine.  Thanks to poliphilo  I've relaxed enough to know that I am.   The menopause confirms it.  In a way it's fun - you can blame anything you want on it!   I'm so so glad I'm a woman

Poor men, no 'monthly' excuse, no menopause.  We know - you're crazy all the time!!

  • Current Music
    only what's in my head