LGBT book

Jul. 20th, 2017 08:09 pm
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I don't want to spoil anything, but for anyone looking for books with LGBT characters, one of the two primary protagonists of "Down Among The Sticks And Bones" by Seanan McGuire is a lesbian by chapter 9.

On a somewhat related note, the first four or five chapters of that book are an absolutely amazing and frankly horrifying depiction of how to royally mess up children. Without being malicious, the parents of Jacqueline and Jillian are worse than the Dursleys from Harry Potter!

Poem of the week

Jul. 20th, 2017 08:09 am
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 Sometimes a poem is just so bad that it is absolutely wonderful.

This is other half's favourite McGonagall poem :o)



The Funeral of the German Emperor

YE sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead.
Who oft great armies to battle hath led;
He was a man beloved by his subjects all,
Because he never tried them to enthral.

The people of Germany have cause now to mourn,
The loss of their hero, who to them will ne’er return;
But his soul I hope to Heaven has fled away,
To the realms of endless bliss for ever and aye.

He was much respected throughout Europe by the high and the low,
And all over Germany people’s hearts are full of woe;
For in the battlefield he was a hero bold,
Nevertheless, a lover of peace, to his credit be it told.

’Twas in the year of 1888, and on March the 16th day,
That the peaceful William’s remains were conveyed away
To the royal mausoleum of Charlottenburg, their last resting-place,
The God-fearing man that never did his country disgrace.

The funeral service was conducted in the cathedral by the court chaplain, Dr. Kogel,
Which touched the hearts of his hearers, as from his lips it fell,
And in conclusion he recited the Lord’s Prayer
In the presence of kings, princes, dukes, and counts assembled there.

And at the end of the service the infantry outside fired volley after volley,
While the people inside the cathedral felt melancholy,
As the sound of the musketry smote upon the ear,
In honour of the illustrous William. whom they loved most dear.

Then there was a solemn pause as the kings and princes took their places,
Whilst the hot tears are trickling down their faces,
And the mourners from shedding tears couldn’t refrain;
And in respect of the good man, above the gateway glared a bituminous flame.

Then the coffin was placed on the funeral car,
By the kings and princes that came from afar;
And the Crown Prince William heads the procession alone,
While behind him are the four heirs-apparent to the throne.

Then followed the three Kings of Saxony, and the King of the Belgians also,
Together with the Prince of Wales, with their hearts full of woe,
Besides the Prince of Naples and Prince Rudolph of Austria were there,
Also the Czarevitch, and other princes in their order I do declare.

And as the procession passes the palace the blinds are drawn completely,
And every house is half hidden with the sable drapery;
And along the line of march expansive arches were erected,
While the spectators standing by seemed very dejected.

And through the Central Avenue, to make the decorations complete,
There were pedestals erected, rising fourteen to fifteen feet,
And at the foot and top of each pedestal were hung decorations of green bay,
Also beautiful wreaths and evergreen festoons all in grand array.

And there were torches fastened on pieces of wood stuck in the ground;
And as the people gazed on the weird-like scene, their silence was profound;
And the shopkeepers closed their shops, and hotel-keepers closed in the doorways,
And with torchlight and gaslight, Berlin for once was all ablaze.

The authorities of Berlin in honour of the Emperor considered it no sin,
To decorate with crape the beautiful city of Berlin;
Therefore Berlin I declare was a city of crape,
Because few buildings crape decoration did escape.

First in the procession was the Emperor’s bodyguard,
And his great love for them nothing could it retard;
Then followed a squadron of the hussars with their band,
Playing “Jesus, Thou my Comfort,” most solemn and grand.

And to see the procession passing the sightseers tried their best,
Especially when the cavalry hove in sight, riding four abreast;
Men and officers with their swords drawn, a magnificent sight to see
In the dim sun’s rays, their burnished swords glinting dimly.

Then followed the footguards with slow and solemn tread,
Playing the “Dead March in Saul,” most appropriate for the dead;
And behind them followed the artillery, with four guns abreast,
Also the ministers and court officials dressed in their best.

The whole distance to the grave was covered over with laurel and bay,
So that the body should be borne along smoothly all the way;
And the thousands of banners in the procession were beautiful to view,
Because they were composed of cream-coloured silk and light blue.

There were thousands of thousands of men and women gathered there,
And standing ankle deep in snow, and seemingly didn’t care
So as they got a glimpse of the funeral car,
Especially the poor souls that came from afar.

And when the funeral car appeared there was a general hush,
And the spectators in their anxiety to see began to crush;
And when they saw the funeral car by the Emperor’s charger led,
Every hat and cap was lifted reverently from off each head.

And as the procession moved on to the royal mausoleum,
The spectators remained bareheaded and seemingly quite dumb;
And as the coffin was borne into its last resting-place,
Sorrow seemed depicted in each one’s face.

And after the burial service the mourners took a last farewell
Of the noble-hearted William they loved so well;
Then rich and poor dispersed quietly that were assembled there,
While two batteries of field-guns fired a salute which did rend the air
In honour of the immortal hero they loved so dear,
The founder of the Fatherland Germany, that he did revere.












More memery

Jul. 15th, 2017 11:46 am
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A song you never tire of:


A song from your pre teen years:


One of your favourite seventies songs:


A song you would love played at you wedding:

I'm already married!

A song that is a cover by another artist:



 


Summoning objects in dreams

Jul. 14th, 2017 08:44 pm
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I've started to notice a new ability in dreams: summoning lost objects.

To explain: I have a lot of dreams where I'm carrying something and I set it down for some reason, only to turn around and it's gone because the geography of the dream has changed. I usually spend long minutes hunting around for the lost object until I either wake up or the dream changes and I forget about the object. But twice now that I know of, I have searched only a couple minutes before going "Fuck this" and summoning the object. Like part of my mind is aware it's a dream, and this affords me just enough power to summon the object.

The first time this happened, it was a bicycle. I wanted to bike up this nature trail because hey, in a dream I can do physical stuff without getting tired and without expending any effort, but I couldn't find where I'd parked my bike. After searching for a few minutes, I mentally went "Fuck this" and grabbed the air ahead of me, concentrating on the bike. Suddenly, I had the bike and I could go biking.

Last night, it happened again, a different dream and different situation. I had lost my umbrella this time, set it down on some steps that I couldn't find again later, and I needed it before I could leave the school building I was in (school dreams: depressingly common for me), and I searched maybe a whole minute before remembering my newfound dream power. I held up my hand, said "Accio umbrella!" and the umbrella was in my hand. I was thus able to leave the building and, whether coincidence or not, also woke up then.

Current mood

Jul. 13th, 2017 07:45 pm
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Current mood: smoldering embers impatiently awaiting kindling

Scifi poem

Jul. 13th, 2017 06:13 pm
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I found this poem I wrote some unknown time ago. I was considering publishing it, but I wouldn't know where, and it's so much work for so long to do that, I just don't want to go to that much trouble when I could just hit "post entry." And it's such an amazing poem! Told from the perpective of... well, you'll see.


“The Brown, The Green, and The Black”
By = Tempest Alexandria Arts

The white man took the world, spreading out among its lands by sea,
Exploiting all they touched, stealing the land from the people already there.
They stole the New World from the natives, killing the Red Man,
Bringing the Black Man from Africa as slaves to work for them.

They went to China, spread drug addiction and misery, for their profit,
And India for spices they never use, spreading misery to the cradle of writing.
Every bit of land they could find they took for theirs,
Exploiting its people even into the 21st century.

The white man went into space, and found no resources, no people to exploit,
So they grew bored with it, for the most part.
Sure, they sent their robots out to fly by far-off worlds,
Touched the moon a few times with their men, but then stopped.
“There's nothing in space but black,” they said,
Upset they'd made no green.

When the people of India and China started going up there, they scoffed.
“We wasted all that money going up there; they're not learning from our mistakes!”
They told us all there was in space was rocks and more rocks,
Forgetting there was a time when all we had were rocks;
All they let us have as they raped our lands were stones.

Like weeds growing in the sidewalk, they tried to kill us off,
So they could keep our lands for themselves.
But like weeds growing in the sidewalk, we persisted.
For life would always find a way, and we still lived.

We found the barren rocks they'd abandoned,
And grew like weeds among them.
In the black, we – the brown – made green.
The green of growth, as we built giant rotating farms in the sky.

From India and China, from Japan, from Africa,
From the Middle East, from the New World,
All the brown and red and yellow, every color but white,
Worldwide, we came together and spread through the black,
Making stone soup, growing life among the stars.

The white man still owns the earth, but we own the stars,
With colonies on the moon, the asteroids, and Mars.
And the moons of Jupiter and Saturn, and beyond.
Millions of acres of farm and factory, raking in two kinds of green.
Feeding humanity, the breadbasket of the solar system is no longer earth.

And the white man? They are tourists with their cameras,
The old Japanese stereotype passed on to them,
As they marvel at all we've built, at all the green,
The same color they've become, with envy,
Because they were too 'yellow' to make green among the black,
Leaving that to the brown.
To us.

Donald Trump meets God

Jul. 10th, 2017 02:50 am
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Donald Trump gets to the Pearly Gates and St. Peter says "Ah yes, Donald Trump, do come on in, God wants a few words with you." Smug, he goes in, thinking "Yes, I'm so important God wants to meet me right away." Then the door opens to God's throne room, and Trump looks in awe at the magnificent being, clearly God, on the throne... which is a wheelchair. A black woman wearing a Pride flag pin on Her robes rolls forward with a nasty grin on Her face. "Yes, Donald, do please sit down. You're going to be with Me for a long time before finally... moving on," She says, Her eyes darting toward the floor.

(Yeah I know, I'm pagan, but hey, this doesn't exactly contradict that. And whether She means Hell or reincarnation is kinda left open to interpretation. Either one would not be good for Trumpsterfire, in context.)
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Just tried saying "kind of leaves it open to interpretation" and "kind of leaves it up for debate" at the same time, twice in a row, which came out as "kind of leaves it open up for [blergle!]"

Bowring Park Vehicle day

Jul. 9th, 2017 02:16 pm
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 Just back from Bowring Park via the Red Lion.

It was another lovely day for that sort of thing and the big charity transport day was well worth a visit.

Have some pics!


This Dodge ambulance is a veteran of Vietnam:


Here be pics! )

AhKHoi'djender

Jul. 9th, 2017 04:43 am
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We realized earlier today that Fay, Tempest, Negarahn, and Djao'Kain don't really have an accurate term for their gender. Finding an accurate term has proven difficult. The only really accurate human term we've found so far is "hermaphrodite," but that's a word the intersex community doesn't like people using.

Of course, the conversation on gender goes a little weird at times. Recently, one of us was like "Okay so what would the AKB of Traipah call their gender?" Fay was like "They wouldn't. They only have the one sex." But then Tempest countered with "Yeah but once they met the humans, they might come up with a term for it, it would be their version of "cisgender." And they have something like intersex as well, so gender terms for them might come in handy. So what would the AKB call their majority gender?"

Fay thought a moment, then said, "Well gender would be a new concept for them. So they'd probably use some variation on the English word 'gender.' Considering most AKB are just the one sex, I think they'd call it AhKHoi'djender (ah-oy ʒen-der."

Derived, of course, from the Ah'Koi of "Ah'Koi Bahnis" and the word "gender."

An explanation of my personal sigil.

Jul. 9th, 2017 02:23 am
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The above image, from my Tumblr and now on my LJ and DW profiles, is my personal sigil. Okay, it's not really a sigil, just a collection of symbols. Here are their meanings:

The flag background is the Demisexual pride flag. I'm only demisexual where men are concerned. I don't know if there's another term for that subset or not, though. Probably is, but I don't know it.

In the black triangle you will see two symbols: the pentagam, a religious symbol that represents the five elements (earth, air, water, fire, and spirit).

Also in the black triangle is the transgender power fist symbol. I use it because I'm transgender and to show solidarity with trans people of color (especially black trans people) and to show solidarity with black people in general.

In the top white stripe there is... okay, I think the many circles in a pattern thing was a symbol for multiplicity. Ah yes, I was right.

The seven-pointed star next to it is the primary Otherkin symbol (five of our collective's members are non-human sapients.)

The infinity symbol inside the heart is a symbol of polyamory. Because I am polyamorous.

The funky looking P-shaped symbol is the symbol of pansexuality, because I am a pansexual.

On the far left of the grey stripe (bottom) is the 8-rayed star of chaos magick, because I'm into that as well.

The red and white striped heart inside a half pink half blue circle is the ageplay symbol. I am into ageplay as a "little." It's mostly Molly Elizabeth who's into that; she's one of the people that live in this body, and in our mind's eye she takes the form of a 7 year old girl with blonde pigtails and blue eyes.

The next symbol there is the Greek letter Psi, but I don't remember why I put it there. My guess is it's a reference to my empathic ability, which is a psychic ability, but I'm not sure.

And of course the rainbow flag with white wheelchair person cutout is a reference to my being an LGBT disabled person, though my disability is largely an emotional/mental one. (Chronic depression, chronic anxiety.)

Screw photobucket

Jul. 9th, 2017 01:25 am
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So PhotoBucket apparently now has decided to charge nealy $400 per whatever to let you host images on them and post them on third party sites. IE, the only bloody reason I got a PhotoBucket account in the first place, which was free before.

Screw them, though. I have a Tumblr. I know from experience that you can post a picture to Tumblr, and even if the post and the account that posted it get nuked, the picture will still be there on Tumblr's site, so you could technically no longer have a Tumblr account and still be hosting your images there, because that's how much of a towering pile of shit their code is, that you can't ever delete a picture off their website, not really.

So yeah, I'm hosting my images on Tumblr now.

Simple but delicious food

Jul. 8th, 2017 11:15 pm
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Took a bunch of vegetables, steam-cooked them, scooped some onto rice, scooped some chicken onto the vegetables, added Triple Ginger Teriyaki sauce, and boom! Simple, delicious meal! Granted, the cooking and cutting of the chicken and the veggies was long and difficult work, but now I'll have a simple throw-together meal for when I have less energy and/or time! (The rice takes only 8 minutes in my microwave-usable rice cooker. And no, it's not instant rice, it's regular rice.)

Veggies I have in this batch:
Broccoli, green beans, sugar snap peas in their pods, three different colors of bell pepper (red, yellow, and orange), carrots, celery, mushrooms, and yellow squash (basically a yellow zucchini).

Later I might add a can of baby corn and a can of water chestnuts. And I have a bottle of orange sauce for when the triple ginger runs out.

So yeah there's another thing: you could buy canned veggies and pre-cut chicken and save time and effort.

Multiplicity can be fun, too!

Jul. 8th, 2017 02:35 am
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On a more positive note, Molly wants to buy a shit-ton of self-adhesive googly eyes in various sizes and go around town sticking them in funny places. :D
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