Writer and photographer who enjoys shiny things and the way books smell. Life ambition: to become a dragon. (Or maybe I already am.)

they tell me you have questions...


but before I go…

My Siali dragon grew up.  Isn’t she purty?

mostly offline today.  be good while I’m gone, darlings.

HowStuffWorks "How Verbal Self-Defense Works" →

25 Page Critique for RAINN auction


I’m part of an auction for RAINN over at the My Countless Lives blog that is now live! I’m donating a 1st chapter/25 page critique, so please check it out if you’re interested. :D  (Minimum bid is $10.)

There are lots of other auctions going on as well, so anything you can do to help would be fabulous. :)

Bidding/auction rules can be found here.

Auction ends tonight at midnight so have at it! :D

Vine maple, unfurling.


what really gets me on that article is the *winkwink**nudgenudge* “REALISTIC”

….a bunch of bisexual charcters are less realistic than a fucking bog unicorn?

An average TV night with family:

  • three bisexual people with significant history with both women and men
  • one straight person
  • two “if the right person of a similar gender to me came along I’d consider it” people

Oh, and four of said people are poly.

Apparently we’re not realistic?


I have a tv cuddle friend. #aithnedoeslife

Boundaries v. Orders


For clarification, boundaries are not about telling the other person what to do, but saying what you will do. 

Ferinstance:  “Because I was frightened by a Ninja Turtle on a Wednesday, green really scares me on that day. You’re not allowed to wear green pajamas on Wednesday” isn’t setting a boundary.  That’s giving an order.


 ”Because I was frightened by a Ninja Turtle on Wednesday, green really scares me on that day.  I can’t be in a relationship with someone who wears green pajamas on a Wednesday” is setting a boundary.   It’s not giving an order, but is saying what you want in your life.

 It may seem subtle but it’s really HUGE.

  · polyamory ·




My love

The fact that she is hooded makes me very happy in ways I suspect only people I RP with will understand.

Cold Wind by Nicola Griffith | Tor.com →

From the park on Puget Sound I watched the sun go down on the shortest day of the year. The air lost its lemon glitter, the dancing water dulled to a greasy heave, and the moon, not yet at its height, grew more substantial. Clouds gathered along the horizon, dirty yellow-white and gory at one end, like a broken arctic fox. Snow wasn’t in the forecast, but I could smell it.

More than snow. If all the clues I’d put together over the years were right, it would happen tonight.

I let the weather herd me from the waterfront park into the city, south then east, through the restaurant district and downtown. The streets should have been thronged with last-minute holiday shoppers but the weather had driven them toward the safety of home.

By the time I reached the urban neighborhood of Capitol Hill, the moon was behind an iron lid of cloud, and sleet streaked the dark with pearl.

Inside the women’s bar, customers were dressed a little better than usual: wool rather than fleece, cashmere blend instead of merino, and all in richer, more celebratory colors. The air was spiced with cinnamon and anticipation. Women looked up when the door opened, they leaned toward one another, faces alight like children waiting for teacher to announce a story, a present, a visit from Santa.

This is fantastic—a story about old things, and women, and the hunt.


The first of the magus cast themselves deep in the Fade in search of answers and power, always power. They found the forbidden ones- Xebenkeck, ImshaelGaxkang the Unbound, and The Formless One. Many conversations were had and much of the fabric of the world revealed. And thus the magic of blood was born. ―Unknown Mage


Strange Horizons Poetry: The God of Lost Things, by Neile Graham →

My prayer to him is simple at first. I want what I want
and want it back.

· poetry · neile graham ·
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