Answering the Meme
Sep. 17th, 2008 12:13 amYes, and no. I'm typically an extremely private person. While I'm generally forthcoming when I'm asked something specifically, I keep a lot of my feelings and opinions and personality to myself. I'm an acquired taste, for most. That, and I just don't trust many people, including myself. What I post in my LJ is only the 10% of my mind that needs an outlet on a regular basis, or it'll hurt me. There's lots that never breaks the surface.
Oh man. There's a few: Van Halen, Def Leppard (UGH), Nickleback, the White Stripes...Franz Ferdinand... OK, so there's more than a few. While I can honestly say I like a little of everything, there is a lot of stuff I just really...don't. I have a peculiar ear, methinks.
Def Leppard is the one band I would wipe off the face of the planet with an oribtal laser, given half a chance. Van Halen is on the list because often I hear something on the radion that I think is ok...and then 20 seconds in Van Halen shows up and ruins what might be a perfectly good song, otherwise.
The number is under 15. I have trustworthy friends who are not solidly reliable. I have reliable friends who do things I can't like. I have friends I consider good people, who I still don't trust. To be all of those things...isn't really a common occurence. I don't have many friends, either. I have a multitude of acquaintances, at varying degrees.
I don't believe in archetypes, or facets, or aspects when it comes to Deity. I am a hard polytheist - the Gods are separate and individual beings. I don't believe that people worship parts of themselves, deified.
But...I believe that Deity is both immanent and transcendant. It is separate and above all things, but also within us all. The Source, the universal force, created existence from itself, to better experience and understand itself. So we are all created of the same stuff - stars, planets, people, plants, snails, and sand. Each of us is made of the same things as Divinity, even if we ourselves are not divine.
*LOL* Insight into sex magic? Hooboy.
I do know a very small tiny little bit about sex magic. What I know is mostly energy control, manipulating the chakras and the kundalini. Since I tend towards direct energy work, and pretty much started there when I started practicing magic, I find it easy. I don't go in for funky positions, or trying to do anything tantric. I can use the energy raised to 'power' spells, if I think it's the best way to do it. Otherwise, I mostly practice a bit of sensual energy work, for the pleasure it gives.
Heh. Wondered if this would come up. A couple times of week, usually - weekends if we're home alone, but more often than not weeknights. I really like doggie style, mostly because my hips and my back make other positions seriously painful.
Oh gods yes. I gave up on love as a teenager. I figured I was destined to spend my adult life alone, and prepared for that inevitability. The reason for that decision? Lots and lots of painful, unreturned desires and feelings for the people around me. Of course, as soon as I made the decision, I met my now-husband. So there.
Love is ineffable. Which rather violates the spirit of this meme, if not the letter. Love is stable, and secure, and warm. Love is compromise. Love...is frightening. Amber and crimson and sometimes black.
I think you'd be fine there. I've seen people post random collections of objects on there as 'unintentional altars', or 'found altars' that were clearly not intentioned as such. Yours at least are intentional, which I think is half the battle.
No, not really. But you'll also note that my f-list is fairly short, compared to some people. If someone is on my friends list, it generally means they're within a certain level of tolerance for me.
I know I'm sometimes caustic, always opinionated, and really difficult to understand without body language. So...I give some people a chance on my LJ, and if after a time they're either just not getting me, or have done something to totally piss me off, I take them off my f-list. Usually people indicate to me fairly clearly that they don't get me by posting something to me I'm pretty much guaranteed to be insulted by.
Call it insecurity, call it paranoia. It probably is. But I don't have space in my life for people who want to tear me down. I do it enough on my own.
Honestly? No. Raven, and the Morrigan, are nowhere near the same spirit, or energy, or even purpose. Ravens are one of Her symbols, since they have battlefield associations, but aside from that the commonly held associations for Raven-energy don't really copy to The Morrigan.
The Morrigan is utterly uninterested in watching over anyone in a protective manner. She isn't about coddling anyone, or protecting them, or teaching them to be assertive or any of the rest of the new-age cliches. She is certainly about strength, but in a different context than I think most people assume. She's a hard Lady. And I think most people should be content without Her in their lives.
Willful ignorance! Hands down. Confront a real fluffball with factual information in a logical manner, with verifiable source materials, that contradicts their precious little world-view or alternate reality, and what happens? They jam their fingers in their ears and sing "Lalalala I can't hear you!", or take their toys and stomp off home. Except they never leave the conversation, preferring to come back with a horde of cronies and sockpuppets to decry you as a big mean fundie poo-poo head. UGH.
Actually, I think we are completely different, on many many levels. We do have similarities, but I think our general outlooks on life, people, and the world around us are totally at odds. However, I also think that we have had radically different life experiences, and my being older also contributes to this.
I really have no answer for this. everything has its' own distinct beauty, or lack thereof...and i can't compare them. beauty is fragile, fleeting. it leaves the world so easily...my whole life seems to be about creating more, if I can.
one of my favorite beautiful things, however, is waking up with someone beside me. the seemingly unconditional love, and endless warmth, of happy cats is another. there are days when one or the other, or both, are what keeps me here.
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