sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
WARNING: This post doesn't really get so far as talking about rape, per se, but it does talk about regular, routine, sexual assault. Trigger warning in effect.

Unlike most of the people on my friends list, I am really not that long out of high school at all. I graduated a little more than two years ago, and entered just over six years ago. This journal was started in December of my freshman year --it makes a really good chronicle of my life sometimes.

And sometimes, I laugh at naive younger!Sor, and sometimes we argue, and sometimes she weeps for me, as I am now. And sometimes, I weep for her, as she was then

On a similar note, why would any girl want to degrade herself by LETTING boys smack her on the rear end, or pinch or grab her butt? I see it in school way to often, guys do that to the girls and the girls just LAUGH! Why the hell don't they care?? That guy just grabbed one of your "private parts," a part of the body that you've known since childhood is even more private and personal then the rest of your body, and you just sit there and giggle. You IDIOTS! Trust me, and guy who gets his hand within a foot of my rear end will suddenly find that hand shoved down that throat. It still being attached to his arm is optional.
18/May/2004. Please don't mind the fact that it has taken me a very long time to apparently learn the difference between to and too.

Because it's really really hard to fight against everyone you're close to. Because you don't want to be called a prude, uptight1. Because if you deck the guy, you've forced your friends to see you as "humourless" and perhaps a freak.

After all. He was only doing it in good fun.

I've never much had to worry about seriously resisting the peer pressure of the average high school crowd, because I was so far flung out of it *anyways*. I ignored and avoided nearly everyone who wasn't either part of the Table --largely a collection of those of us who were two (or more!) grades ahead in math and liked playing magic-- or the Theatre. The boys I grew up around, certainly in those first two or three years of high school, were sweet and dorky and painfully inept at girls. More importantly, they were gentlemen, and I think the idea of smacking one of their friends on the ass was just as taboo to them as it was to me.

But reading blogs, and posts, I stumble across the following --

A growing number of teenage girls view sexual harassment and even assault as “normal,” says a top Toronto school board official.
Gerry Connelly described the “new normal” phenomenon during her keynote address at the annual Safe Schools Conference in Toronto today.
“A young girl will see somebody being pushed against a locker and fondled inappropriately, or they are being touched inappropriately and they say: ‘Well that’s just the way it is,’” said Ms. Connelly, director of education at the Toronto District School Board.
2

And that's what it was to me --normal. Sickening, and dirty, and slutty, and how dare those girls degrade themselves like that, but ultimately, a fairly normal sight to see. 14!Sor never once considered that maybe it wasn't the girls degrading themselves, so much as submitting to being degraded3. Out of fear of being ostracized, out of an inability to fight back, out of just not caring, because they know it's not going to stop, whatever.

And maybe I was wrong, and it wasn't sexual harassment at all. Maybe most of it was couples, roughhousing, playing, being just a little bit of exhibitionists just to show off they had each other. Maybe it was friends goofing around. Maybe not one of those girls I ever saw ever felt the slightest bit uncomfortable with the situation --it was just another touch, like a hug.

But I honestly kind of doubt it.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Perhaps nearly as bad an insult as slut, some days.
2: From PunkAssBlog, the article "The Evolution of a Feminist"
3: I...can't quite get this wording right. I want to say that the girls themselves were not doing anything wrong, however, they also weren't trying to fight back, and were instead accepting the situation -which is not inherently wrong, it's hard to fight against someone stronger than you, especially if you don't want to be told to just lighten up- but also did not necessarily help their situation. Insert debate here as to how much the victim is responsible for changing their situation. Yes, the abusers are fully at fault, but if no one ever stands up and tells them that it's wrong --and that did not necessarily need to be the girls-- they will continue their abuse. Orsomethinglikethat?


WARNING, because my disclaimers go both ways, for the people who read their friends lists from the bottom on up!
This post talks about regular, routine sexual assault at a high school level. Trigger warnings, and all that.
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (bipolyhorny)
WARNING: This post talks a bunch about rape, and about fear, and about blaming the victim, and behaviours that people should take in order not to get raped, and behaviours that people should take in order to not, you know, rape anyone. If any of that is likely to trigger you, please skip the rest of it.

Someone linked this, and I don't remember who. But it made me laugh, in that pathetic, oh god, why do we even need to say this? sort of way.

Sexual Assault Prevention Tips Guaranteed to Work!
1. Don’t put drugs in people’s drinks in order to control their behavior.
2. When you see someone walking by themselves, leave them alone!
3. If you pull over to help someone with car problems, remember not to assault them!
4. NEVER open an unlocked door or window uninvited.
5. If you are in an elevator and someone else gets in, DON’T ASSAULT THEM!
6. Remember, people go to laundry to do their laundry, do not attempt to molest someone who is alone in a laundry room.
7. USE THE BUDDY SYSTEM! If you are not able to stop yourself from assaulting people, ask a friend to stay with you while you are in public.
8. Always be honest with people! Don’t pretend to be a caring friend in order to gain the trust of someone you want to assault. Consider telling them you plan to assault them. If you don’t communicate your intentions, the other person may take that as a sign that you do not plan to rape them.
9. Don’t forget: you can’t have sex with someone unless they are awake!
10. Carry a whistle! If you are worried you might assault someone “on accident” you can hand it to the person you are with, so they can blow it if you do.

Credit to No, Not You

((I especially like that it's a non-gendered list on all accounts, and can easily apply to all manner of hurting-other-people, not just sexual assault.))

Lesley is not the sort of campus where they pound into our heads the "YOU WILL BE RAPED AT ANY MOMENT!" paranoia that a lot of places seem to feed -which is actually odd, now that I think of it- but I'm still tempted to print out a couple copies of this one and leave them somewhere casual.

And no, I don't particularly think anyone on my friends list needs to learn any of these lessons. I'd like to think that they wouldn't be "friends" if they did.

But seriously. It really really really sucks to be a woman, and constantly be told that YOU need to do the work, that YOU need to change your habits, and your clothing, and your behaviours because if you don't, the poor defenseless men around you just won't be able to control themselves, and they'll just *have* to rape you on principle.

It sucks to know that I shouldn't leave the house in that flighty little skirt that looks really cute, that I have to wake my roommates up with a text message so they know I got where I was going safely, that I won't ever drink around college kids1 because I can't trust that they won't try to push me too far. Yes, they're all actions I take, and just some of the actions I take to keep myself safe --I walk a half mile or more most nights in order to get to the beds I sleep in. I keep my eyes open, and I keep a sense of where people are around me. When I go to Rocky, if I'm by myself, I wear a big coat over my slut-clothes, or try to find other groups to walk with.

When people offer to walk me home, no matter how much it sucks, I take the offer. Because yes. It's embarrassing to have to be walked home, like I was some kind of defenseless child, and it hurts my pride that I have to accept help like this, and sure, I can laugh it off, or maintain that it'll be nice to talk to the boy for a little bit longer. But it really really sucks to have to have someone else help me with as simple a skill as walking from point A to point B, just because I'm small and female. And I hate that I'm too smart to argue them out of it and walk around alone.

So yeah. I try and do the stupid behaviours that the internet and the college advisors and the sweet and well meaning and patronizing professors tell me I should do. I try to keep my head up, and my mind clear, and make my agenda known. I do my damndest to be a good little girl, and skip the parties2 with the drinking and the idiocy and the potential for danger.

But I really wish that I didn't have to feel like being raped was dependent on anything that *I* did or didn't do. I really wish I *could* wear short skirts when I feel like it, or go to Rocky all by my lonesome, or wander for hours under the stars and lights of a sleeping city. I wish I didn't have to check in to anybody at all, not ever. I wish I didn't have to worry, and I really wish that some of these behaviours are so ingrained I don't even realize I'm worrying.

It sucks sometimes to live in an imperfect world.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: There are other reasons for this, too. But I don't trust college kids sober, and I definitely don't trust them drunk.

2: I don't actually get invited to this sort of party. But if I did!


WARNING (again, for people who read their friends list from the bottom on up, like me): This post talks a bunch about rape, and about fear, and about blaming the victim, and behaviours that people should take in order not to get raped, and behaviours that people should take in order to not, you know, rape anyone. If any of that is likely to trigger you, please skip the rest of it.
sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
Every occasionally, I break out my deck of tarot cards for a few days, and start to mess around with them.

I don't particularly believe in an ability to see the future. I wouldn't want to be able to see the future if I could. I like not knowing, because yes, it could be terrible, but yes, there is still hope. Without knowing how terrible it will be, there is always a sense of hope.

I don't know how much I believe in magic. How much I believe that I can attune the deck to myself. I refuse to keep the deck in its box though. I keep the cards wrapped in a piece of sheer black cloth, and I have for several years now. They live under my bed sometimes, and on my desk sometimes, but I can always tell you where. They're not important to me rationally, but every once in a while, I get spiritual, and it's nice to have a physical component to my rituals.

The first thing I did when I started to seriously use the cards was get rid of the instructions. Get rid of the interpretations. Get rid of what other people think the cards mean when you draw them, because the other people have no idea what's going on in my head right now. Using pre-defined concepts limits how I can interpret the cards. It turns it from a ritual to a silly little game --"Oh, I wonder what sort of tall dark stranger will come into my life this week."

I interpret the cards based on myself, and only on myself. I can't read for other people --I tried once, I think, and it got twisted up with my own unconscious. Nor do I let other people read for me. This has to be a purely personal thing1. All the cards get read as if they were drawn right side up -I don't hold for reversals having any specific significance. I shuffle the major and minor arcana together.

Not having set interpretations makes me think about every card. It's a rorschach test --I'm presented with a picture that has nothing to do with me on the surface (Seriously, who has ten swords lying around?) and I have to figure out why the deck gave me that, and what that means to me today. And not having set interpretations means that the deck can use the same cards to tell me different things, depending on who and where I am when I draw from it.

There is some constancy to how I interpret things, of course. Pentacles always tie in with religion, swords are violence or masculinity. Staves are again masculinity, or turn to pencils to represent school. Theoretically, they could also become a message of creativity. Cups are femininity, and sexuality. The major arcana is largely interpreted as it is. I have a standard Rider-Waite deck, and the pictures provide insight as well --eight of swords, five of cups, both are sinister cards for no more reason than the images they show.

I am also not consistent in how I do a reading, though just now I've hit upon a variant I'm rather fond of. I shuffle the deck, sometimes counting how many times I mix the cards, sometimes just letting them become scrambled. Last year I was doing a lot of readings with four or eight cards, oriented to point in four directions. Thirteen is my luckiest of numbers, and I will often pull the top thirteen aside before revealing a card --my newest variant involves doing that five times, then taking the remaining eight cards as a sort of minor reading. Eight is my personal number, I jest that years linked with it are better for me (eighth grade, eighteen, and 2008). And of course, this variant leaves me with thirteen face up cards at the end.

After I've stared long enough, I shuffle the cards back into the deck, and leave it be for a bit. Sometimes I better know who I am, and what I need to do; sometimes I've simply distracted myself for a moment, away from whatever pain made me need the ritual in the first place. I don't do it for answers, I do it for focus, and for stability.

No, this entry doesn't have a proper ending. It's not an essay, it's a collection of thoughts. It's my journal, I can do that if I'd like.

~Sor
MOOP!

1: "Ich Errinere Mich An Weimar" by the World/Inferno Friendship Society. Which is largely not a band that ties into my homebrewed religion, but then again, I have found great power in some of their songs. It fit.
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Just a quick thought:

For a good long while now, I have been thinking in the back of my head about creating an actual difference between the journals [livejournal.com profile] kdsorceress and [livejournal.com profile] sorcyress. The former would continue to be what I use pretty much all my journals for --random life dumping, thoughts, silly questions, quotes, and occasional really good writing, while the latter would be restricted to just what I consider the "good" writing --things like my essays, stories, occasional forays into emo poetry, etc.

The entries on Sorcyress would probably be mirrored on kdsorceress, though not vice versa. It would pretty much be designed to give people a chance to skip all the babbling about my life, so they can cut straight to the things that will hopefully inspire discussion. It would also hopefully guilt me into actually writing more essays, so I could have content over there.

Thoughts?

~Sor
MOOP!
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Assuming we leave on time, I've got a little more than an hour left in this particular part of the world. Sixty six minutes, we can call it.

I am, of course, politely terrified. Because I'm serious when I say that I really truly don't intend to ever LIVE in Columbia again. I'll visit, sure. But not the sort of complete move-in that I've been doing.

Yesterday, I spent the morning wandering around and saying goodbye. I skipped one --the park on the left. I've got the time to go say goodbye now, but I almost like it better like this. As a "see you later." It is, after all, where I grew up. More so than any other spot on the paths system, moreso than my one place that is mine alone, more so than anything else there ever was, that playground has watched me age.

I think it approves of me.

For all the vitriol I spew, Columbia was a really wonderful place to grow up, and it's really all because of the paths. The paths and their woods and the playgrounds. Places to run around, places to sled, places to play silly kid games and silly teenaged games. The tree under which Veronica and I would lie for hours just talking, the swingset of synchronity, the equipment for playing blind tag.

The whole thing is a long long chain of memories. Here is where Chris hugged me close and special, here is where I slipped and fell for capture the flag, here is where Veronica and I dammed the creek, here is where I had a moment of sheer badassary. Here and here and here and there, and dammit, they've captured fifteen years of my memories, I have to have some affection for them.

So, goodbye Columbia. Good luck, take care of yourself. I'd love it if your grew into a place a grown-up could live in, but that's not happening, and honestly, that's okay.

You were, for this child, perfect.

~Sor
MOOP!
sorcyress: A character from a comic about the maintenance workers of the universe, holding a thumbs up and saying "MOOP!" (Zonker-MOOP!)
TODO:

Wash a load of laundry
Put laundry and clothes for this weekend into the child snatching bag
Put Vera and her cord in her laptop bag
Grab Lazarus, a water bottle, and the pocket-things and put them in crates or pockets
Retetris the car so that everything fits, including the child snatching bag and the laptop bag.

None of these things I can do until tomorrow. I'm DONE! FUCK YEAH!

Oh, and one more thing to do:

Drive to Boston. Leave Columbia as even a temporary residence forever. I am on VISITATION RIGHTS ONLY with this gods forsaken paragon of suburbia!

...in 30 hours or so, anyways.

~Sor
MOOP!
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1532:
Managed to cull the hats into the things I actually regularly wear. Even though it breaks my heart to do such a thing, since I do love my hats, quite dearly. Also, I really need to start doing the mom thing more often, and wearing a backwards ball cap --I have two perfectly good ones. (Would have three if I hadn't lost my Sweeney Todd one like an idiot)

At any rate, that's one of the two really hard clothing things done. Next up...shoes, and those don't squish *nearly* as well.

1619:
NO I DID NOT GET DISTRACTED BY ALYS PLAYING EVERQUEST WHATEVER MADE YOU THINK THAT HAHA

1651:
So, a little bit of exploration re: that bacardi commercial I posted has led me to discover the fun that is Matt and Kim. I'm still sitting at three songs --the ones they've got official music videos-- but I like what I hear. Getting my hands on their album is a must; I keep putting on Daylight to clean to, and dancing around like an idiot instead. It's *very* fun.

Also, I mean, they strip down. In the middle of Times Square. In winter. For a Music Video.

What can I say, I'm a little bit of a sucker for girls who don't shave their armpits. Unshaven legs I can take or leave, but please leave the hair under the arms, it is totally lovely.

((yes, I am a little bit of a freak sometimes))

1700
Also, it bugs me when people whine about musicians selling out. If Matt and Kim hadn't sold out by having their music in that commercial, they would have one less fan who enjoys their stuff and would be willing to go see them play live, if they came anywhere near Boston. (Though I am looking for excuses to go to New York...)

Plus, selling out = enough money to eat and make more music that you'll enjoy. Or whine about. Whichever.

(I am not actually a music fan, just a person who listens to music sometimes and likes it.)

1701
RIGHT WORKING RIGHT!

1719
Notetoself: Don't read YouTube comments. duh.

1724
I have a lot of zip ties, and am not really sure why this is. Also, I'm rapidly approaching the point where I need an actual tool bag for myself, fucking *glee!* even if I lost my totally awesome knife damnit damnit

1736
Seriously, making a cohesive list of everything left I had to pack was a really quite clever idea. Well done, Miss Kyress1. NOW DO THE THINGS ON THE LIST!

1738
Notetoself, do a Sorky2 vocab sheet sometime. Need to have on it: Pumpkin Time, some names of mine, Milk Crates, ponies and monkeys, other things I say a lot, fwen. Similar to my acronyms cheat sheet.

1755
RIGHT THAT WAS AN INTERESTING YET POINTLESS DIVERSION. Back to the accounts.

1805
I do not know what is up with my left hand these days. It just insists on baubles --doesn't feel right without three rings and some bracelets, or something equally warped. WHY DO YOU SO WANT FRIVOLS, SELF?

1816
Also, judging by dad's tentative plans, I have less than forty-eight hours left in Maryland. BOOYAH!

1817
Things I need to do during the daylight hours tomorrow: Return Larry's sound equipment, go to the post office and send presents to people. NTS: Make sure I have addresses. Also, bank. Also, at some point I need to order my birthday present for myself.

1822
Hmm, wonder if the package center is hiring. It would certainly ensure that I actually get all my mail when it comes, and not, oh, in mid summer for packages sent in march. *rars at Lesley*.

((Those cookies were still delicious though!))

1840
The beginning of "Board of Governors" from Jekyll and Hyde always sounds a bit like the music from The Weakest Link to me. More cracktastic artists than myself (or at least, more familiar with the J&H secondary characters) would be drawing this. "Henry Jekyll, you are....THE WEAKEST LINK. GOODBYE!"

...Hyde would like it to be know that he doesn't approve.

1843:
..........ohmygods, Henry Jekyll/Herbert West. They can try to out 'scientist' each other. It'll be all delightfully sociopathic and WONDERFUL. Both of them are all like "It's for a good cau-AUG MY LIFE IS BEING RUINED SHIT SHIT!"

Yes, I know there's only like one person out there who'll appreciate this, but whatever. THAT'S REASON ENOUGH TO POST IT!

1848:
......does that make Hyde Dan? Because...no. Not at all. I'd say maybe Hyde corresponds to West, but Hyde's a lot less concerned with results. Arg and damnation.

1907
HA! I SAY HA! TAKE THAT SHOES! YOU ARE NO MORE A PROBLEM!!!

((That's how I know I'm a chick. Seriously, I have way too many shoes to ever be a boy.))

1927
It's always nice when this project looks doable, instead of "oh god oh god"

2004
Iiiii don't want to do the rest of this. Like, at all. Someone come pack for me?

2012
Still left to sort through/deal with: Notebooks?, Blank papers, Presents, Writing stuff, Wearable clothes, Laundry, Props box, Electronics, Business Cards, Pocket Stuff, Desk

Still left to pack: Photos, Weaponry, Jewelry stuff, Jewelry, Buttons, Love letters, Food, Top of Dresser, Legos?

ARGSAUCE!

I should just post this, and have more entertaining bits and pieces later or something.

~Sor
MOOP!

Postscript: Found my diary. Yay!

1: This is totally the Katters' fault, as are many of my names (See: "Sor") The first time I ever heard her pronounce "Sorcyress" she was doing so with a k sound for the c, rather than the s sound I'd been using. It's...a thing that I split names down the middle (also her fault) so I chose to shift the name from Sor Cyress (Pronounced Sigh-ress)to Sor Kyress. (Kai-ress).

2: Pretty much the same as reasons stated above.
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Every once in a while, something will happen in my private life, that I don't feel would be kind to share in the public journal, usually because it involves someone else, but occasionally just because I do have my own life (kinda) and a right to at least a little bit of privacy.

Of course, it being me, I immediately want to get the input of the world at large, for virtually everything that ever happens ever. Breaking up with Blue Canary is a prime example of this --the day it happened, I made a filtered post, to some of the people I was closer to at that point, and I didn't bother to tell anyone else until a few weeks later.

So yes. Something kindof completely unexpectedly sweet and mature and wonderful just happened, and I'm not gonna give you more details than that, nyah nyah. There is a reason I have a cryptic tag on here.

((Man, if you could tag twitter entries though, that would get waaaay more milage than over here. I use twitter as my immediate "THIS IS MY MOOD" all the time, which leads to a lot of crypticness.))

Semirelatedly, I'll never understand why I find it so awesome when people act like sane adults. I was clearly brought up by society to be cynical and emo or something, because it throws me for a loop when I *don't* get abused by the world sometimes. So yay?

*smiles like a ninny*

~Sor
MOOP!
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So, ages ago on the internet, I found this video, and tossed it into my YouTube favourites1.



It's a whole bunch of people dancing to Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie". I like people dancing, and I like this one especially since it's got a nice batch of people, both boy and girl, having fun and, well, dancing!

Later, I found out about the wonderful, *wonderful* "Where the Hell is Matt" video:



Which, again, had lots and lots of different people DANCING. This time, from all over the globe. It makes me smile just about every time, and occasionally makes me all sappy and tear-up. This is because I cry a lot, but also because it's really quite beautiful.

One night while watching television, I was half assedly watching a commercial when my brain went "wait --what?" I promptly rewound (I love living in the future) and affirmed that, yes, this was the most awesome commercial since the Discovery Channel ran its "I Love the World" commercials. It's for Bacardi --Hey booze drinkers, is Bacardi actually awesome, or just really good at advertising?



Wasn't that completely rad? I make no claims whatsoever to the accuracy of any of the dancing, but it's got a nice song, and does a good job of getting the point across, even if it fails dance history forever. ((Notetoself: Point this at Susan sometime))

Lastly, there is this thing called the Brotherhood 2.0. It is a pair of brothers that decided to make a video blog for each other, and send vids back and forth. It is pretty awesome in general, and has attracted a huge following --what they call the Nerdfighters-- who are devoted to decreasing world suck. My friend Ria is one of them, and she's sucked many of the collegefolk into joining as well, at least in a vague sort of way.

Anywho...this is self explanatory:



HAPPY DANCE!

That's all. Have a good day!

~Sor
MOOP!

Arg, footnotefail.

1: My YouTube favourites consist of "everything I might want to watch again sometime". Unless I bookmark a video instead, at which point, eventually I wise up. It's a pretty eclectic mix of videos, since a fair amount of it is music I want to listen to until I get around to buying it, and cartoon bits, and things people have linked me and all manner of nonsense.


EDIT in 2021 to update the links because something went weird with them
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Years go by and now the child is twenty
Though her dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
sorcyress: Picture of a smiling tampon with the phrase "Girls: We're so emo we don't even NEED to cut ourselves" (Emo-period)
Every six months or so, I'll attempt once more to do the Big Paper Sorting Project.

Which, as might be guessed from the name, consists of taking all the papers in my room, sorting them out, and recycling as many as I can bear to part with.

All this really means for this journal is that I start posting weird collections of quotes and one liners and the like --words I want to save, on papers I want to recycle.

No, today is not going to be a big post. I just feel like giving you this:

The Rules:

1) Avoid Stupidity

2) No Wigwams

3) Boys are the stupidest thing to fight over. So are girls. Don't do it.

4) You are the most important person in your life
4a) Your happiness is more important to you than anyone else's

6) No dancing until homework is done
6a) If given the opportunity to shag Randall Munroe, TAKE IT!


Yeah, these are the ones that are pretty much set in stone. I do, in the back of my mind, occasionally mutter about breaking rule three, largely as it's been rule three since...ninth grade? Tenth? Maybe even earlier.

Oh, alright, one more glimpse into my strange and twisted mind:

Stuff I learned this year1

*Grasshoppers2 are *delicious*
*It's okay to cook things from scratch (and awesome)
*Work like a real person
*Bullshit is still the primary component of all essays
*Skirts rule!


~Sor
MOOP!

1: Freshman year of college --Aug2007-May2008
2: Not the bug. The drink.
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I've been fighting off a sense of gloom these past few days, not aided by the fact that I keep being invited to fun stuff on the days where I am working. It really *really* sucks having to work during the day of most weekends. Were it not for that, I would be going to the zoo with a whole heap of the Balticon kids (Sonya, Celes, Aaron, Ian, ee!) and going to Busch Gardens on Saturday with Jannyblue.

*shakes fist at the jo...ooo, a new shiny paychecque!*

~Sor
MOOP!

On biting

Jul. 20th, 2009 12:44 am
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That's twice in the past thirty-six hours that I've wanted to bite someone gently, as a way of indicating "mine"

It's something I've done for a while now. Biting things is how I claim them as my own. CD's, books, comics, art --if I get something new and utterly fantastic, my response is often to bite one of the corners lightly, not even so hard as to mark it. But hard enough.

With people, it's never an exclusive claiming, of course. Even were I *not* poly, it would not be an exclusive claiming --owning people, and the prospect of being owned both frighten me. But sometimes, the affection and the love wells up in such a way that I do feel in some manner possessive. And so my automatic thought is to bite, lightly, and on the shoulder generally.

It's definitely a light and gentle sort of biting. While I can and sometimes do bite to hurt (both myself and others, always *with* consent, thanks) that's a very *very* different sort of biting, for a different sort of situation. Possession bites are not ever meant to hurt, even in a good way. They are my way of saying you are a friend, you are family, you are nakama, you are part of Mine, and at this moment, I feel particularly close to you, whether you realize it or not.

Of course, I have only a very limited subset of the world that I can do that to -casual biting is not really encouraged in formal circles, or even informal ones, and among those I think of as Mine, not all of them are bite-friendly. But maybe I should start again. A subtle little kiss, with teeth, a way to say in actions what I can't always work out in words.



I find it amusing that I already have a tag for this sort of entry...

~Sor
MOOP!
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Stollen for Ria, 'cause it's memetime!

* Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.

* NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.

* They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.

* You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

((My note? Please DO ask questions. A couple of the images are easily misinterpreted, and while I think it would be really really funny to have to answer the question, I really do not feel like telling everyone I know "no, I am not going to be a boy, I am happy being cisgendered female" or whatever. Also, I like comments.))

I should point out that I have roughly gabillions of images on my desktop. These are ten that fit me today. Tomorrow's batch would be completely different, I expect. )

~Sor
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sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Sometimes I make myself laugh --case in point:

9:53:26 PM jere7my: How's you?
9:53:39 PM Sorky: Not bad
9:53:51 PM Sorky: Cleaning room, kinda
9:53:56 PM jere7my: Ooo.
9:53:59 PM Sorky: May be out of energons
9:54:06 PM Sorky: Will have to beat up some cars until I get more

I really really like the concept of beating random machines until they give me energon cubes.

~Sor
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(No, don't worry if you don't know what an energon cube is. It means you probably have an actual life.)
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Unrelatedly, at Origins, I found true love:



Yes, that is a GIGANTIC orange pyramid. Yes, it is fuzzy. Man, can you imagine how awesome it would be to play Icehouse with those things? The regular giant pyramids got nothing...

~Sor
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Photo credit Akchizar, 2009
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
Goddamnit, do I have a tag that says "I have a crush on every boy" yet?

Because I have a crush on every boy.

~Sor
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((Inspired in part by "I love photography, origami, board games, bondage, science fiction, movies, and computers", from a new friend's userinfo. Oh, I do so love boys who are honest about the things they like.))

((Also, sometime I'll write a real post about this.))
sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
Regarding my last post:

Holy unsmurfing shit!

A further reaction will occur once I've read all the responses and other posts, and possibly chat logs or something, and dear *gods*, I did not meant to start an entire inadvertent smurfstorm that ravaged the internet, or at least the parts of it I care about.

...okay, yeah, I kinda did. Or to be perfectly honest, I wrote a post that was particularly emo, and then, after rereading it, I decided that it was worth posting in order to cause dramaincite discussion. Judging by the bits and pieces I've picked up from glancing at comments, it looks like discussion certainly happened.

HOWEVER!

The next days I have without anything whatsoever scheduled are the 21-23 of July. For those not keeping track at home, that is more than three weeks where I am doing things, every fucking day. For those that don't know this about me, that much enforced social is a *really* bad idea.

I'll respond to you guys when I get to it. And yes, I'll do my own response, too.

~Sor
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sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
Women are warm and soft and curvy, and squish in all the right places. They have nice breasts, and hips, and don't have sharp elbows or knees. They take care of their body, and do things to make it look and smell nice.

They know how to cook, and are good at it. They make things from raw ingredients, not from boxes, and know how to go shopping for what they need, and don't even bother with recipes, since it's all so very simple to them anyways.

They sew things. They can both make things from patterns, like costumes and period clothing, or they can modify things that they get from other stores, to make them fit better.

They know what colours look good on them, and what colours match with each other, and what colour belt you should wear with these shoes, and what pattern shirt you should wear with that skirt. They can tell what clothes flatter their figure well, and what clothes won't. They look good in dresses. They own proper underwear, with lace sometimes, that serves just as much as decoration as it does utility.

They wear make-up, often every day. They know how to do it subtle-like, so that no one can tell they're made up, and they know how to do it striking, to emphasize their eyes and cheeks and lips. They can apply lipstick in one go. They know what hues to use for their skin tone. Similarly, they know lots of pretty things to do with their hair, and can pick or choose to match the occasion.

Women follow when they dance. If they're quite good at dancing, they lead sometimes as well, but only with the very inexperienced. They are good at following, and do not try to back lead.

They are flirtatious in appropriate ways. If they are single, they can flirt with strangers out in the big wide world, catch eyes, ask boys for numbers, all that sort of things. If they are hooked, they know how to behave properly as half a couple, know when to kiss their boyfriend, and how to hold him and where hands should be placed.

They do not tell dirty jokes. They may be bawdy in groups of their closest girl friends, discuss vibrators or birth control or very mild kinks, but they wouldn't dare mention masturbation in mixed company, or be vulgar. They are not sexual creatures in public. They may sometimes tease their boyfriends in public, but no one else, and get embarrassed if someone notices.

They are monoamorous, and display cautious amounts of jealousy towards their boyfriend's female friends. They are heterosexual, except for perhaps a few incidents of experimentation in high school or college, and perhaps except for a best friend, with whom wildly over the top, and completely platonic flirtation can occur.

~S/R
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I spent the weekend in New York City with [livejournal.com profile] thorog and his girl, Rose. Insert appropriate They Might Be Giants song here.

We...basically had a sinfully good time of things. Saturday, we arrived and went to Surreal Estate, which is the house/commune [livejournal.com profile] muzikmaker21 and roughly fifty other hippies live in. We got the grand tour, and learned far too many names --I think I picked up that prettyboy is Quin(t?), and I met an adorably charming girl called Meg, an aussie named Hannah, and a different adorably charming girl called Emma, who was totally flattered when I accidentally called her Meg. We also went and got really good pizza from the sustainable pizza place across the street from Surreal Estate, where Nathen works.

Eventually, we wandered off to Times Square, where we stood in an abysmally long TKTS line1 and spent much time debating what show to try and see2. We were this close to going and seeing ROCK OF AGES3, but there was not seats together, so we decided we'd rather sit in the same place, and see Avenue Q.

After TKTS, we hit up Toys R Us, where we acquired a Brenton/[livejournal.com profile] gyrik_224, and bunches of candy. We did not acquire a dinosaur, because it wouldn't fit in my purse, or a stick pony, even though I was tempted. Also, LEGO PIRATES ARE HAPPENING AGAIN! Just so you all know.

Dinner wound up being at a bar a couple blocks up from Times Square (Daltons? I think Daltons) which was good food, very nice to Rose and her pepper-allergy, and did not try to card us when we walked in, which would've resulted in me being kicked out5. So they get points! From there to AveQ, which was fairly enjoyable, and pretty much targeted exactly at the four of us --the girl halfway through her undergrad, the girl in the middle of her graduate degree, the boy just out of college and trying to make a living in the big city, and the boy trying to get a doctorate. Musicals written for twenty-somethings are fun!

Wandered for a while in search of ice cream, settled for Jamba Juice at the Port Authority, at least in part because they had bathrooms. Headed back to Surreal Estate, where we learned that drunk hippies really really like delicious oatmeal chocolate chip cookies6. Tho and Rose did their own thing for a bit, and I went out on one of the roofs with Nathen and Meg to chill. Oh, and in case I haven't made it clear enough yet, Surreal Estate is very *very* awesome. I may go ahead and take my ten day trial period sometime, were I a New York kind of girl. ((They give you ten days before they figure you've moved in, and should therefore pay rent or teach dancing or give backrubs or something. They are a very chill commune.))

We slept. [I am debating this sentence, someone remind me to ask Tho if I can post it.] Sunday morning we woke up, got dressed, and danced salsa and swing in the common room. Eventually, we managed to wander out for bagels, which were delicious, and thrift storing, which was really quite fun --Nathen managed to find a tie that said "viagra" on it repeatedly, and I got a gorgeous summery dress --doubly good, since it was a billion degrees out, and I had previously been wearing black jeans.

We left Surreal Estate and headed to The Strand, where we again met up with Brenton. I'm not entirely sure what happened between 1:30 and 4, but I think it involved a lot of books, and possibly Forbidden Planet. From there, we walked many many blocks to a tiny little macaroon shop Tho had found out about using the power of the INTERNET! and then a pasta shop for dinner, and a quick look around Macys while waiting for the bus home.

Ended out the trip by sitting on the sidewalk in a light rain, chatting and snuggling. Long, overly hot, ride home with some absolutely smashing conversation, and then to bed, to bed.

...or in my case, to Vera, in order to chat with people and make sure none of you has exploded while I was gone.

And that was my weekend! Origins in three days! Aiee, I've got to pack >.<

~Sor
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1: Dear mom, you lied, it's not under the Marriot Marquee anymore. It is in fact, smack in the middle of Times Square
2: NTS: Write "Phantom of Chicago Q...OF AGES!"
3: \m/
4: Okay, yeah, there's a reason I couldn't remember your screenname, Dragon. It is a complicated name, that I'm not totally positive I can pronounce.
5: Not that we ordered any boozahol anyways. But they do sometimes card at the door, and being as I was the only under-21 in the group, it would've been annoying as all hell.
6: Brenton made 'em for us because he's a gentleman or somesuch. They were fekken' delicious, and did not last very long at all.

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