Bonfire dreams in a world of water
This middle in the night insomnia doesn’t come from great ideas, the way it sometimes used to. But this time, it doesn’t seem to be coming from stress and distressing thoughts either. Just from not-being-tired-right-this-second. This is not actually ridiculous, as I did go to bed, exhausted, around 10 pm. Perhaps my body is trying to rearrange to a more napping style of schedule, which is not a hideous thing, though waiting another few months would be more convenient.
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sythyry just walked in here and turned the light off. Qe’d gotten up to pee and noticed the light was on downstairs, but apparently did not notice that I was not in the bed.
I’ve had a sudden strong craving to attend Starwood this year. Part of it is the fact that I’ve just realized it doesn’t technically conflict with Anthrocon this year, like it did the last two. Part of it is the fact that I’m missing connection with the whole wacky end of the pagan thing, and with my covenmates in particular, a few of whom are going. Part of it is probably that I’m afraid of getting really mopey and lonely while![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sythyry is at Welsh camp. Part of it may be that I’m craving easy, casual sexuality and all-around wantoness, mentally and emotionally, and my body seems to need a more massive kick-start on that than I’m able to give it at home. And part of it is that I want to instill Mothra with that kind of massive chaotic magical energy, and that I want to run around in topless in the sun in a big tie-dyed skirt with my belly all painted in the colors of fire. Ten hours drive to a hot, likely wet place to camp, with lots of opportunity for both sensory overload and overheating and where no one in particular is keeping an eye on me, being afraid of the risk of poorly-stored festival foods and not even being allowed to smoke or drink or hang out in the hot tub, is probably not even a vaguely smart idea. I should probably plan to spend some time at Rowe or to attend a smaller, more intimate event like BiCamp, if I really want a taste of that experience this year.
sythyry just walked in here and turned the light off. Qe’d gotten up to pee and noticed the light was on downstairs, but apparently did not notice that I was not in the bed.I’ve had a sudden strong craving to attend Starwood this year. Part of it is the fact that I’ve just realized it doesn’t technically conflict with Anthrocon this year, like it did the last two. Part of it is the fact that I’m missing connection with the whole wacky end of the pagan thing, and with my covenmates in particular, a few of whom are going. Part of it is probably that I’m afraid of getting really mopey and lonely while
sythyry is at Welsh camp. Part of it may be that I’m craving easy, casual sexuality and all-around wantoness, mentally and emotionally, and my body seems to need a more massive kick-start on that than I’m able to give it at home. And part of it is that I want to instill Mothra with that kind of massive chaotic magical energy, and that I want to run around in topless in the sun in a big tie-dyed skirt with my belly all painted in the colors of fire. Ten hours drive to a hot, likely wet place to camp, with lots of opportunity for both sensory overload and overheating and where no one in particular is keeping an eye on me, being afraid of the risk of poorly-stored festival foods and not even being allowed to smoke or drink or hang out in the hot tub, is probably not even a vaguely smart idea. I should probably plan to spend some time at Rowe or to attend a smaller, more intimate event like BiCamp, if I really want a taste of that experience this year.
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With you and Bard around, Mothra's guaranteed to have a lot of body-acceptance, sex-acceptance, and just plain old acceptance.
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Of course, the way humans work, maybe it means that Mothra will rebel and adopt a Victorian attitude towards sexuality. O.O
(hope not! :)
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There's nekkid swimming and hearing the words of Dead Poets and singing folksongs by a fire and eating scrumptious potluck and hanging out with way-neat mellow Bisexuals like me and
Only a matter of weeks 'til BiCamp '03! Hallelujah!
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My sister's girlfriend introduced me to this artist's work--he does some seriously warped stuff; one set of images is called "Bunnies and Bees". The pic of the girl with the bee-tv belly somehow reminded me of you.