This is the livejournal of Birkentree, or BT. I tend to keep most of my posts under a customised friends filter. So only the people I know read the important stuff.
Feel free to friend me, I've no issues with that. If you have a lj and I know you, I can add you to my filter so you'll see the day to day stuff. Otherwise you get meme's and other random things.
Leave a comment here if you require recognition.
EDIT: Dear-current-friends-of-mine. At no point in time do I recall friending Woody Allen. You're being neurotic. Quittit. If you can see posts that aren't meme's? You're on the damn filter.
I'm staying on LJ. For as long as it keeps on standing. I do have an account on DreamWidth as ProfBear, feel free to add me. There's a lot more of a lively fandom presence on LJ, and its still my main contact point for fic. Reading, writing and plotting. I'm hoping that the Troubles come good. One day we shall talk of these times to our grandchildren. We will tell of where we were and how we coped during these trying times.
Then we shall eat our Soylent Green and tune into FoxBook. Hosted by Chad Michael Murray.
It was him all along. Both times, with the knights and the castle and the freaking dragon. It was him, his own mind trying to tell him something. Oh, Stainless had something to do with it as well. Something about their magic; their inherent Mage-ness and Changeling-ness colliding in the bizarre plot of his own brain to make something different. Still it was him, and Stainless is unlikely to ever let him forget it. ( Collapse )
Break's almost over from Uni. I made it into Honours, cue squealing followed quickly by "OH SHIIII-" due to the realisation that 1. I need to learn the anthropology of religion, as it was only touched on in one subject in three years, and believe me I looked. 2. It's frickin' Honours and I have some writing and reading to do. I can do it, but its still a wee bit intimidating. I also got the supervisor I requested. He's a newer member of the faculty and one of the few that have a clue about anthropology and religion. As I'll be looking at paganism, it's a good start.
I'm employed, by the University. Last semester, I took over the role of the Queer Officer, and that has been turned into an actual goddamn job as a liasion between the Student counselling services and the queer body. This is partly due to the previous Queer Officer being non-existent for the most part. I'm dealing with some irritation from the people around me in the position, and some inept administration which is fast becoming apparent as the status quo. I'm loving the position though. I'm getting to stretch some muscles from youth work and sex education that haven't been whipped out in a while. I'm also going to be banging up against the edges of my role as hard as I can, cos I'll be damned if I walk out of this with "just" a casual job for my Honours year. Help for that is coming from my ultra-smart friends, some of them in the sexual health industry outside of the University. My fiancee is also a genius of self promotion, and he's helping me learn how to present myself in a way that isn't so...erm, brusque.
I do have a habit of aping Granny Weatherwax. The whole "looking at you like you'd better have something smart to say" happens with me. A lot. I also can sound rather short and bossy to other people, which is frankly annoying as all get out when it happens when I'm being friendly.
Yes, I did just say the word "fiance" back there. For those of you who are as it turns out, the last to know, I'm engaged. I wouldn't feel too bad about it though, there are quite a few people in the world and you're not absolutely the last to know. Probably. Happily the only drama from that came in the form of one or two playmates who are now ex. Not because I'm no longer having sex with them. No, the ex is due to the fact their reaction to the news that my cock was no longer entirely free-range was to queen out in a manner best reserved for Mel Gibson or being an actual, y'know, Queen.
In other news, I volunteered with the Australian Sex Party during the Victorian election last year. It was fun, and while the Sex Party doesn't tick every one of my boxes it's still pretty darn close. I'd love it if they were just a little less religion-phobic. The tendency amongst some athiests to equate all faiths to an opressive, misogynistic and sex-negative form of Christianity is, frankly as annoying as a repetitive thrush infection. Its also a tendency that is quite strong in the party. The end result is that I smile patiently at them and wonder if they're ever going to notice the pentacle ring on my hand. I may have to up the ante and see if I can find a nice doorknocker to dangle around my neck. You know, for protection. Ahem.
I'm also writing slash fiction again. I blame two friends in particular for this occurence. There's a rather spectacularly cracked Glee fic siiting around here somewhere. A work in progress for now. There's also a less cracked AU of Hawai'i 5-0 which is happening. Along with approximately a half dozen other Hawai'i 5-0 fics taking shape. It is... disturbing how much I enjoy that show.
My muscles burn as I take off across the park. Eighteen months in a bed will do that for you I suppose; they’re underused but the will is still there. Whatever’s happening sounds like action, and I’ve been itching to hit something since I woke up. Hopefully I’ll even get to make someone or something bleed.
Sure it’s misdirected rage, but right now action, ANY action is preferable to the confusion we’ve been mired in. That’s why I took on the duty to find Stainless’ little bro’s killer. A bad guy to kill makes sense, and I’ve thrown my lot in with Stainless for good or for worse. No one has any satisfactory answers and my people have gone to shit. I need to do something.
I reach for Arcadia, preparing the imago of a weaving of fate in my mind and then stop. The way things have been going magic may be a dumb move. If I ‘dox, I ‘dox large. It may hinder more than help. But, what if this is some kind of crazy faery thing? I’m torn by indecision for about a second as I move. Screw it. We need an edge. To ignore magic is to lose myself, lose the hope of Atlantis-to-come.
Something minor, a ruling of matter on my nightstick. Just enough to tip the world in my favour. As the imago wells up from my soul, that's when it hits me. A thought that’s been bubbling away in the back of my mind since the "What do we think happened" talk in the car.
If Yin is right, then the supernal is present in the Fallen world. Somehow the gap has been breached... If that's right... Then where the hell are the Oracles? Worse, where are the Exarchs?
I'm awake before I know it. Screaming out from the gaping abyss and into my bed, hand on the gun holster behind the mattress. There's a warmth in the bed next to me, a snuffled breathing as Stainless rolls over. I'm still as I can be as my muscles relax, letting my breath find a natural measure. The gum tree by the side window, the humming of the fridge; everything seems normal in the apartment. ( Collapse )
If I haven't banged on about it to you yet? I'm doing so now.
Dan Savage of the Savage Love podcast and advice column of the same name, for all of his faults (Yes Dan, bisexuals do exist) is a passionate advocate for gay rights. He's started a new initiative called It Gets Better.
It Gets Better is a YouTube channel, inviting queer people and their allies to post videos of themselves relating personal stories of how life got better after high school/being a teenager/getting the fuck out of Dodge. The hope is that young queer people, will be able to access these stories and find hope in them. Sometimes knowing that things do get better in time can be enough to keep you holding on for another day, or month, or year.
