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I grew up in a Christian home. My mom was raised Pentecostal, my father a Lutheran. My brother and I were raised Presbyterian. I loved the church I grew up in. Classes were very organized, services were beautiful (though I would usually draw during them), the camps that they had were amazing. University Presbyterian did a very good job of walking the line between entertaining and educating.

My love of my childhood church would not last.

When I was still a child I received a care package from one of my God Mothers, in it were a few items she thought a Christian girl should have. The most important item Admiral Hazard sent me was a prayer, a prayer to Jesus decorated with the Heart of Christ. This prayer has followed me my life, I am looking at it as I type this. It usually hangs above my bed, I do not prayer it daily, it does however remind me to prayer as I get into bed each night. This care package made me realize their was more to Christianity than how I was raised, it was because of this package that I first felt I should join a religious order.

My love of the prayer has never decreased, only increased.

There was a children's program I saw while I had pertussis, it had a live action of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I fell in love with her that day. I knew I was not a Catholic, I was a Presbyterian, however I knew that she would be important to me my whole life.

My love of Our Lady was odd for a Presbyterian, and that has lasted through everything.

Stuff and Things Things and Stuff

It has been two years since my last confession, I mean post. Not a lot has changed, at the same time almost everything has changed.

Job Stuffs
Still unemployed. Still making jewelry. Doing volunteer work and taking online classes to keep my skills up. I now work with DVR and IKRON to help me get a job. I am also dealing with multiple temp agencies to try and get back into the working world.

Religious stuffs
Because of the lack of job stuffs I put my calling to be a nun on hold. Recently I took a step toward dealing with it. Not by moving forward with the application to be a nun, but with a move toward becoming a Companion to the Anamcara Fellowship. I need to write two things, both are more complicated for me to write than a report on chemistry (my weakest subject). I need to write a brief spiritual autobiography, writing about others is easier than writing about me. I need to write a brief reflection on a book on Celtic Spirituality, with it being so close to my heart I find even the idea of keeping it brief hard.

Dating stuffs
Wibbly wobbly datey watey. I have moved this toward the front burner, however it is still very weird and confusing. All I want is a geek that wants a family, and accepts all the weird sides of me, the extreme religious faith, the extreme science head, the extreme liberal mind, the extreme geek heart

Geek Stuffs

I am currently not doing much gaming, as the group I was in fell apart.  We were cats and cats are hard to herd.  I am looking for a new group, however the Aspergers makes joining a completely new group terrifying, and as I am doing so elsewhere in my world I do not want to do it here yet.  Though I have created the basics for three different Star Wars and a couple of Fallout campaigns.  When things settle a bit more I will see about forming a group for a campaign.
This past weekend I did have a board gaming thing at the house, it went rather well.  Although the fact that I prefer to host and not play did not go over great ...  I do plan on doing another gaming day before too long.

Seattle Pride Parade is Heart Crushing

I know it has been awhile.  I imagine that if you have read any other post from me you find the subject odd, as I am clearly pro-equality in every way.  The explanation of the subject might crush your heart too, so be careful.

I was in the Episcopal contingent of Seattle's Pride Parade.  I thought it would be good for me, and good for people to see so many Christians showing Gods love, and while that is true there was so much more.

Parking was horrible, I drove for about 40 minutes before finding a spot, far from the beginning of the parade, which was nearly two blocks closer than were our contingent.  I ran the two miles, much through the 'obstacle course' of people watching the parade, and people trying to get to the parade.  I got together with my group with more than enough time, and ended up talking with people in the groups around (mostly trying to get a black sharpie, the Rocky Horror group behind us tried hard to find me one).

When our part in the parade started I was ready to smile, wave, and show Gods love.  We passed the ROTC contingent waiting for their turn, they applauded us, and a few saluted.  A great way to start, I thought.

As we marched we got applause from the watchers, and thank yous.  The second person I heard thank us, was in pain.  Not in pain on a physical level, but something much deeper.  I had to fight crying.  I looked in his eyes and saw pain in this man.  He was fighting tears as he told me 'thank you'.  You could see that he had been hurt by churches or at least Christians.  You could see in his eyes too the joy of seeing people with the same title saying 'God loves you'.  The pain looked fresh, seeing us, seeing love being given were he had been given pain, was reopening his pain.  This sudden  pain shook my core.  I kept marching trying to work through the pain I saw in him, trying to not lose myself in the pain he shared with me in that look.

We got many others who thanked us, and many who cheered.  Any future people who thanked me, with tears in their eyes were given a big hug, high fives and blown kisses were given to those who thanked with only joy and happiness in their eyes.  Waves were given to those that cheered.  Hugs were also given to those with "FREE HUGS" signs, and I am seriously considering having one for myself for next year.

As we got to the end we passed the colour guard, boy scouts with their banner still in hands, they and their troop leader saluted us, and their troop leader thanked us for being there.  So we started and ended with happiness and salutes.

Every person who showed the pain that Christians had caused hurt my soul, crushed my heart, and made me want to curl up in a ball and cry with them.  We could not fix those people.  But we could tell them that those who tried to tell them they were broken when they were perfect were wrong.  We told them they were loved, by God, and by us, as they were made whether they were heterosexual, homosexual, anywhere in between, gorgeous queens stuck in male bodies, or dudes stuck in female forms.

I talked to a god-sister, told her how I felt, the pain that I felt looking into the eyes of so many there.  She told me that it was people like me that helped her make it, so while the pain I saw today has become a part of me I will never stop doing it, there may be another out there like her that needs to see someone like me, and I do not want to fail them.

My tab is no good for my style of blogging

It is good for long talking posts,  fine for one pic,  video, etc.   I am be posting singular things, purely because I feel like I am ignoring my talking space.   But until the laptop gets fixed all I have is Sheryl (yes I named my tab).

My laptop fan is dead

So here is a gift from me, my sleepi puppi ... in a pile of stuffed animals

All the Doctor Who yesterday got me thinking

I think he may have influenced what I like in a guy:

Wise like 1
Playfully musical like 2
Authoritative like 3
Quirky like 4
Sensitive like 5
Loves animals like 6
Has a dark side like 7
Have a carpe diem attitude, like 8
Willing to do anything for what he cares about, like the War Doctor
Can dress down and still look classy, like 9
Can pull off a suit, while keeping it playful (eg sand shoes) like 10
Can tie a bow tie, like 11

Upon this realization I got very excited about meeting 12, to see what gets added to my list

Been gone, will be back

I had planned on getting some posts scheduled for yesterday while I was off gaming and drinking and such, clearly I failed in that plan. I considered doing some scheduling to last until I get back from church tomorrow, but frak it I am tired.

I will be back, and post an excessive geek, Christian, Equality, and Free-Thinking images, quotes, etc, at some point in the afternoon. In the future I will consider doing the scheduling before the 8 hour board gaming day.

For now

Good Night all

Malibu Muffins

1 stick unsalted butter, soft
¾ cup sugar
2 eggs
½ cup canned coconut milk
¼ cup Malibu Rum
1 cup coconut flakes
1 ¼ cups plain flour
1 ½ tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
¾ cup canned pineapple cubes

Combine butter and sugar into a large bowl and mix with a wooden spoon or spatula.
Mix in eggs, one at a time, followed by the coconut milk and Malibu Rum.
Finally add the coconut flakes, flour, baking powder, baking soda and pineapple cubes – ensure that the mixture is well incorporated.
Pour into lined muffin tins and sprinkle with some extra coconut flakes.
Bake at 375F for 25 minutes (until the tops of the muffins are browned).
Cool on a wire rack.

I love the Oatmeal

For so many reasons, but on this day of family sucks, were is more booze I love his take on Thanksgiving

A bit about me

I love Sexplanations.  Dr Doe has gotten me to think about my sexuality from multiple points of view.

I will now have a quick discussion on my attractions.  I call myself pansexual, because I find so very many different sexualities attractive, but that really does not describe me well, like at all.  I have joked that I am Pansexual and Asexual, and while that is closer to were I am it just confuses.  I am attracted to different things it different ways, and with different leanings.

Intellectually
Intellectually I am Pansexual.  A persons biology and social gender definitions do not play a role in whether I am intellectually attracted to them.  Boobs and vag have nothing to do with the brain, neither does circumcision or intact.

Emotionally
Emotionally I lean straight.  I am mostly attracted to metrosexual men, and, well, gay men.  I know, I know, gay men will never find my sexually attractive, but I do not care, I am not wanting to fuck them, I just emotionally find them a really great fit for me.

I do not find women emotionally attractive, dyke, butch, femme, none of these are commonly good fits for me.  That is not to say that there is not some woman who is a perfect fit for me emotionally, I am sure there is, likely a good number of them.  I have only met one, and so I say lean straight, at least in this one respect.

Physically
I am totally Pansexual here, well, Captain Jack type of Pan.  I find all different things physically attractive.  Boobs are awesome, I love boobs.  Penises look, well, icky, as do vaginae.  Amusingly enough I think foreskin and large labias are hot, I cannot explain it, I just do.

Sexually
And now it is time for the Asexual part.  It is only a part of attraction, but it is the part most people connect with, sex.  I am not against sex, I just am not interested in it, at all.  If I were dealing with someone that wanted to have sex with me, and I felt I was getting something I wanted from the deal, I would not say no, but as I have not found someone who does not want the sexual to be in the forefront of a relationship, and am not interested in a friend with benefits relationship ...

That is not to say I do not find pleasure in orgasms, I do, I just do not feel the slight bit interested in forming a relationship around it, or, well, having physical intimacy with anyone.  The only way I do things with others involves mutual masturbation.

I find anything sexual with someone else to be about bringing enjoyment to the other person, and not sex.  I am, at this point, rather confused that so many people need sex to get enjoyment, and that just causes issues for even starting a relationship ...

Conclusion
I am me.  Words are good for both clarification, and confusion.

I love Sexplanations, and am so glad that watching has gotten me to feel less weird about my weirdness.  Sexplanations on Subbable, if I had any actual money I would totally give money, doing my part to help myself, and others, always a good thing.

Officially joining St Marks Episcopal in Seattle in a few hours

I get to try and explain how I am not Catholic or Protestant, but both Catholic and Protestant for the rest of my life

I could not be happier

Mizpah

The deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death

I went to see a friends band last week.  All the groups playing were great, but every single band had some point during their set that multiple people were messing with their phone, not taking pictures/videos, but posting on FB, or messaging people.  I wanted to punch people.  If you want to be online stay home, if you want to be out with people, put down the damned phone.

I have been away from my computer

Apparently that caused a panic for some of you.  Got 15 emails from people I have never met, worried about me.  It was nice to see people cared.

Been fine, just not online.

Sophrosyne

A healthy state of mind, characterized by self-control, moderation, and a deep awareness of one's true self, and resulting in true happiness

Time for another personal post

I have never hidden my sexuality, and other ... entertainment from anyone except my parents, so me posting more now should really not be a surprise.

I have started getting more social recently, sometimes in sexually open places, but still have not had sex again.  I did however cuddle, well fail at cuddling, at a sex club.

Smoking cigarettes is bad, smoking pot, not so much.  Being a complete pot head is bad.  I went from the extreme of pot head to not touching it at all.  Now I am back, but the high CBD type for pain, and a pinch of THC when being sociable.

I had stopped masturbating as much, feeling I had gotten to the point where I needed it multiple times a day. Some good things had happened, ok, not really, I no longer feel the need to masturbate, but otherwise I had not noticed anything.  Then last night happened.  I entertained myself, I slept amazingly well, my pains have lessened.

My first try of alcohol was a sip of something my mom was drinking.  My first buzz was when my and my dads Hot chocolates got confused.  My enjoyment for booze has never gone away, even when I did stupid things like drinking around people that are not are safe, or this past New Years Eve when I drank heavily on an empty stomach.  I did however learn some important rules for myself and alcohol intake.

I had become obsessed with quite a few things.  None of them were bad, in moderation, but I was doing them more than is healthy.  Addiction runs in my family, I have kept myself from any real addiction (other than cigarettes) because of the fear of being an addict, more recently seeing my sister (full blown pill addict), and my niece (who has been clean for a little more than a year).

Life is a balancing act
Sometimes I forget that
Sometimes I just fail at it
But I get up the next morning ready to try again

Silence is better than lies

When the axe came into the woods, many of the trees said "At least the handle is one of us"

You are a ghost driving a meat coated skeleton made from stardust

What do you have to be scared of?

It is easy to take off your clothes and have sex;

People do it all the time,

But opening up your soul to someone,

Letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, and dreams

That is truly being naked

Think left think right and think low and think high

Oh, the things you can think up if only you try

Do not fear death

Fear an unlived life

The more that you read

The more things you will know

The more that you learn

The more places you'll go

You cannot hang out with negative people

But

Expect to live a positive life

The truth is still the truth

Even if no one believes it

A lie is still a lie

Even if everyone believes it

I do not flirt

I just seduce with my awesome awkwardness

A wise man never knows all

Only a fool knows everything