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I've started deleting people from my friends list who:
haven't friended me back (with one or two exceptions)
haven't posted anything in years
haven't had any real interaction with me in a while.
This will be a gradual process rather than a mass cull (!) but I feel a need to tidy up some loose ends.
If I've removed you and you'd rather I hadn't, PM me or comment here and I'll probably add you back :)

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Spirit Day

Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honour of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes or at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.

RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)

REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.

My addition to this - a Livejournal friend pointed out that as she wears purple much of the time, people aren't going to notice and ask why she's wearing it unless she wears something unusual  - which defeats the object of spreading awareness. That also applies to me, so I shall be wearing something purple and out-of-the-ordinary - purple hair, maybe, or a big purple flower.


Farewell, Michael Foot

One of the 'old guard' of the Labour party, before they started getting wishy-washy and middle class.  I liked and respected the man, and am sorry to hear of his death, though he had, as they say, a 'good innings' - 96 isn't a bad age.



I've at last got round to listing some of my jewellery on Etsy.

I intend to get the rest of the items I have available listed by the weekend, or early next week at the latest.  If I seem to be slacking, a nudge or two would be much appreciated.


*bursts into song*

On the twelfth day of Christmas, kairon13 sent to me...
Twelve masks painting
Eleven poets writing
Ten cats a-drawing
Nine atcs bookcrossing
Eight rhinoceroses a-glamourbombing
Seven bubbles a-reading
Six gods a-freethinking
Five bo-o-o-ooks
Four wings
Three shiny things
Two tiny things
...and a knowledge in a classical mythology.
Get your own Twelve Days:


Getting my resolutions in early

In 2009, kairon13 resolves to...
Ask my boss for a surrealism.
Start a meditation fund.
Take evening classes in glitter.
Admit my true feelings to diamondlucy.
Stop bookcrossing with irascignavojo.
Drink four glasses of censorship every day.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:


I has an Etsy!



I need to give it a cool name though - any suggestions?

Dragons live for ever...

Farewell, Mary Travers.  Journey on the wings of dragons.

Yay! for Ben and Jerry's!

To celebrate the legalisation of same-sex marriage in Vermont, they've renamed their Tubby Hubby ice-cream in their Vermont stores for the month of September.



Oh, and

I've made a few errors in the transcription, which I can't correct because you can only transcribe someone else's voice post once, I've discovered.  So if anyone else would like to tidy it up I'd appreciate it.


For those who are on Bookczuk's friends list, you'll probably have heard her voice post by now.
If you haven't, or if you're not on her list, I'll just let you know that two close members of her family are very much in need of prayers and vibes - whatever you can send.
I've created a candle group at Gratefulness.org for those who want to light a virtual candle for them.

Fun with words


Jun. 18th, 2009

Open mic went really well, tired, a Bit tipsy. Going to bed, will updare tomorrow.

This be the verse...

The best of me is a bestiary

You say ‘beast’ like it’s a bad thing,
An epithet for screaming headlines:
“Beast Attacks Women”, “Cage These Beasts Now”.

But I celebrate the beast in me –
The best of me is a bestiary.

I celebrate the boneless cat-stretch, unashamed and sensual –
Stroke me right and I purr.

I celebrate the magpie lust for glitter
(Oooh, shiny!) –
I bring you pearls and crystals for your nest.

The best of me is a bestiary

I celebrate my inner squirrel
Hoarding provisions against a harsh winter.

I celebrate the butterfly flitting without clear direction,
Moving from brightness to brightness.

The best of me is a bestiary.

I celebrate my tiger fierceness –
Provoke me and my claws unsheathe.

I celebrate the sisterhood of the elephant -
A vast, slow loyalty.

The best of me is a bestiary.

I celebrate (often) the sloth.

I even celebrate the cockroach,
Stubborn, uncrushable.

The best of me is a bestiary.

And I celebrate the unicorn, the dragon, the chimaera,
The magical, the fantastical –
These beasts are in me too.
I celebrate
The phoenix rising from my own ashes.


I have butterflies in my stomach

I am going to my first poetry open mic evening in about 7 hours.  I am intending (if my bottle doesn't go) to read a newly-written poem, plus an older one if I have time.
And I'm beginning to think "Why the **** did I say I'd do this?"

Confident performance vibes would be much appreciated.

The Queen of Beads and Bubble-blowing

The queen of beads and blowing bubbles
Stands in St Anne's Square sharing her shiny spheres;
In her jackets and jewels of purple splendour
She blows light airy bubbles that banish tears.

Yet I know fragments and elements of her life,
The findings that led only to pains and losses,
broken and lost beads,
The illnesses, the unkindnesses, the polluted bubbles,
Even betrayals and hatreds that she suffered.
Hatred isn't black, that's racist shite,
Black is sensuous, black gleams bright -
hatred is colourless, unimaginative, dull.
The thud of blunt clubs at a baby seal cull.

Yet she hasn't become dull and bitter, nor lost her glitter -
Has smiles for strangers, and carries spare bubble tubs
for any who want a go, to ease their troubles, their rubs.
When she was going to see Leonard Cohen
She took me; gave me a pocket goddess,
Made me a bracelet of sea-blue style success.

She has come through shining brightly
The queen of beads and bubble blowing
the bubbles like giggling schoolgirl gaggles
wherever they are going,
With laughing hope and loving beauty
By the stone spheres and war memorial
of St Anne's Square.

Cathy Bryant

Reproduced by kind permission of the delightful poet. Please visit her website :
http://cathybryant.co.uk (That Inking Feeling)
and leave lovely comments :)


I like this so I'll steal it.

'Suffering for your beliefs is called "principle". Making other people suffer because of your beliefs is called "being a jerk"'

(Seen in a comment in 'Ship of Fools' in this thread)