Doctor Fluffbun, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love Being a Fascist Meanie Poo Poo Head

I used to be a fluffbunny. I was; I was Doctor Fluffbun, PhD in FluffyBunniness. I fully admit that I used to cling to wilful ignorance; I used to refuse to learn anything real, because it hurt my feelings to have my beliefs challenged. It’s not a comfortable thing to admit to. It’s not enjoyable …

Home from Neverland

I got home from Pirates and Faeries late Monday evening. I’m still in recovery mode. I also talked about my Cill shift over the weekend at Milk, Honey, and Fire, and about worshipping at the temple* over at Seafoam and Vanilla. *I mean sex. I’m talking about having sex in Aphrodite’s Temple. Just, you know, …

The Looooorrreeeeeee (or, how there’s no goddamn dichotomy between pop-culture paganism and people who are ~*~serious~*~ about religion)

Fair warning: this post contains quite a bit more swearing than I usually let rip on this blog. Also, one animated gif, at the end. Ok, seriously guys. Can we stop? Can we please just fucking stop? There is no dichotomy between people who utilize pop culture philosophies, ideas, characters into their religion and people …