Friday, April 15, 2011
Not Ever Safe For Work
So imagine my surprise when I woke up on the morning of April 1st after having dreamt of a man whose entire body was black as a beetle's wing, penetrating me and bringing me to the heights of ecstasy.
I spent a long time trying to figure out how to work that into a blog entry, but I never got around to it. Nor did I find anything appropriate to illustrate it with, so count your blessings.
Some of you may have noticed that I haven't written much of anything all winter.
I was hiding.
From...monsters. And the Internet. From failure, and the spectre of death.
I knew winter would last a little longer around these parts when it was sunny on the day of Imbolc. (Also, the candlestick holding the candle I lit for Brigid that evening shattered. She...she might not like me very much.) I'll hold off on making any psychological allegories about the forces of darkness, because those can be so tiresome. But I've discovered that April - especially April Fools - is a much better time for making new year's resolutions. (I've already forgotten the resolutions I decided on, but I'm much happier about it than usual.) Days are looking brighter. So look forward to seeing a bit more of me this week.