WOO-HOO!

Love That Lovecraft: Part Two is up!


In other very exciting news... I have a date for breast reduction surgery: July 24. I've basically been counting all the things I'll be able to do in a month... go bra shopping at more than ONE store, buy an actual sports bra that might WORK, jog, do yoga without occasionally suffocating myself, do dance moves that require your arm go across your chest smoothly, find shirts that fit, be able to do up my own corsets because I can actually SEE the hooks, see my fucking feet when I look down, sleep in different positions without pain, not look like a drinky-bird at my desk because I'm constantly dipping forward, not want to bitchslap people who say 'going braless is better for you' quite as hard, have pasties that don't double as small hats...

Am I scared of surgery? Fuck yes! Will it probably scar? Fuck yes! Do I give a shit about either of these things? FUCK NO. Hell, if scars super bad I'll tattoo the mothers.

Growing Up Gawthic

Fallen a bit behind on the blogging lately, but not for lack of things to talk about!

First and foremost... Stripped, Scared and Sacred is back. Love That Lovecraft! (Part One.) The sound quality of the podcast is much improved, as we went and got a decent microphone. Part Two of the Lovecraft extravaganza will be up soon, and features Andrew Harron and David Quast, both of who were in the recent production of An Evening With Professor Byron Price.

Also soon to be featured on the podcast... Tristan Risk! We talk a little about her role in American Mary but mostly we discuss growing up spooky. Keep an eye out for those upcoming guests!

I think I might actually be from Innsmouth.

I dunno, there's something about standing on the beach at night.

The Innsmouth Familiar

I decided to buy a fish.

His name is Henry. Why?

This is why.

(Hey, you know who else loves apples...? Damn right.)

H is for Home

This post for the Pagan Blog Project.

I don't know if it's because I'm a Libra, or because of how my mother brought us up, but how my home looks is very important to me.

That's not to say I need fancy furniture or Oriental rugs - although nice furniture is a bonus - but I need my home to feel just like that: a home. I need it to feel safe and welcoming, not just for me but for any guests I may have. I strive to keep everything tidy on a physical and magical level, and to fill my space with things that create a comfortable atmosphere even if there is witchy shit in every corner.

As I write this, a warm storm has picked up outside. It's raining, and the wind is pushing my wooden blinds away from the windows. Inside, I am surrounded by candlelight; I smell beeswax and faint sandlewood.

It's good to be home.

The Book of the Dead

The Necronomicon.

The Innsmouth Look.

Show pictures to come - hopefully soon.

May Day!

Oh hai, neglected blog! Where have I been? Why, helping with An Evening With Professor Byron Price, mostly.

Tonight I have finished making the Necronomicon and Professor Byron's burnt journal. I'm about to finish the travelling medicine case, and I've already cut Voodoo's possession song. (Which is this, if you were curious.)

I am on a motherfuckin roll. Pictures to come.