My Name Is, playful atheism, and ukuleles

Kind readers,

it’s a bright, beautiful autumn day here, and everything is tranquil. I’d been in need of tranquility and recuperation.

I’m still having a fantastic amount of fun playing the ukulele, so much so that I got a second one, and I’ve been taking classes. Won’t this uke look great with my Pee-wee suit and red bow tie? I’d really love to be able to busk a little next summer…

I’ve also pretty much finished revamping my writing refuge, and it’s all toys and colors and joy. I still have many, many Professor Snape collectibles, because Professor Snape is ♥, as well as jars and curiosities (especially in my potions cabinet, as I call it), but I’ve diversified, let’s say. My work/rest cocoon has become the ultimate toy room and happy place.

New carpet, even! I love it.

I’ll be taking a crapload of new photos for you soon.

In other news, I got a nice new mug yesterday so I can celebrate the fact that I’m a godless heathen all year round. Because apparently, if you don’t have a snowflake on your festive mug, it’s an all-out war on the One True Religion, goddammit.

As I wrote on Twitter, nothing says love thy neighbour like forcing people to say Merry Christmas, “for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

I plan to drink from that mug when I’m working on Atheist Tiki Hour: Your Guide to a Secular Blast.

And speaking of godly godliness™, the other day I saw an article that gave me yet another reason to be glad I left the Orthodox circus behind years ago. There’s an All-Pure internet out there now, for all your “we’re on the correct side” needs: “only information that religious leaders decide does not ‘disturb believers’ feelings’ will be accessible”! No gay “propaganda” or any of the nasty stuff that has anything to do with, say, rationality and freedom. Step right up for “correct values,” e.g. “traditional morality” and “nationalism”.

My feelings can be resumed as follows:

And like this:

I discussed why I left the Orthodox Church and Christianity (and woo in general) in There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard. I’ll be expanding on this in Atheist Tiki Hour.

It was more like escaping than leaving, really.

I’ve never felt happier, freer, more content, more grateful, more whole, than I do now.

When I go to cafés to work on Tiki Hour, I’ll put my pens and notebooks in this bag, which sums it all up:

And I’ll scribble with this, one of my favorite pens.

You can now find me on Tsu, too. Because Facebook sucks and they will never be my identity overlords.

My name is Logospilgrim. My friends call me Logos. Or “professor” as a term of endearment basically.

Many years ago, that name had religious connotations, but I kept the words and gave them new definitions, secular meanings.

Logos: Greek lógos—a word, saying, speech, discourse, thought, proportion, ratio, reckoning, akin to légein to choose, gather, recount, tell over, speak.

I am one who speaks, who communicates.

Pilgrim: any wayfarer; a traveler, especially on foot. A wanderer, one who journeys.

In many ways, these two words sum up my life. But I also like the way these words look and sound. It’s my name. These days, I don’t even think of it as requiring any kind of deep meaning… I’ve chosen it, I just like it, and that’s it.

Logospilgrim, or Logos Pilgrim, is my chosen name. I don’t have to justify this any more than I have to justify my gender identity or asexuality. Those who respect me respect my name and address me by that name. My chosen name is linked to matters that center around identity, gender, personal history and evolution. It’s not “less real” than or somehow not as “authentic” as my legal name, which to me is about equivalent to a social security number. My so-called legal name is a bureaucratic technicality.

You like your legal name? Great! That’s fine; good for you! I don’t care for mine.

It exasperates me when I’m asked why I use a name I’ve chosen and not my “real” name. Who asks Bono why he calls himself Bono? Or Moby? “Bono? What’s Bono? Why Bono?” As if that sort of choice is reserved for the rich and famous; then it isn’t “suspect,” because only people like that have the privilege of calling themselves what they want. Only people like that can differ from the norm.

Nope.

My name is Logospilgrim.

And now, how about a bacon and egg pen? Sunny side up!

I hope you’re having a fabulous week, and that your life is filled with as much joy as possible 🙂 I’ll be keeping everyone up on my Tiki Hour progress!

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

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2 thoughts on “My Name Is, playful atheism, and ukuleles

  1. You are awesome. ❤ I've been following you a long time (sometime in the early '00s!), so I've been along for much of your long journey. Thank you for sharing it with us. It's been interesting, enlightening, empowering, and fun. I really look forward to hearing where it takes you next!

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    • Why, thank you so much! I can’t begin to tell you how much your kind and supportive words mean to me. You’re awesome too, and thank you from the bottom of my heart for having been with me all this time! There will be more fun and empowering adventures ahead 🙂

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