happy art, happy me

So… August. Incredible, isn’t it?

Mr P is still home, and I don’t want us going anywhere, unless absolutely necessary (hardly ever), until there’s a vaccine.

I won’t be able to roll my sleeve up my arm fast enough, I can tell you that. Right now, the mere notion of leaving the house is unbearable to me. Mr P being here, medicinal oils and herbs, and staying home, this is what has enabled me to keep it more or less together.

PTSD is… manageable (see “not going anywhere” above), though my voice is definitely never going to come back after all this (and everything else that happened before all this); the vocal cord dysfunction is no doubt permanent. Lately, I’ve been sleeping a little better, so there’s that.

Art. My joy has been art.

After picking up my pencils and colored pens and so on, trying this and that, doing various tests, I hit on what really worked for me: canvas, miniature art, alcohol ink backgrounds, and water-based brush markers for the rest, with three coats of Krylon archival spray varnish sealing it nicely. I do plan on doing illustrations on paper too, with colored pencils and fine liners. What I’ve been creating on canvas, however, is my favorite art method for sure.

After I drew that little Crooked House piece, that’s when I realized that tiny art, miniature dream interiors, was My Thing. I spent years drawing things like that, many moons ago, and it all came flowing back. It left me both surprised and utterly delighted.

And it all came together when I did Burger Diner, 8X10.

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That’s when my Happiness Index went through the roof. If someone had told me six months ago that I’d be doing this sort of thing again, if they’d showed me this art and told me “you did it,” I don’t think I would have believed them. Yet, here we are.

Then I did Magical Toadstool, 8X10.

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Right now, I’m working on Hot Chocolate, 11X14 (detail).

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The other tool I’ve been using when creating this art: 2.5 reading glasses.

An 8X10 takes me roughly 24 hours to complete. When I put an original piece up for sale, an 8X10 will be 230 dollars.

Burger Diner and Magical Toadstool will not be up for sale, but beautiful prints, journals, stickers, magnets, bags, and so on, are now available in my brand new Redbubble shop, and I’ve already had my first sales. This project has made me extremely happy. That people want my whimsical art in their homes is an incredible feeling. All I want to do now is fill up my shop with images of magical miniature dream worlds. I already have the outline of Root Beer Malt Shop, and a Halloween-esque happy haunted house, on canvas. I can barely keep up with the ideas flowing from my head.

And the thing is, I’m much more comfortable sharing my art, talking about my art, and showcasing my art, than I ever was doing the same with my books. I’m much happier drawing these tiny worlds. I’m glad I wrote books like Rascal and Masterful, but I feel like I’m done with that part of my life. When I think of books now, it’s more along the lines of books of illustrations with commentary. But mostly I think in terms of canvas.

Once the world goes back to normal (don’t give me this “new normal” crap), I can envision myself having a small setup at local markets, art happenings…

Art, my Patreon and Redbubble, and eventually local avenues, this is my focus.

After I finish a piece, I’ll add it to my shop. I set up my tripod and take a high resolution photograph in natural light; it works very well. It’s not the original, but it’s the next best thing.

Look at how happy my miniature worlds look on a tote bag (and as you know, I have a Big Thing for bags):

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It also makes a lovely poster:

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And here’s Burger Diner on a cozy and snug pillow:

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Or on a hardcover journal:

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Lots of fun and pretty things on Redbubble, cards, backpacks, blankets… Much more to come! I can’t wait to sink my teeth in various 70s Holiday Extravaganza themed miniature worlds that radiate happiness all year round. My art will center around food themes, holiday themes (Halloween! Xmas! Valentine! Eggster!), spooky themes, picnic baskets and corner stores and rainbow layer cakes and so on and on… Worlds that people can gleefully lose themselves in, comforting, secret worlds filled with color and details details details…

My Patreon members know about it all first, they see countless pictures of works-in-progress, and they’ll have access to original works first, to limited edition, signed and numbered prints… And I write there more than anywhere else nowadays, apart from my journals.

As much as this worldwide garbage fire has sucked, at least it got me back into art, the kind of art that gave me so much pleasure years ago, and gives me even more pleasure now.

So that’s what’s been happening.

And now I’m going to eat and relax. I’ve been watching a lot of silly shows every day.

Deep gratitude to everyone who appreciates original art, independent artists, and creators. That’s the kind of individuals I myself am supporting, more than ever, as opposed to trawling billionaire entities that already have all the funds they could ever need (and it still isn’t enough for them).

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July 2020

Here we are in July, and the situation is pretty much unchanged around here. Mr P is still home, and we almost never leave the house. Things have improved in my neck of the woods, but the blithering idiocy of some particularly brainless, disease-spewing humans continues to be rampant in most places—and it’s never been more blatantly, spectacularly obvious as it is now. So my desire to be anywhere save my personal haven has never been lower. I do look forward to the days when Mr P and I can search for 70s treasures at flea markets again, but that won’t happen until next summer at least.

For a while, I watched the local news to see how everything was going—any improvement?—but then I put a total stop to it since even the more sedate local news are about 10% actual information, and the rest is toxic, fictive speculation on repeat that does little more than wear one down. Who needs this? You can tell that every now and then, they wonder what novel problem (and usually imaginary at best, but always POTENTIALLY WORRISOME) they can throw in there, for variety… And then, when they broadcast the real idiocy of teeming clumps worldwide, it’s enough to make one mad.

I can’t wait until the first vaccine becomes available, and the media can pointlessly drone on about whatever crisis they latch onto next. “Everything is bad, and the worst is yet to come” is their entire raison d’être. You know, mixed in with the occasional “cute animal story” and “let’s treat evidently psychopathic, drooling imbeciles as though they aren’t” interludes.

I’ve been feeling steadily better since I went on my news blackout. And drawing/painting more.

What I wrote about in Masterful is, more than ever, my sulphuric modus operandi.

Masks are here to stay for me, even after we’re on the other side of this crap. During flu season especially. At any rate, my throat is always sore in the winter due to the cold weather, and a mask will ease my discomfort, even more so than a scarf. Also, they’re most pleasingly private.

In the meantime, I’m looking after me and my own. I’m doing what I need to do, I focus on what’s important to me.

I share content and have exchanges on my Patreon more than anywhere else, because when there’s a fee to access one’s content and creative endeavors, time-wasters and life-suckers are about nowhere to be found. Twitter and Instagram are fine, in moderation.

Here’s a photo I took last month, to celebrate my 51st birthday. I love those gorgeous, glittering Satanme medallions… I had to have the green one, of course. The next one will be silver.

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And here is the latest issue of Infernal Ink Magazine, where I’m featured in The Author Bordello. Deep gratitude to its editor and publisher, the gracious Reverend Hydra M. Star.

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I’ve been experimenting with various mediums, art-wise, and favorites are being selected. My art supplies include a growing assortment of alcohol inks, colored pencils, and brush tip markers, all lovingly and carefully organized.

Here’s a colored pencil illustration, Serpent Prince Crooked House.

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I had a tremendous amount of fun creating this one. Many of my upcoming pieces will feature tiny rooms filled with tiny things. This piece is 8X8 inches. That I’d wind up drawing the kind of things I spent hours drawing when I was a kid, this I didn’t see coming, but oh, how it’s worked out for the best… It makes me so viscerally happy.

Alcohol ink works, with Hoppy Bun.

Cherry Balloon, 9X12 inches. I used acrylic paint for the clouds in this one, because I was still getting a feel for how the alcoholic inks look on canvas, and some shades are darker, more opaque than others; the first thing I tried didn’t work, hence the acrylic paint solution.

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Sweet Cool Skies, 8X10 inches. Here, I had to lighten the purple with extender, because the color turned out to be more opaque than the rest.

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I’ve also begun experimenting with markers on wood; very enjoyable. Organic. More on that next time.

I’m about to start working on a 9X12 piece, an alcohol ink painting that will have fruit homes with tiny rooms. I can hardly wait to see how that sort of illustration will turn out on canvas. I have another piece that I’ve begun to sketch, a Serpent Prince piece, I won’t say more yet because it’s going to be a gift, 11X14, with many tiny rooms.

I’m not creating as quickly as I’d like, I’m still exhausted by All The Things. But it’s been getting better, slowly but surely. Thank fuck for cannabis; without it, my PTSD symptoms would have reached “nothing less than a padded room will suffice” levels by now. Mr P has been wonderful (it almost goes without saying, though I prefer to say it), the very best of life partners. He’s taken excellent care of me, he’s cooked countless amazing dishes, baked delicious treats, we talk and laugh… His introverted type of presence has made all the difference to me during the Great Zombie Apocalypse of 2020.

Those classic zombie movies are so spot on… I can very much relate to those “boarding up the windows” scenes.

So anyway, things are mostly good where I am. I draw and paint, I relax, I take care of myself and those I care about, I write in journals, I write for my Patreon members. Even though I paint ultra colorful, fanciful illustrations and mostly write about my days and philosophical matters, I’ve kept my Patreon at “adult content” (which happened due to the artful, “implied nudity” photos I’ve shared now and then—who knew a displayed hip and hidden breast could be so dangerous) because that way, I can share the content I wish to share, I can speak my thoughts, I can write naughty/forbidden/outrageous words as I please. The Internet is a Nanny World now, you know, a G-rated Prohibition Mall, except here and there, in rare corners where few dare venture. So I avail myself of said Internet to my advantage, however is most useful and pleasant to me, and that’s it.

Time for art and relaxation.

Look after yourselves, masterful individuals.

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a new focus

Well, here we are in May, and things haven’t changed much since I last updated my website.

Mr P is still home, he won’t be going back to work (restaurant) until… June? Which suits me just fine, seeing how my mental health, what’s left of it I mean, is basically down the toilet. So self-care, self-preservation are my number one concern. Me and my own, that’s it.

My PTSD-related vocal cord dysfunction is worse than ever, but fortunately I have little interest in speaking.

I don’t want to leave the house, I don’t want to be around roughly 90% of people. Especially since for some, the very concept of social distancing apparently requires a degree in Engineering.

Most people have no grasp of personal space at the best of times. But then, we live in an age when people have to ask if drinking bleach is a good idea. “Staying home is communism!”

So, misanthropy as a general life principle and attitude is working out great for Mr P and me. Hail Satan. I am the master of my life in spite of everything.

Speaking of misanthropy and social distancing, here are some excellent sources for face masks:

Plague But Make It Fashion (gorgeous, fun, finely crafted masks)

Dandy Serenity (cats and groovy sea creatures on Red Bubble)

And here are more first-rate tools for social distancing: Satanme‘s glorious, scintillating glitter medallions (of course I had to start with disco gold, the Sulfur medallion):

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And here I am modelling it.

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As for me, my focus is all about art and home.

I have fallen head over heels in love with alcohol inks. The perfect medium, in my opinion.

When I did a lot of art many years ago, my subject matter was mainly portraits. Since this whole horrid situation began and I rediscovered art as a relaxation method, I rediscovered it as a passion as well, and surreal, colorful, dreamy worlds with small figures are my subject matter of choice.

Once it was clear that I mainly wanted to create at home, and be home even more than I already was, I felt better. Tranquil, floaty music, incense, art, my 70s home lair… This is what works best for me. The only places I want to frequent (when the batshit calms down months from now) are small local shops, galleries, art gatherings. And local is a key word here.

Ideas for art pieces are coming at me so fast and hard I can barely keep up.

At some point this summer, I’ll have prints available, and original art.

When I began experimenting, I used colored pencils because that’s what I had. Also they’re fun to work with.

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Then I did some research about water color effects on canvas, and that’s when I discovered the wonder of alcohol ink. First, I used Sharpies diluted with a bit of alcohol… A revelation. I adored it. I did a first test painting (8X10) with Hoppy Bun.

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Here is the painting in its new home:

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Of course, my Patreon members got all the news first. They see sketches, illustrations, etc before anyone else does as a rule. Then I share some of it on Instagram and Twitter.

Oh, and while I’m on the topic of having a new focus, after a brief “getting back” on Dreamwidth and Livejournal, I’m done with those platforms. It’s simply not worth the trouble, time, or energy. I have vastly better things to do.

While I waited for my order of alcohol inks to arrive, I did another colored pencil illustration. Strawberry Island, 8X11.5 inches.

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This is the next illustration, which I drew a day or two before my inks arrived. Cherry Balloon.

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Fruit, clouds, mountainous hills, water and cream, sunshine, rainbows, hearts, chocolate, sweets… All of these will be recurring elements in my artwork. As well, structures with many tiny rooms.

My pieces will usually be around 8X10, 10X12, 16X20… Not bigger than that.

By the way, I give you alcohol inks:

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Where has this medium been all my life??

Yesterday, I started to wonder what my Serpent Prince would look like if I devoted some of my surreal worlds to him… And I drew this small figure (sketch book is around 5X7).

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He’ll be getting paintings of his own. I want to paint him pumpkin homes filled with little magical rooms… All sorts of things. Hoppy Bun and Serpent Prince will be my artistic inspirations for the foreseeable future.

I want to create trippy, dreamy, magical, tranquil images.

My other artistic focus: clay. More soon on that. Let’s just say that my little clay bunny has been working his talisman magic on me for a couple of years… Now I’m creating things that give me tremendous joy and satisfaction.

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I write mostly for myself now, and for my Patreon members. New books will be fewer and much farther between. Besides, I said pretty much all I wanted to say in Rascal and Masterful… There is the possibility of short, quirky, first person memoiresque novels. We’ll see. And Mozart… I’ll get back to him and Salieri, perhaps this fall. Possibly.

In many ways, I’m actually doing better than I ever have. I’ve dotted the “i”s and drawn a line in the sand. I know exactly what I want to devote myself to, how and where I want to do it. And I won’t apologize for any of it either.

I am living what I wrote about in Masterful.

Live for yourself and for all that you love. Everything falls together for you then. Even if it takes a while, it is eminently worth the growth and struggle. The fruit of epiphany awaits the valiant individual. Those with ears to hear, let them hear.

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quiet professor: now quieter than ever

Last fall, my state of mind was along the lines of, “I don’t think I want to leave the house anymore.”

I made a few efforts to get out of my cozy bubble now and then.

And now…

Well, recent developments have confirmed what I’ve known all my life, which is that the outside world sucks and is best avoided as much as possible.

Mr P and I have been home for almost three weeks, only leaving once to have non-perishable grocery items (especially mental well-being items, such as chips and cake) loaded in the trunk of the car—I’d ordered what we needed on the supermarket’s website.

We didn’t even go in the store and I was anxious. I couldn’t wait to get back home and shut the door.

When I first heard low buzzing sounds about this virus back in February, I thought the whole thing was being blown out of proportion. But by the end of February… my PTSD alarms started blaring, and I began my emergency preparations on the 28th, about two weeks before the shit really hit the fan.

I remember feeling like something of an idiot then as I loaded my cart with necessities; I’d been going around the house, making lists. At the end of February, there was plenty of toilet paper in the stores, and I got roughly three months’ worth. Not a mountain, but not a mere four roll pack either.

I got canned potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, soup, diced tomatoes, and so on… Bags of rice and pasta and frozen chicken and frozen meatballs and frozen vegetables. Toiletries, medication, batteries, Lysol, and all the cat food Potion would need, among other things. Water, beverages. A high stack of mini chocolate bar packs.

I could feel something major was imminent. When you spend your childhood sharpening your sense of danger, you can see it coming well before most other people do.

Mr P was blown away by the efficiency, speed, and meticulousness of my preparations, and applauded what I was doing. Mental illness is a double-edged sword, amirite? I thought of everything. Even so, my stress levels were off the charts and I had trouble breathing due to PTSD-related vocal cord dysfunction, which can mimic asthma (and how fucking perfect is that).

Then, news hit that our Prime Minister’s wife had contracted the virus, and both she and the Prime Minister were in self-isolation.

Suddenly, mayhem broke out in earnest and the stores were swamped. I only briefly went in one of these (and it wasn’t nearly as packed as other places were, because I live in a place that’s more like a town than a city); I ran back out minutes later. People clogging aisles, massive lines, the sounds of laughter… I felt a mixture of acute anxiety and rage because of the clueless obliviousness that encompassed me on all sides.

But I no longer felt like an idiot for having done most of my preparations quite some time before the batshit erupted (if I’d had to deal with the chaos that was going on in stores by mid-March, I would have completely lost my mind). I got a few more items at a smaller, much quieter local store. A few days later, Ontario declared a state of emergency, and to my tremendous relief, Mr P would be home with me until further notice. It’s quite likely he’s going to be here until the middle of May.

I put an indefinite total moratorium on news of any kind, and for the first time in weeks, my chest loosened and I began breathing more easily.

My Leaky Orlando plans are out the window. Not going to happen. I tried, right? Travel is already hard enough on me when things are going well… My desire to travel ever again is pretty much nil at this point.

My life plans are more along the following lines:

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I’ve been writing many updates and sharing thoughts on Patreon. I have very limited amounts of energy these days, and my members are getting it. Every now and then, I post a happy image on Instagram. I haven’t been following Twitter at all, because even when using lists, it’s almost impossible to avoid news.

I’ve been getting tiny snippets of information from select loved ones, and I do know that right now, people aren’t allowed to cross the Ottawa/Outaouais border unless they have a good reason.

Related: extroverts are more of a mystery to me than ever.

Mr P and I are exceedingly happy right here in our home. We have everything we need. We have no interest in socializing. We have our books, music, movies, toys, pastimes. Seclusion.

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As a result of all that’s been happening, I’m having a number of salutary epiphanies.

Such as, I’m sick as fuck of promoting what I write (or attempting to at any rate), of publishing… Masterful has gotten a few great reviews, but getting one’s work out there, especially when said work is unusual, is like speaking during a hurricane—and I have a soft, raspy voice.

It’s like The Smiths sang: “Well if I was you I wouldn’t bother.”

I’m through with repeating myself and gesticulating… When (if) I release a book, I’ll say so here, and those who enjoy what I do will know.

I do have a novel brewing in me, something I haven’t discussed yet. My Patreon members will know about it first, should it materialize.

When it comes out, I’ll just say, here it is. Those who are drawn to the kind of work I do will find it, one way or another.

These are the two books I’ve written so far that are the most important to me. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

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I’ve started drawing again.

It’s relaxing and gratifying and enjoyable.

I’m creating surreal, extremely colorful worlds… 70s-esque dream worlds. Here’s a piece that’s still in progress, featuring Hoppy Bun:

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I’ll be doing a lot more of this type of thing. I’ll have prints and postcards for my Patreon members.

When I was a kid, I spent most of my time by myself, drawing or writing.

I had the right idea.

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Masterful by Logospilgrim

I am utterly overwhelmed, and I can’t wait to share a few drinks with Lorrie at Leaky Orlando 2020, because yes, I will be there.

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Masterful:  Severus Snape, A Jar of Cockroaches, and Me by Logospilgrim, published January 28, 2020.  Order from Lulu.com, $18.50.  Also available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble.


Stories change according to who’s doing the reading.

The character of Snape is certainly not for everybody.  Is he irredeemable?  Brave?  Irrelevant?  A source of strength?

As Logospilgrim says in her new book, Masterful, “Those who approach him will interpret his story based on how they’re writing and interpreting their own story.”

Logospilgrim is not trying to persuade anybody to see Snape differently.  In this searing meditation, she is only demonstrating how this process worked for her:  how recognizing the self in a fictional character can anchor people through traumatic upheavals.  As Logospilgrim notes, Snape was able to leave behind his father, who shouted at his mother, as well as fight the influence of a later father figure, Voldemort, who killed…

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more Masterful news

Roughly two days after I approved the book for global distribution, Masterful is already available on amazon!

It is better for me if the book is purchased on lulu, but if that’s not possible for whatever reason, or if you prefer amazon, the book can now be purchased on both sites.

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It’s also listed on Ingram, meaning that you can ask any bookstore to order you a copy, if you prefer going that route.

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Here’s what a reader shared after reading one of the chapters:

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Later today, my friend Diane and I will schedule the “Potions Master handing out the Forbidden Fruit” photo session. This is going to be fun.

In the meantime, here’s a “what’s beneath the frock coat” shot I took last week:

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In other news, yesterday I purchased my copy of the new Slytherin edition of Goblet of Fire. As I flipped through the pages, I felt waves of warmth, joy, and serenity… I will always love these books. They’ll always have profound significance to me. Next will be acquiring (finally) the first four illustrated hardcover editions… Gorgeous books.

Much lies ahead.

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Masterful: now available

In Masterful, part memoir, infernal philosophy, empowering discourse, and bold thoughts about J.K. Rowling’s famed Potions Master, author and Snape lyricist Logospilgrim shares her story of personal fulfillment and liberation, touching on subjects ranging from religion to atheism, PTSD to healing and defiance, self-denial to self-celebration. Outrageous, poignant, insightful, irreverent, Masterful is a singular, audacious work written for outsiders, mavericks, and survivors.

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You can get your copy now on lulu: Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me

It’ll also be available on Amazon at some point in February. But it is better for me if you purchase from lulu.

The morning after publication, I tweeted this:

Slowly waking up. I did wake up early this morning, felt weepy, eventually dozed off again… Happy that it finally happened, that the book is done, and I’ll no doubt cry again when the physical copies arrive and I’m holding one of them in my hands…

I put all that I had in this book. The thought that some may be encouraged by what they read thrills me. I wrote the book for myself, and for those who will be encouraged by words I wish I’d read years ago.

It’s a book that says, celebrate yourself. Become deeply aware of who you are, and walk away from those who would deny you of yourself.

There are time when it’s important and vital to be selfish. There’s such a stigma attached to this word, as though to treat oneself with dignity is tasteless, an abomination; as though to acknowledge our own importance to ourselves is “subpar.”

If I hadn’t finally learned to be important to myself, I wouldn’t be where I am now. When I started treating myself as important, as my top concern, I was able to evolve, to change the things about me that tripped me up. And what I can’t change, even that began to improve.

I’ll exult if some are emboldened by the book. I’ll take great pleasure in their joy. My pleasure is a selfish act, because it does have strings attached: it’s not “selfless.” The enjoyment others experience because of what I’ve written makes my heart do flips, it’s sensual.

I also wrote the book because of another “sin”: pride. I wrote things down, created a book, and I’m putting it out there. I believe I have an ability to write things that move certain people, that I do so with a unique poetry and perspective.

I do repeat this in the book: be proud of yourself. I write about self-preservation, about thriving, about self-reverence. Since I actively began embodying the mindset these attitudes involve, my life is so much more vibrant, joyful, and I have so much more to give.

When I wrote a sentence, I kept daring myself to do it. Over and over from beginning to end. “Be proud, be strong,” I told myself. And whatever weaknesses I have, those are fine too; I learn to juggle what I have gracefully, skillfully. Weaknesses can make you skillful.

The key is to respect yourself. It’s innate, and acquired. I have perfected my self-respect, and continue doing so. In this book, I acknowledged and respected everything about myself: my loves, my anger, my thoughts, my abilities, my failures and triumphs. And I share it all.

This book won’t be for everyone; that’s fine too. I didn’t write it for everyone. It’ll speak to some people; it’s for them. I no longer try to be all things to all people. Those days are over. Because I Am that I Am. I don’t try to squeeze myself into molds where I won’t fit.

And that’s why I have more to give than ever, because I value myself as I am, as I’ve developed. And when a person tells me that what I wrote made them feel good, that it liberated them in some ways, it’s like I freed myself all over again. It’s so powerful.

So again… If you read the book and it delights you, thank you for giving me such pleasure, the pleasure of your delight, of our lives connecting, of the pleasure that comes when minds meet, when lives entwine, leaving both parties true to their individuality. Hail Thyself.

I’m tired, but very happy.

And I’m telling you… this book has bite.

Delectable photo sessions soon, of the Prince of Serpents kind.

I’m strongly considering going to Leaky in Orlando this summer…

Stay tuned.

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Masterful release: January 27

I’m in the final editing stages, almost done.

Masterful will be released on January 27.

I wrote these words about it on Dreamwidth yesterday:

I am extremely proud of my upcoming book, Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me, for so many, many reasons. As I’ve said before, this book is a kind of philosophical memoir wherein I share thoughts about Professor Snape, my emancipation process, sexual identity, PTSD, the legacy of a childhood and adolescence witnessing the most insidious domestic violence and being scarred for life by it, religion as a creative and unconscious means to tackle past trauma, I write about atheism, magic, and so much more… I share what I’m sure will be very controversial thoughts about Severus Snape, namely that he was in no need of “redemption,” and I write some very angry words (another thing that was dangerous and forbidden to me for most of my life: anger). What else was forbidden to me? Freedom. Self-determination. Self-affirmation. My eccentricity. “They painted you black: what of it?” Or, as Nietzsche put it, “The great epochs of our life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us.” Those with ears to hear, let them hear.

Yes: I am, once again, active on Dreamwidth, and not just a little but very.

In addition, I signed up for a fanfiction fest.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written fanfic, and even longer since I’ve written erotica.

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The mods emailed me yesterday shortly after I sent my prompt, and I’m good to go.

I have a title for the fic, and I’ve begun writing it. This is going to be fun…

It’s a Snape/Longbottom fic. Severus survived his encounter with Nagini, and Neville is more pleased than ever that he cut its head off with the sword. The kinks? Voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation. There will also be a strong psychological component to this story. I won’t say more, except one thing: Neville is a bit of a Black Phillip…

I’ll be doing a Masterful-related, “In the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods” photo shoot soon. I did, however, recently take a test shot of the new wig… and you can see a hint of the shimmering green cloak as well.

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Evening Envy Baphomet medallion available at Satanme, purveyors of the finest Satanic products online.

Speaking of fine things, here I am with my copy of Robert J. Leuthold’s dark erotic poetry collection, Obsidian Odes. Think De Sade meets Clive Barker, with a golden Baroque opulence.

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I have quite a few unique books by daring and gifted authors that I’ll be reviewing in the coming weeks/months. I’ve got much to keep up with at the moment.

Quite a lot ahead. Get ready. 2020 is going to be no holds barred.

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