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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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: halfway mark achieved

Things are pretty damn good.

First, my 50th birthday was splendid. Presents, buttercream laden cake, quiet activities that gave my introvert self the greatest pleasure.

I took many portraits to commemorate this event. I had fun with wigs, undergarments, Mozartian and Snapian themes.

And now I’m going to share a bunch of them.

I am 50, hear me roar. Wearing a gorgeous polished silver Baphomet sigil by iSatanist.

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I do the boy thing, I do the girl thing. I do my thing.

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I do the Snape thing. Here wearing my robes, as well as a fine Bone White Baphomet sigil by Satanme.

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I do the Mozart thing. Betsey Johnson undergarments.

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Here with a fabulous inverted pentagram, also available from Satanme (one side red, the other black, perfect for my disco lifestyle).

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I have fun these days. More fun than I’ve ever had. I do what I want, how I want.

I’m fairly recovered from the flooding mayhem of last spring. Today, the river levels are at 57.98. We’re approaching August, one of my favorite months of the year because everything is so slow and quiet; that’s also when one can sense autumn around the corner… This month, we endured several intense heat waves (yesterday, with the humidex factor, we hit close to 115º Fahrenheit—madness. Thank fuck we have central air conditioning in this house).

Still, I feel really, really good.

Yesterday, I hit the halfway mark re: Masterful. Working on this book is so phenomenally satisfying… My most personally gratifying work to date. As I wrote on Twitter, “I write because it gives me pleasure, because it’s in my blood. If my work also helps like-minded individuals live deliciously, all the better.”

I’m not fucking around in this book, let me tell you.

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After I publish Masterful in September, I’m getting back to work on Wolfgang, A Fantasy, and I can’t wait. Apart from Wolfgang and Antonio Salieri (among others), this novel will feature the Gentleman Downstairs who will do wondrous things, and a grim Archbishop (guess which one) who will try to do terrible things.

Favorite drinking vessel, by Satanme, here featured with an exquisite statue of Lucifer the Light-Bearer.

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Stay tuned for more deliciousness.

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festive passion

Welcome to the fondue party, fellow mavericks.

Tomorrow is Halloween! And October has been a marvelous, sublimely quiet month. I sent my Patreon members all sorts of fun stuff, and I’ll be working on the October second and third tier Patreon membership envelopes this week; they’ll include Stay Home Vagabond #6.

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Drawing again has been absolutely wonderful, I must say. My Patreon members also received a Mini Poster Print (8.5X11 on 65 lbs stock), with second tier members being sent the “silver sunglasses” edition, and third tier members the “gold sunglasses” edition.

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I will be drawing many more Mini Poster Prints in the coming months, with themes centered around the joys of solitude, being a tomboy, a stay home vagabond…

At the beginning of October, I took some sultry self-portraits featuring my new Killstar inverted pentagram choker and dark purple lipstick.

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I recently ordered a long silver wig, so… More portraits in the near future.

Today, the wonderful Reverend Campbell (Speak of the Devil) read a review I wrote of Carl Theodor Dreyer’s surreal 1932 film Vampyr. Feel free to check it out.

In other news, my violin teacher is putting a show together in March and he’s asked me to dress up as Charlie and perform one of Chaplin’s musical pieces with him. That took my breath away! Hopefully, by then I’ll sound a little less like I’m tormenting a cat or something when I play. As I may have mentioned before, both my teacher and I are massive Chaplin admirers, and my Charlie photographs blew my teacher away. To dress as Charlie again in the context of performance is nerve-wracking and tremendously exciting.

Apart from my Patreon endeavors, November and December will be wholly dedicated to writing Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me (Patreon members will be treated to in progress excerpts, and when it’s completed, they’ll have access to it before anyone else, and their version will be a special edition). I’ll also finally be getting back to Wolfgang: A Fantasy (I’ve been needing to submerge myself in this story again so badly!). Speaking of Wolfgang, Nezumi has been in the completion stages of my costume, and here’s a hint…

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How glorious is this, I ask you?? I’m going to be overcome by bliss when I see it and put it on for the first time, without a single doubt.

In the spirit of Mozart, I’m phenomenally in the mood for the holiday season. It’s going to be a 70stastic holiday extravaganza for two months around here (Baroque is so 70s). I’m putting my trees up as soon as November begins.

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I’ve already ordered most of my bear William’s holiday wardrobe. I want red and green, gold and silver, festive cheer in my seasonal bubble of peace and tranquility…

I’ve never been happier in my life.

I continue to celebrate my life, and myself, as I never have before, and it’s a magnificent breath of fresh air. Take a look at the amazing pyrographic art that my friend R.M. Negroni created for me (do visit his Etsy shop, Funeral Pyre Designs). I commissioned this portrait from him to mark my joining the CoS this year. I placed it in my personal altar cabinet.

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As I said, life is good. I’m very happy that we’re about to enter November, one of my favorite months of the year. I love the stillness, the silence of November. I love the leafless trees, the grey skies, the deep, abiding tranquility of November. It’s extremely inspiring and suited to my temperament. It’s Lair Season.

Writing, burning deliciously scented candles… Yes.

Say cheese.

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Masterful: Severus and me

Welcome to the fondue party, fellow mavericks.

Summer’s been hot, but I can sense the faint beginning of autumn in the air, and oh yes, I’m more than ready.

I’ve plunged headfirst into my next writing project, which has been long in the making. This book is even more outrageous than Rascal. It’s a continuation of Rascal: A Manifesto, in a way.

This book will be published late this fall (I’m aiming for November). Apart from my Patreon activity, it’s the focus of my attention at the moment. I’ll also continue working (at a slower pace) on Wolfgang, Booklet Two in September.

Here’s what I recently wrote on Patreon about the author photograph I took for Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me.

I wanted this photograph to celebrate my humanity, freedom, vulnerability, and power. For many years, I was Orthodox when I cosplayed Snape, and the costume had monastic connotations to me. This is definitely no longer the case. So I wanted to demonstrate this in the portrait. One of the things I’m going to discuss in the book, which will be mostly about my life experiences in relation to Professor Snape, is how my understanding of him has evolved and helped me in my personal development and emancipation. His strength of character, his ability to stand tall, to stand alone, his abiding mystery… All of this is what’s most appealing to me about him.

Doing this shoot was exhilarating. I took quite a few shots, as usual, because I know that in most cases, minor variations will strike a photograph from the list; this or that isn’t right…

The photo I selected had all the elements I wanted the portrait to have. I wanted it to be fairly androgynous, ultimately I wanted a half coat, half flesh situation, with at least a portion of my Snape ink visible, and with, well, the kind of expression I have in the photo I chose.

I didn’t touch the original shots much. That one, I barely even had to crop, I’m trying to remember! I added a touch of contrast and made the green colors pop more. Because I’m so darn pale, the silver makeup on my eyes, and the glitter on my face and neck, chest, and upper left arm basically look like a shimmering glow in the photo. On the actual cover, I think that some of the glitter will be more visible. I’m happy I picked the silver background, because it looks great in the shot. Throughout the session, the light kept changing because I was using natural light.

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Are you ready for this ride? It’s going to be a wild ride, I tell you.

In other news, I have a Build A Bear named William and it makes me tremendously happy. Working in my 70s lair is a source of continual joy and pleasure to me.

Say cheese.

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funkadelic

Kind readers,

allow me to begin this post by sharing a passage from Tom Hodgkinson’s wonderful book How To Be Idle:

Living in the past is an effective way of retreating from the vulgarity of the present. I have noticed this trait in artists. My friend John Moore, a musician, once a member of the very noisy band The Jesus and Mary Chain, now likes having the middlebrow radio station Classic FM playing at home. “We like to pretend that the modern age doesn’t exist and we are living in the 1920s,” he says. Deference to a former age is not necessarily mere nostalgia and escapism; it can also be a conscious rejection of the values of consumerism and the feeling of being victimized by the constant search for “the latest thing.” Any era will do; for me it is the eighteenth century.

The constant search for the latest thing—what a bore. What a pain in the ass. To me, it’s a form of tyranny, of subjugation. It’s also exhausting.

If you’ve been following this blog lately, you’ll know what my era of choice is: the seventies. The wacky, tacky, sleazy seventies. Disco, shag carpets, “horrid” color combinations. This is a time that doesn’t take itself too seriously.

To me, it’s the very essence of fabulous.

Take polyester shirts, which I’ve begun carefully collecting. Marvelous things.

You know, when you put something on and it just feels so right? Yeah.

Yesterday, I took a bunch of quick shots of me wearing one of these shirts, the green one, which looks like it was made to be worn with my tan suit (needless to say, there will be photos), and my gold mirrored sunglasses, which I adore.

I have a feeling I’m going to end up with a collection of aviator sunglasses too. Because those things fucking rock.

You could say that these photos are a funkadelic tribute to polyester and golden sunglasses. I was lying down on my white shag carpet when I took these.

So. Your place or Las Vegas?

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I don’t know how I let so many years go by without golden mirrored sunglasses, really.

To get over tough times, may I recommend feeling fabulous and treating yourself right.

I’m going to have great stuff for you in my upcoming book, Hit the Road and Be Who You Are. It’s going to be a vibrant, live-your-life book.

It’s cold as fuck today, but April and spring are around the corner… I’m looking forward to doing more 70s-riffic photo shoots in funky locales.

More news soon. The first issue of my zine is in the works. I thought it would come out last month, but stuff happened. If it’s not out this month (new computer is imminent), it’ll be coming out next month for sure. In these mad times, there’s something to be said about the power of photocopied booklets you get in the mail.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

doing it my way

Kind readers,

spring is slowly beginning to manifest itself… Warm days can’t come soon enough for me, not after the winter we had.

So, news!

I’ve joined Instagram and I’m enjoying it muchly. Twitter and Instagram are my happy places online these days.

This is me, earlier today…

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More ink in August. Tiffany will be adding an Ace of Spaces and an Ace of Hearts to my Freddy glove, and flames, and dice probably.

The gold tuxedo shoot took place last Sunday, and it was a whole lotta fun. These photos capture the essence of my upcoming books.

You can see the rest right here: Gold Tuxedo Session.

As old Blue Eyes sang, the record shows I took the blows and did it my way.

I recently discovered a new café, and since then I’ve been going there on a regular basis to write and relax. And eat!

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I haven’t loved a café this much since my Café Wim and Vienna Café days. It’s like all the writing hangouts and tranquil havens I’ve ever loved and lost.

Boots I like to wear when I go to places like this:

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And, I have new dolls in my personal sanctuary.

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They’re Novi Stars. Dainty, shimmering, otherworldly jewels… I adore them.

As if it needs to be said, I’m working on books. At the moment, my focus is on Atheist Tiki Hour. I continue to try to promote previous works like There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard. “I wrote this book, you might enjoy it,” bla bla bla… In many ways, my efforts to put my writing out there are comparable to this:

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I’m a little dancing monkey, baby.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor