naamah_darling: Spotted hyena teeth. (Teeth)
I've had a few very polite enquiries about this, and it is an entirely valid issue for concern, so I want to make a few notes about the skulls and other animal bones I use.

I do sometimes get skulls from other crafters-of-dead-things, but most of my skulls are from dealers like Moscow Hide and Fur, Skulls Unlimited, and several eBay sellers who specialize in bones.

The vendors from whom I acquire my bones obtain them from a variety of sources: deceased zoological animals, roadkill, game park culls, destroyed nuisance animals, and so on. The majority of these skulls, however, are byproducts of hunting and trapping. The skulls I buy are all legally obtained from areas in which the species is not threatened.

As I have said before, I personally do not have any moral objection to hunting and trapping when it is done respectfully and responsibly,* and when the animals are plentiful enough in the area to sustain the casualties.**

Every species I have worked with so far is abundant in the wild, though perhaps not in all parts of its former range. It is for this reason that, unless I can come by a skull secondhand or acquire one from an animal that suffered an accidental death or had to be put down, I may never work with animals that are vulnerable or threatened, and which may become endangered in the near future: mountain lions and wolverines are examples of species whose status is in dispute. I work with non-threatened species, and with only one exception (Violet; the spotted hyena's non-threatened status is conservation-dependent), they are species of least concern.***

I don't expect everyone is going to be okay with this. Some people are against hunting, period, same as some people are against eating meat, period. I completely respect that, and I'm not going to harass anyone about their opinion. I do expect the same in return, though. I have researched the issue and have come to my own conclusions, and I'm doing this in a way that I feel does not contribute to irresponsible wildlife management or to undue suffering.

By doing what I do, I am not encouraging irresponsible use. No animal was killed specifically for the bones I am using. I am simply making art from something that would otherwise be discarded. By doing so, I do not feed directly into the supply/demand loop of the fur trade, and yet I am encouraging the use of all parts of animals that are killed.

So far, the pelts I own are from domesticated animals, food game, or – like my wolf pelt – were obtained secondhand from other collectors or crafters selling off parts of their collection. I intend to try to keep it that way.

Those of you who have read me for any length of time are aware of my deep devotion to living animals, so I think I can be believed when I say that respect extends to the dead animals with whom I work. I treat them with the utmost care, and I try to honor their remains by using them in a respectful manner.

I hope that clears up any lingering worry or questions anyone has about my sources or my motives. If someone disapproves, I at least don't want them to think I am doing what I am doing because I'm ignorant or uncaring. I care very much, and am always aware of exactly what it is I am working with.

* Hence my opposition to methods like aerial hunting and poison.

** Which has all along been my beef with the delisting of the Northern Rockies gray wolf. I do not object to wolf hunting; I object to the wholesale slaughter of the wolf those states had proposed, which at this fragile point would destroy their ability to re-colonize their former range. The states involved have woefully inadequate game management plans for the wolf, and until that is rectified I will not support the delisting of the gray wolf, nor the sport hunting of any wolf in the lower 48.

*** ETA 10/08, 11/08, 05/13: This policy has not changed, but I wish to note that I have, in fact, come into possession of an ethically-sourced wolverine skull, a secondhand African lion skull, and a legally-obtained cougar skull. And, while we are hardly endangered, I feel obligated to say that I have a human skull-cap. I did not pay for it, it was passed on to me, and no, it was no-one I knew. And I have some of my dad's teeth. Just so you all understand that I'm being totally honest.
naamah_darling: Spotted hyena teeth. (Teeth)
I've had a few very polite enquiries about this, and it is an entirely valid issue for concern, so I want to make a few notes about the skulls and other animal bones I use.

I do sometimes get skulls from other crafters-of-dead-things, but most of my skulls are from dealers like Moscow Hide and Fur, Skulls Unlimited, and several eBay sellers who specialize in bones.

The vendors from whom I acquire my bones obtain them from a variety of sources: deceased zoological animals, roadkill, game park culls, destroyed nuisance animals, and so on. The majority of these skulls, however, are byproducts of hunting and trapping. The skulls I buy are all legally obtained from areas in which the species is not threatened.

As I have said before, I personally do not have any moral objection to hunting and trapping when it is done respectfully and responsibly,* and when the animals are plentiful enough in the area to sustain the casualties.**

Every species I have worked with so far is abundant in the wild, though perhaps not in all parts of its former range. It is for this reason that, unless I can come by a skull secondhand or acquire one from an animal that suffered an accidental death or had to be put down, I may never work with animals that are vulnerable or threatened, and which may become endangered in the near future: mountain lions and wolverines are examples of species whose status is in dispute. I work with non-threatened species, and with only one exception (Violet; the spotted hyena's non-threatened status is conservation-dependent), they are species of least concern.***

I don't expect everyone is going to be okay with this. Some people are against hunting, period, same as some people are against eating meat, period. I completely respect that, and I'm not going to harass anyone about their opinion. I do expect the same in return, though. I have researched the issue and have come to my own conclusions, and I'm doing this in a way that I feel does not contribute to irresponsible wildlife management or to undue suffering.

By doing what I do, I am not encouraging irresponsible use. No animal was killed specifically for the bones I am using. I am simply making art from something that would otherwise be discarded. By doing so, I do not feed directly into the supply/demand loop of the fur trade, and yet I am encouraging the use of all parts of animals that are killed.

So far, the pelts I own are from domesticated animals, food game, or – like my wolf pelt – were obtained secondhand from other collectors or crafters selling off parts of their collection. I intend to try to keep it that way.

Those of you who have read me for any length of time are aware of my deep devotion to living animals, so I think I can be believed when I say that respect extends to the dead animals with whom I work. I treat them with the utmost care, and I try to honor their remains by using them in a respectful manner.

I hope that clears up any lingering worry or questions anyone has about my sources or my motives. If someone disapproves, I at least don't want them to think I am doing what I am doing because I'm ignorant or uncaring. I care very much, and am always aware of exactly what it is I am working with.

* Hence my opposition to methods like aerial hunting and poison.

** Which has all along been my beef with the delisting of the Northern Rockies gray wolf. I do not object to wolf hunting; I object to the wholesale slaughter of the wolf those states had proposed, which at this fragile point would destroy their ability to re-colonize their former range. The states involved have woefully inadequate game management plans for the wolf, and until that is rectified I will not support the delisting of the gray wolf, nor the sport hunting of any wolf in the lower 48.

*** ETA 10/08, 11/08, 06/09: This policy has not changed, but I wish to note that I have, in fact, come into possession of an ethically-sourced wolverine skull and a secondhand African lion skull. And, while we are hardly endangered, I feel obligated to say that I have a human skull-cap. I did not pay for it, it was passed on to me, and no, it was no-one I knew. And I have some of my dad's teeth. Just so you all understand that I'm being totally honest.
naamah_darling: Lucian from Underworld next to a snarling wolf. From the dark into the black, throwbacks always have to go. (Lucian Throwbacks)
Over at Feministe, another Amanda has valuable things to say about illness and unsolocited advice:

Often, when someone learns that another person lives with some sort of medical condition, slight or severe, their first reaction is to suggest to that person some way they could make their condition better.

On behalf of all those persons, let me say: Stop.


I heartily suggest you read the entire article, because it's a wonderful bit of cluebat-swinging.

This happens to me all the time in regards to . . . pretty much every complaint I have, from cramps to lycanthropy. I try to be gracious about it because people really do mean well when they offer advice, and because it is sometimes useful. It may also be the only way they can think of to express concern and sympathy, and I try to take it in the spirit in which it is meant. Also, while unsolicited advice might not help me, it might help someone else reading, and I am all for that.

There comes a point at which it becomes genuinely aggravating, though. For example, if people ask me for more personal information (such as asking what drugs I am taking or how long such and so a thing has been going on) just so they can give me advice, that can be annoying. Sometimes I don't mind sharing or explaining because I am very patient like that and I want my friends to understand me and know where I am coming from, but sometimes it really does bother me. I hear the same things over and over, and have to have the same conversations over and over, and have to explain over and over why I am doing or am not doing certain things or why certain things don't work for me -- and people, that is tiring. It has actually kept me from posting about certain things lately, and that's just crazy.

We don't teach sympathy. We teach problem-solving, which is not the same. We ingrain the urge to "fix" people and things, which is fine, except when things and people can't be fixed.

Now, I've been just as guilty as the next person of giving unsolicited advice. I try not to. I try to be aware of this urge and to squish it down hard. I try to find other ways to express my sympathy and concern. In my experience, if people want advice about illness-type things, they will say so. It still happens sometimes. So this is not to say that if you have ever offered me advice, you should be wincing with chagrin. I'm just saying that this is something we all need to try to apply with more care, and if I encounter it from here out and I am not in the mood for it, I'm just going to ignore it politely instead of attempting to respond politely.

This is also not to say that the only solution is to say nothing at all. There is a lot of middle ground there. Saying something like "I've never experienced that, but you have my sympathy, and if you need me to help, I'm here!" is okay. Saying "I don't know what to say, but I care about you!" is okay. I would be so happy if we could all learn to do that a little more often, and problem-solve a little bit less.

If I want advice, I'll totally ask for it.
naamah_darling: Lucian from Underworld next to a snarling wolf. From the dark into the black, throwbacks always have to go. (Lucian Throwbacks)
Over at Feministe, another Amanda has valuable things to say about illness and unsolocited advice:

"Often, when someone learns that another person lives with some sort of medical condition, slight or severe, their first reaction is to suggest to that person some way they could make their condition better.

On behalf of all those persons, let me say: Stop.


I heartily suggest you read the entire article, because it's a wonderful bit of cluebat-swinging.

This happens to me all the time in regards to . . . pretty much every complaint I have, from cramps to lycanthropy. I try to be gracious about it because people really do mean well when they offer advice, and because it is sometimes useful. It may also be the only way they can think of to express concern and sympathy, and I try to take it in the spirit in which it is meant. Also, while unsolicited advice might not help me, it might help someone else reading, and I am all for that.

There comes a point at which it becomes genuinely aggravating, though. For example, if people ask me for more personal information (such as asking what drugs I am taking or how long such and so a thing has been going on) just so they can give me advice, that can be annoying. Sometimes I don't mind sharing or explaining because I am very patient like that and I want my friends to understand me and know where I am coming from, but sometimes it really does bother me. I hear the same things over and over, and have to have the same conversations over and over, and have to explain over and over why I am doing or am not doing certain things or why certain things don't work for me -- and people, that is tiring. It has actually kept me from posting about certain things lately, and that's just crazy.

We don't teach sympathy. We teach problem-solving, which is not the same. We ingrain the urge to "fix" people and things, which is fine, except when things and people can't be fixed.

Now, I've been just as guilty as the next person of giving unsolicited advice. I try not to. I try to be aware of this urge and to squish it down hard. I try to find other ways to express my sympathy and concern. In my experience, if people want advice about illness-type things, they will say so. It still happens sometimes. So this is not to say that if you have ever offered me advice, you should be wincing with chagrin. I'm just saying that this is something we all need to try to apply with more care, and if I encounter it from here out and I am not in the mood for it, I'm just going to ignore it politely instead of attempting to respond politely.

This is also not to say that the only solution is to say nothing at all. There is a lot of middle ground there. Saying something like "I've never experienced that, but you have my sympathy, and if you need me to help, I'm here!" is okay. Saying "I don't know what to say, but I care about you!" is okay. I would be so happy if we could all learn to do that a little more often, and problem-solve a little bit less.

If I want advice, I'll totally ask for it.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Wulfenbach)
Wank has exploded on, like, all of the most recent entries in which I state the perfectly obvious.

Some of this has involved trolls, some of it has involved dumbasses, some of it has involved friends attacking friends. Almost all of it has involved people who both have perfectly valid points arguing with one another. Each party then reads the worst of the opposing point of view into the other party's words, and nothing but wank gets made.

I'm sick of this. Not the least because it causes me to lose time I should spend on other things policing a small percentage of y'all.

This is not, primarily, a political journal. This is a personal journal in which I write about things relevant to my interests. As such, all commenters are, essentially, guests in my home. I welcome comments and commenters, I welcome discussion and debate, I even welcome wit and sarcasm and scathing retorts, but I do not welcome drunken brawling in my kitchen.

Rather than kick all y'all out and not allow comments to certain entries, which would be stultifying, or not writing those entries at all, which would be cowardly and counterproductive, I'm instituting a new policy.

This must, sadly, apply to everyone, no matter how much I may cherish you for being a snarky bitch. I strongly dislike doing this. I despise being forced to step in and say to friends that they need to back down. It has, alas, come to that.

Therefore.

Know that I am the sole authority around here. I am a certified dictator. The only rule set in stone is that on this journal, what I say goes. This is my journal, my house, my show. The Morningstar Hall Carnivore Guild Philosophical Salon and Lunar Howling Society is my popsicle stand. I am the alpha and the omega, the first and last word. I decide when and how to apply the rules, and to whom. No list of rules will ever encompass all possible permutations of things that will piss me off. Therefore, the below is not to be considered the final list, but rather, a beginning.

To avoid friends fighting with friends, keep your exchanges civilized. Because I don't expect everyone to know who is a friend or a regular and who is not, and because anyone can occasionally say something right in a wrong way, I am now instituting a version of the three comment rule. Unless the person is a blatant and obvious troll, they get the benefit of the doubt. I'm sick of perfectly wonderful people getting taken apart at the seams by other perfectly wonderful people because of a misunderstanding or minor disagreement. Misdirected wank does nothing to encourage other people to comment, and has been destructive to conversation as a whole.

Don't make it personal. Disagreement and debate are fine. If it degenerates into personal insults and attacks, I will issue warnings, freeze threads, and ban, in that order. Yes. Even if you are my friend, and even if I haven't minded it until now. Sorry.

Ranting and swearing about things in comments here is fine. I do it in my posts all the time. Swearing at people, not just around them, is not okay. You may ask me or other commenters not to attack you personally. You may not tell me or anyone else not to swear at all, and if you're offended by being sworn near, and not at, tough fucking shit. We do not subscribe to bullshit notions of who may and may not employ foul language. More on that in a separate post. That said . . .

Watch it with racist or sexist language. That's got nothing to do with swearing, and everything to do with not feeding into negative cultural ideas about gender and race. If someone says something that pisses you off in this way, let them know about it politely. If someone calls you on it, respond politely. When in doubt, politely state your stance and let it go. I am personally pretty soft on this, but if I step in and say it pisses me off, don't do it again (see rule #1 above).

Off-topic discussions are tolerated at my sufferance. It's important to talk about related issues or raise issues of relevance for discussion, and I'm fine with that provided you do so in good faith and do so in an appropriate and civilized way. If I deem a discussion off-topic, not constructive, or actively damaging, I will close it and I will freeze or screen the thread if I feel I have to. There is a difference between raising off-topic issues for discussion and actually derailing a conversation. In my space, my judgment as to what constitutes discussion and what constitutes derailment prevails.

It is not my job to educate you. I'm okay with a certain amount of that. It's why I write some of the things I do. That said, if your arguments or questions are covered under Feminism 101, I and other commenters may not elect to continue the conversation and instead link you to relevant information. It is not my duty to educate anyone else so that they can participate in the conversation on an informed level; it is their duty to be informed before they join the conversation. I do not want to have the same conversation over and over before I can carry on the conversations I wish to have.

Commenting is a privilege, not a right. If a person disagrees with me or my other commenters, it is their duty to disagree in a civilized fashion, with the awareness that I do not have to provide an outlet for their opinions. I am doing so as a courtesy to a guest.

I bear no ill will toward anyone, none whatsoever. I do not intend to hold actions taken before this announcement against anyone when arbitrating future disputes. Y'all have been granted a pardon for that.

From here out, though, sorry, but it's going to have to be different for a while. I know it's not what you're used to from me, and again, I hate doing it. It is, however, how it's going to have to be.

The vast majority of my commenters are perfectly wonderful people, and this won't change a thing for you. Some of you are perfectly wonderful people who get riled easily, and tend to let both barrels go on a hair trigger. That's fine, I understand that, and I hope you will always be there to put the railspikes to whoever really deserves it, but it's getting pretty difficult to swing a cat in here without hitting wank. My time and patience are pretty limited right now, so if we could keep that to a minimum, using the above as a guideline, that would be great.

To paraphrase Lucian, you're acting like a pack of rabid dogs, and that simply will not do. Put some clothes on, would you?

Link.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Wulfenbach)
Wank has exploded on, like, all of the most recent entries in which I state the perfectly obvious.

Some of this has involved trolls, some of it has involved dumbasses, some of it has involved friends attacking friends. Almost all of it has involved people who both have perfectly valid points arguing with one another. Each party then reads the worst of the opposing point of view into the other party's words, and nothing but wank gets made.

I'm sick of this. Not the least because it causes me to lose time I should spend on other things policing a small percentage of y'all.

This is not, primarily, a political journal. This is a personal journal in which I write about things relevant to my interests. As such, all commenters are, essentially, guests in my home. I welcome comments and commenters, I welcome discussion and debate, I even welcome wit and sarcasm and scathing retorts, but I do not welcome drunken brawling in my kitchen.

Rather than kick all y'all out and not allow comments to certain entries, which would be stultifying, or not writing those entries at all, which would be cowardly and counterproductive, I'm instituting a new policy.

This must, sadly, apply to everyone, no matter how much I may cherish you for being a snarky bitch. I strongly dislike doing this. I despise being forced to step in and say to friends that they need to back down. It has, alas, come to that.

Therefore.

Know that I am the sole authority around here. I am a certified dictator. The only rule set in stone is that on this journal, what I say goes. This is my journal, my house, my show. The Morningstar Hall Carnivore Guild Philosophical Salon and Lunar Howling Society is my popsicle stand. I am the alpha and the omega, the first and last word. I decide when and how to apply the rules, and to whom. No list of rules will ever encompass all possible permutations of things that will piss me off. Therefore, the below is not to be considered the final list, but rather, a beginning.

To avoid friends fighting with friends, keep your exchanges civilized. Because I don't expect everyone to know who is a friend or a regular and who is not, and because anyone can occasionally say something right in a wrong way, I am now instituting a version of the three comment rule. Unless the person is a blatant and obvious troll, they get the benefit of the doubt. I'm sick of perfectly wonderful people getting taken apart at the seams by other perfectly wonderful people because of a misunderstanding or minor disagreement. Misdirected wank does nothing to encourage other people to comment, and has been destructive to conversation as a whole.

Don't make it personal. Disagreement and debate are fine. If it degenerates into personal insults and attacks, I will issue warnings, freeze threads, and ban, in that order. Yes. Even if you are my friend, and even if I haven't minded it until now. Sorry.

Ranting and swearing about things in comments here is fine. I do it in my posts all the time. Swearing at people, not just around them, is not okay. You may ask me or other commenters not to attack you personally. You may not tell me or anyone else not to swear at all, and if you're offended by being sworn near, and not at, tough fucking shit. We do not subscribe to bullshit notions of who may and may not employ foul language. More on that in a separate post. That said . . .

Watch it with racist or sexist language. That's got nothing to do with swearing, and everything to do with not feeding into negative cultural ideas about gender and race. If someone says something that pisses you off in this way, let them know about it politely. If someone calls you on it, respond politely. When in doubt, politely state your stance and let it go. I am personally pretty soft on this, but if I step in and say it pisses me off, don't do it again (see rule #1 above).

Off-topic discussions are tolerated at my sufferance. It's important to talk about related issues or raise issues of relevance for discussion, and I'm fine with that provided you do so in good faith and do so in an appropriate and civilized way. If I deem a discussion off-topic, not constructive, or actively damaging, I will close it and I will freeze or screen the thread if I feel I have to. There is a difference between raising off-topic issues for discussion and actually derailing a conversation. In my space, my judgment as to what constitutes discussion and what constitutes derailment prevails.

It is not my job to educate you. I'm okay with a certain amount of that. It's why I write some of the things I do. That said, if your arguments or questions are covered under Feminism 101, I and other commenters may not elect to continue the conversation and instead link you to relevant information. It is not my duty to educate anyone else so that they can participate in the conversation on an informed level; it is their duty to be informed before they join the conversation. I do not want to have the same conversation over and over before I can carry on the conversations I wish to have.

Commenting is a privilege, not a right. If a person disagrees with me or my other commenters, it is their duty to disagree in a civilized fashion, with the awareness that I do not have to provide an outlet for their opinions. I am doing so as a courtesy to a guest.

I bear no ill will toward anyone, none whatsoever. I do not intend to hold actions taken before this announcement against anyone when arbitrating future disputes. Y'all have been granted a pardon for that.

From here out, though, sorry, but it's going to have to be different for a while. I know it's not what you're used to from me, and again, I hate doing it. It is, however, how it's going to have to be.

The vast majority of my commenters are perfectly wonderful people, and this won't change a thing for you. Some of you are perfectly wonderful people who get riled easily, and tend to let both barrels go on a hair trigger. That's fine, I understand that, and I hope you will always be there to put the railspikes to whoever really deserves it, but it's getting pretty difficult to swing a cat in here without hitting wank. My time and patience are pretty limited right now, so if we could keep that to a minimum, using the above as a guideline, that would be great.

To paraphrase Lucian, you're acting like a pack of rabid dogs, and that simply will not do. Put some clothes on, would you?

Link.
naamah_darling: Glass of tawny port on a table branded with a seven-pointed star. (Port Wine and the Morning Star)
I've noticed a lot of new readers introducing themselves lately, and it occurs to me that there are basic things I assume everyone who reads this blog knows about me. Obviously, new readers may not know this stuff.

Idea stolen from [livejournal.com profile] copperwise, and listed in no particular order.

Ten things I assume you know about me.

1) I write. I have a small list of credits, and am working on acquiring more. The links to the stuff that you can buy or read for free is on the right-hand side of my main journal page. For the most part, I write erotica, and I write it well. I also enjoy sword and sorcery, space opera, and retro sci-fi so dated and unscientific it's actually fantasy. I have also written content for adult websites; basically, porn. I can go on about the weirdness of that job for hours.

2) I am an artist. I make art, which you can see on my website, Morningstar Hall, or in my entries tagged with "art." I don't work in any one particular medium. Sometimes I draw, sometimes I paint, sometimes I make horrible things. I've never been, nor will I ever be, as good as I want to be, but I enjoy myself.

3) I'm married. To Sargon, known as [livejournal.com profile] sargon999, who is also a writer. We met when I was 14, got hitched when I was 18, and are still together these many years later. I also have cats. And snakes.

4) I'm not one for labels, but you'll probably want to know that while I am married to a man, I am capable of feeling attracted to people of all genders. There's no word for what I am. It's complicated. The husband and I aren't exclusively monogamous, though we aren't polyamorous as we are only able to emotionally cope with one relationship at a time. Again, it's complicated. Complicated or not, it's worked for us ever since we started dating. Needless to say, I wholeheartedly support gay marriage. A couple of happily queer dudes cannot possibly make a bigger mockery of marriage than my husband and I have already.

5) I'm childfree. I have known this since I was about six. And yes, there really does need to be a special word for it. None of this means I hate children; I think they're swell, even if I have no idea what to do with 'em besides dress 'em funny. I just don't want any. I've got nothing against parents, either. Y'all have my absolute respect. The fact that I've bowed out because I realize what a difficult job it is should in no way be construed as a condemnation of your way of life. Someone's gotta do it, it just isn't going to be me. I know it would be a bad idea for me to try. And no, I'm not going to change my mind about that. My husband was sterilized in 2006. I am quite possibly naturally sterile. We like it this way.

6) While I love mythology, and would love to believe in a higher power and life after death and all that, I'm probably an atheist. While I do believe some surprisingly primitive and superstitious things, I certainly do not believe in an omniscient, all-powerful, yet universally loving god. I'm not fond of religion in general. I believe unquestioned adherence to religion stunts true spiritual growth and discourages people from reaching their own conclusions about right, wrong, and the purpose of their existence. Faith, as distinct from religion, is enriching and wonderful. That is because faith is something you earn. Faith doesn't bother me. Really, if you want to call yourself a Christian or a Jew or a Wiccan or whatever, I don't really care, as long as you're a decent person who isn't blindly parroting what they've been taught and as long as you aren't trying to fuck over my civil rights and the civil rights of your fellow human beings, and using your religion as the barrel to bend us over. I don't hold the flaws of religion as a whole against individuals, or I try not to. I concede that I probably don't always pull that off. I'm not particularly sorry about that.

7) I'm a feminist. I don't particularly enjoy debate, however, and so I don't allow much of it to occur in my journal. As long as you agree with me on abortion, and the idea that women should be treated as human beings, we can probably get along without sharing the particulars, but I am not obligated to provide you a soapbox for your beliefs.

8) I'm pro-choice. This should go without saying, given that I am a feminist and childfree, but it bears repeating. This stance, to me, includes advocating fact-based sex education in every school, and support for providing every woman with easy access to birth control and emergency contraception as well as abortion. I believe the government should have no say in what a woman chooses to do with her pregnancy. Ever. I'm one of the comparative few who believes that the woman should have the right to abort right up until the moment the baby is born. I can be friendly with someone who is pro-choice but who doesn't agree with me on that single point, but I do expect that you won't give me shit. I'm just advocating that every woman be given the same choice I believe I should have for myself, because that sounds totally fair to me. Now, if you are pro-life -- defined as anyone who believes that abortion should be legally prohibited in any way -- and I find out about it, you can expect to be shunned completely. I don't willingly converse with people who think I'm an animal who cannot be trusted to make complicated moral decisions.

9) I am bipolar, diagnosed in May of 2007. I refer to myself as a lycanthrope, and all of my entries about the subject are tagged "lycanthropy". So when you hear me talking about being a werewolf, this is most likely what I mean. Unless, of course, I really am talking about transforming into a wild animal and eating someone's liver. My PMS entries are tagged with a different label, though.

10) I am fat positive, and I do not put up with shaming of people based on body size, be it fat or thin. I do not put up with obesity epidemic booga booga rhetoric. I personally still have a lot of work to do accepting my own body, but I absolutely believe that treating fat people poorly is wrong, and that nearly everything we think we know about fat and fat bodies is also wrong. I am an advocate of Health At Every Size. I do not believe that fatness alone is indicative of poor health, nor do I believe that anyone would have an obligation to lose weight even if it were. I believe that all people, fat and thin, should educate themselves about the facts surrounding weight and dieting, and to that end, I suggest reading Rethinking Thin, by Gina Kolata, and Junkfood Science, a blog dedicated to revealing the truth about fat and health. The Rotund is a wonderful topical blog, as is Shapely Prose. That should be enough to get you started.
naamah_darling: Glass of tawny port on a table branded with a seven-pointed star. (Port Wine and the Morning Star)
I've noticed a lot of new readers introducing themselves lately, and it occurs to me that there are basic things I assume everyone who reads this blog knows about me. Obviously, new readers may not know this stuff.

Idea stolen from [livejournal.com profile] copperwise, and listed in no particular order.

Ten things I assume you know about me.

1) I write. I have a small list of credits, and am working on acquiring more. The links to the stuff that you can buy or read for free is on the right-hand side of my main journal page. For the most part, I write erotica, and I write it well. I also enjoy sword and sorcery, space opera, and retro sci-fi so dated and unscientific it's actually fantasy. I have also written content for adult websites; basically, porn. I can go on about the weirdness of that job for hours.

2) I am an artist. I make art, which you can see on my website, Morningstar Hall, or in my entries tagged with "art." I don't work in any one particular medium. Sometimes I draw, sometimes I paint, sometimes I make horrible things. I've never been, nor will I ever be, as good as I want to be, but I enjoy myself.

3) I'm married. To Sargon, known as [livejournal.com profile] sargon999, who is also a writer. We met when I was 14, got hitched when I was 18, and are still together these many years later. I also have cats. And snakes.

4) I'm not one for labels, but you'll probably want to know that while I am married to a man, I am capable of feeling attracted to people of all genders. There's no word for what I am. It's complicated. The husband and I aren't exclusively monogamous, though we aren't polyamorous as we are only able to emotionally cope with one relationship at a time. Again, it's complicated. Complicated or not, it's worked for us ever since we started dating. Needless to say, I wholeheartedly support gay marriage. A couple of happily queer dudes cannot possibly make a bigger mockery of marriage than my husband and I have already.

5) I'm childfree. I have known this since I was about six. And yes, there really does need to be a special word for it. None of this means I hate children; I think they're swell, even if I have no idea what to do with 'em besides dress 'em funny. I just don't want any. I've got nothing against parents, either. Y'all have my absolute respect. The fact that I've bowed out because I realize what a difficult job it is should in no way be construed as a condemnation of your way of life. Someone's gotta do it, it just isn't going to be me. I know it would be a bad idea for me to try. And no, I'm not going to change my mind about that. My husband was sterilized in 2006. I am quite possibly naturally sterile. We like it this way.

6) While I love mythology, and would love to believe in a higher power and life after death and all that, I'm probably an atheist. While I do believe some surprisingly primitive and superstitious things, I certainly do not believe in an omniscient, all-powerful, yet universally loving god. I'm not fond of religion in general. I believe unquestioned adherence to religion stunts true spiritual growth and discourages people from reaching their own conclusions about right, wrong, and the purpose of their existence. Faith, as distinct from religion, is enriching and wonderful. That is because faith is something you earn. Faith doesn't bother me. Really, if you want to call yourself a Christian or a Jew or a Wiccan or whatever, I don't really care, as long as you're a decent person who isn't blindly parroting what they've been taught and as long as you aren't trying to fuck over my civil rights and the civil rights of your fellow human beings, and using your religion as the barrel to bend us over. I don't hold the flaws of religion as a whole against individuals, or I try not to. I concede that I probably don't always pull that off. I'm not particularly sorry about that.

7) I'm a feminist. I don't particularly enjoy debate, however, and so I don't allow much of it to occur in my journal. As long as you agree with me on abortion, and the idea that women should be treated as human beings, we can probably get along without sharing the particulars, but I am not obligated to provide you a soapbox for your beliefs.

8) I'm pro-choice. This should go without saying, given that I am a feminist and childfree, but it bears repeating. This stance, to me, includes advocating fact-based sex education in every school, and support for providing every woman with easy access to birth control and emergency contraception as well as abortion. I believe the government should have no say in what a woman chooses to do with her pregnancy. Ever. I'm one of the comparative few who believes that the woman should have the right to abort right up until the moment the baby is born. I can be friendly with someone who is pro-choice but who doesn't agree with me on that single point, but I do expect that you won't give me shit. I'm just advocating that every woman be given the same choice I believe I should have for myself, because that sounds totally fair to me. Now, if you are pro-life -- defined as anyone who believes that abortion should be legally prohibited in any way -- and I find out about it, you can expect to be shunned completely. I don't willingly converse with people who think I'm an animal who cannot be trusted to make complicated moral decisions.

9) I am bipolar, diagnosed in May of 2007. I refer to myself as a lycanthrope, and all of my entries about the subject are tagged "lycanthropy". So when you hear me talking about being a werewolf, this is most likely what I mean. Unless, of course, I really am talking about transforming into a wild animal and eating someone's liver. My PMS entries are tagged with a different label, though.

10) I am fat positive, and I do not put up with shaming of people based on body size, be it fat or thin. I do not put up with obesity epidemic booga booga rhetoric. I personally still have a lot of work to do accepting my own body, but I absolutely believe that treating fat people poorly is wrong, and that nearly everything we think we know about fat and fat bodies is also wrong. I am an advocate of Health At Every Size. I do not believe that fatness alone is indicative of poor health, nor do I believe that anyone would have an obligation to lose weight even if it were. I believe that all people, fat and thin, should educate themselves about the facts surrounding weight and dieting, and to that end, I suggest reading Rethinking Thin, by Gina Kolata, and Junkfood Science, a blog dedicated to revealing the truth about fat and health. The Rotund is a wonderful topical blog, as is Shapely Prose. That should be enough to get you started.

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