naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Wolf Woman)
I love [livejournal.com profile] copperwise's [livejournal.com profile] chimera_fancies fairy tale pendants, and I am lucky to own these three:

The True Story Here

Now and then Seanan McGuire, aka [livejournal.com profile] cadhla writes songs using the pendants as prompts, and today she wrote a song for mine.

They'll speak of girls in cloaks like flame;
They'll offer cruel advice.
They'll tell them wolves bring only shame,
Don't listen to them twice;

They'll tell their children, never heed
The things a wolf might say...
They'll tell their woodsmen, 'make them bleed.'
My darling, come away...

They're gnawing bones in the depths of their loathing,
Bitter hyenas who hate what runs free.
Let them be monsters in better men's clothing;
We'll run in shadows, and always run free.
They saw a little girl; leave them to wonder.
Scavengers never see anything true.
We'll run like the lightning, we'll howl like the thunder.
Blood burns like fire, and it always burns through.
Blood is the gift of the wolf, left for you."


Goddamn. Just go read the whole thing.

She shares these songs with everyone as a gift, but the nature of art and beauty is that it always feels personal, meant for you. This one is, for so many reasons, especially dear to me.

Thank you, Seanan. Thanks isn't enough, but thank you.

Guess I have to learn to sing now, huh?
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Wolf Woman)
I love [livejournal.com profile] copperwise's [livejournal.com profile] chimera_fancies fairy tale pendants, and I am lucky to own these three:

The True Story Here

Now and then Seanan McGuire, aka [livejournal.com profile] cadhla writes songs using the pendants as prompts, and today she wrote a song for mine.

They'll speak of girls in cloaks like flame;
They'll offer cruel advice.
They'll tell them wolves bring only shame,
Don't listen to them twice;

They'll tell their children, never heed
The things a wolf might say...
They'll tell their woodsmen, 'make them bleed.'
My darling, come away...

They're gnawing bones in the depths of their loathing,
Bitter hyenas who hate what runs free.
Let them be monsters in better men's clothing;
We'll run in shadows, and always run free.
They saw a little girl; leave them to wonder.
Scavengers never see anything true.
We'll run like the lightning, we'll howl like the thunder.
Blood burns like fire, and it always burns through.
Blood is the gift of the wolf, left for you."


Goddamn. Just go read the whole thing.

She shares these songs with everyone as a gift, but the nature of art and beauty is that it always feels personal, meant for you. This one is, for so many reasons, especially dear to me.

Thank you, Seanan. Thanks isn't enough, but thank you.

Guess I have to learn to sing now, huh?

Thank You.

May. 21st, 2008 06:51 pm
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
Pink Mouse 01

It's a full-time job, being this cute.

Oh, so cute! )

Since a couple folks have asked, I will try to get more pictures of Blackjack. It's just that Jack is so wiggly and so hard to photograph.

They are six weeks old today. They started eating solid food yesterday, and I fed them milk by hand for what might be the last time today, and had a nice long snuggle afterward.

They are almost ready to go. Still small, but altogether functional little beasts. I have to get them to the vet for their shots and so forth, and I have to wait to have my car back to do that because the Blue Ick doesn't have air conditioning, but after that, it's done. Talk about mixed feelings.

I let them out for several hours each day, just closed up in here with me. Yesterday I put crinkly paper all over the floor and let them play in it until they collapsed. Right now they are playing king of the hill on top of their crinkly play tube, which mostly involves falling off of it, since it rolls. Tomorrow I will probably bring out the box of packing peanuts for them to burrow in. Everything delights them. They are still so new.

I want to thank everyone who donated to help me care for these little guys -- and for Grace, too. It has covered my expenses, and I think it may even leave a little extra for other needy kittens at my vet's office.

Not all of you were readers back when I was having problems with the evil bitch down the street, so not all of you will rememeber Joey.

I wasn't able to save him. I did what I could, and it didn't work, and I couldn't even get that whorecow charged with anything. That has been a thorn in my side ever since. I helped Grace, though, and I have helped these little darlings. That in no way reduces the pain I feel when I think of poor Joey's drenched and dying little body, but it makes me feel less helpless, which makes the remembering slightly more bearable. I cannot undo what happened to him, and I can't even punish the bitch responsible. I couldn't really help him. But I can offer help to other babies who need it.

Now I have some happy beginnings to offset Joey's unhappy story. Note I do not say happy endings, because this isn't an ending. They are getting the chance that Joey didn't get, the chance to actually have a story. This isn't just because of me, who has fed and cared for them, and it's not just because of Dr. Omed, who pulled them out of the ductwork; it's because of you guys, who helped so much, just a little at a time. If you hadn't helped out, I couldn't have done it. I would've had to turn them over to an already-strained shelter system, leaving less room for others.

They are just baby cats, and they don't know to thank you. So I'll do it. Thanks, y'all, for helping me do the right thing. They really needed it, and on some level, so did I.

Thank You.

May. 21st, 2008 06:51 pm
naamah_darling: A tiny week-old tabby kitten with her paws raised and her eyes half-closed. (Kittens)
Pink Mouse 01

It's a full-time job, being this cute.

Oh, so cute! )

Since a couple folks have asked, I will try to get more pictures of Blackjack. It's just that Jack is so wiggly and so hard to photograph.

They are six weeks old today. They started eating solid food yesterday, and I fed them milk by hand for what might be the last time today, and had a nice long snuggle afterward.

They are almost ready to go. Still small, but altogether functional little beasts. I have to get them to the vet for their shots and so forth, and I have to wait to have my car back to do that because the Blue Ick doesn't have air conditioning, but after that, it's done. Talk about mixed feelings.

I let them out for several hours each day, just closed up in here with me. Yesterday I put crinkly paper all over the floor and let them play in it until they collapsed. Right now they are playing king of the hill on top of their crinkly play tube, which mostly involves falling off of it, since it rolls. Tomorrow I will probably bring out the box of packing peanuts for them to burrow in. Everything delights them. They are still so new.

I want to thank everyone who donated to help me care for these little guys -- and for Grace, too. It has covered my expenses, and I think it may even leave a little extra for other needy kittens at my vet's office.

Not all of you were readers back when I was having problems with the evil bitch down the street, so not all of you will rememeber Joey.

I wasn't able to save him. I did what I could, and it didn't work, and I couldn't even get that whorecow charged with anything. That has been a thorn in my side ever since. I helped Grace, though, and I have helped these little darlings. That in no way reduces the pain I feel when I think of poor Joey's drenched and dying little body, but it makes me feel less helpless, which makes the remembering slightly more bearable. I cannot undo what happened to him, and I can't even punish the bitch responsible. I couldn't really help him. But I can offer help to other babies who need it.

Now I have some happy beginnings to offset Joey's unhappy story. Note I do not say happy endings, because this isn't an ending. They are getting the chance that Joey didn't get, the chance to actually have a story. This isn't just because of me, who has fed and cared for them, and it's not just because of Dr. Omed, who pulled them out of the ductwork; it's because of you guys, who helped so much, just a little at a time. If you hadn't helped out, I couldn't have done it. I would've had to turn them over to an already-strained shelter system, leaving less room for others.

They are just baby cats, and they don't know to thank you. So I'll do it. Thanks, y'all, for helping me do the right thing. They really needed it, and on some level, so did I.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
I offer you this, in case you haven't seen it already.

California judge strikes down gay marriage ban.

That makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It's not finished, not by a long shot, but I have hope that I'll see the end of this bullshit in my lifetime.

I'm not gay. I am married to a man. I have been married to him for almost thirteen years. That is why I know that legalizing gay marriage is the only right thing to do. Because it is not fair that I can be married under the law, while others can't. It is not fair that I am protected, and others are not.

A while back, a New Jersey State Commission report found that civil unions "fail gay couples."

The interim report is here. It is fascinating reading.

A basic summary of the points it found in favor of gay marriage as opposed to civil unions is as follows:

1. For the overwhelming majority of civil union couples who testified, the federal Employment Retirement Income Security Act, commonly known by its acronym ERISA, is the reason employers have given for not recognizing their civil unions.

2. In Massachusetts, a marriage equality law has prompted many employers to provide equal benefits to same-sex wives or husbands.

3. The testimony presented by many civil union couples indicated that their employers continue to discriminate against them, despite their familiarity with the law.

4. Civil union status is not clear to the general public, which creates a second-class status.

5. The Civil Union Act has a deleterious effect on lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and intersex youth and children being raised by same-sex couples.

6. Many witnesses testified about the unequal treatment and uncertainties they face during a health care crisis, particularly in hospital settings.

7. Institutional interaction with civil union couples has been less than optimal.

8. Testimony indicates that the Civil Union Act has a particularly disparate impact on people of color.

9. The requirement that same-sex couples declare civil union status, a separate category reserved for same-sex couples, exposes members of the United States military to the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy.

10. The classification of civil union may place marital status in question when one of
the partners is transgender.


I think that about sums it up.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Gay Apocalypse!)
I offer you this, in case you haven't seen it already.

California judge strikes down gay marriage ban.

That makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It's not finished, not by a long shot, but I have hope that I'll see the end of this bullshit in my lifetime.

I'm not gay. I am married to a man. I have been married to him for almost thirteen years. That is why I know that legalizing gay marriage is the only right thing to do. Because it is not fair that I can be married under the law, while others can't. It is not fair that I am protected, and others are not.

A while back, a New Jersey State Commission report found that civil unions "fail gay couples."

The interim report is here. It is fascinating reading.

A basic summary of the points it found in favor of gay marriage as opposed to civil unions is as follows:

1. For the overwhelming majority of civil union couples who testified, the federal Employment Retirement Income Security Act, commonly known by its acronym ERISA, is the reason employers have given for not recognizing their civil unions.

2. In Massachusetts, a marriage equality law has prompted many employers to provide equal benefits to same-sex wives or husbands.

3. The testimony presented by many civil union couples indicated that their employers continue to discriminate against them, despite their familiarity with the law.

4. Civil union status is not clear to the general public, which creates a second-class status.

5. The Civil Union Act has a deleterious effect on lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and intersex youth and children being raised by same-sex couples.

6. Many witnesses testified about the unequal treatment and uncertainties they face during a health care crisis, particularly in hospital settings.

7. Institutional interaction with civil union couples has been less than optimal.

8. Testimony indicates that the Civil Union Act has a particularly disparate impact on people of color.

9. The requirement that same-sex couples declare civil union status, a separate category reserved for same-sex couples, exposes members of the United States military to the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy.

10. The classification of civil union may place marital status in question when one of
the partners is transgender.


I think that about sums it up.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
I was reminded this morning that in all the chaos and foofaraw that though I updated the original post, I forgot to give you an important piece of good news:

Pirate Grace did indeed go home with an absolutely wonderful woman on Saturday, and I have received an email from her new mom that states that Grace fits in with their family as though she were born there. It was an email so full of obvious love that I got all sobby.

I knew from the get-go that this lady was Good People, and had no qualms at all about sending Grace home with her. It was clearly meant to be. Grace has settled in and is getting royally spoiled, as she deserves.

Thank you to everyone who donated to help me with her vet bills and boarding. And thank you, especially, to everyone who spread the word, because it was exactly that which did the trick: the friend of a friend of a friend thing.

She has a safe and wonderful home, sleeps on the bed with her new mommy, has a couple of docile canine companions to bully, and two very loyal human servants. She could not have asked for more, and I could not have asked for more for her.

I couldn't have done it without you. It was the right thing to do. Thank you for helping me do it.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kitty Love!)
I was reminded this morning that in all the chaos and foofaraw that though I updated the original post, I forgot to give you an important piece of good news:

Pirate Grace did indeed go home with an absolutely wonderful woman on Saturday, and I have received an email from her new mom that states that Grace fits in with their family as though she were born there. It was an email so full of obvious love that I got all sobby.

I knew from the get-go that this lady was Good People, and had no qualms at all about sending Grace home with her. It was clearly meant to be. Grace has settled in and is getting royally spoiled, as she deserves.

Thank you to everyone who donated to help me with her vet bills and boarding. And thank you, especially, to everyone who spread the word, because it was exactly that which did the trick: the friend of a friend of a friend thing.

She has a safe and wonderful home, sleeps on the bed with her new mommy, has a couple of docile canine companions to bully, and two very loyal human servants. She could not have asked for more, and I could not have asked for more for her.

I couldn't have done it without you. It was the right thing to do. Thank you for helping me do it.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
I've been sitting on this for roughly ever, but here's the news:

I've got a piece coming out in Weird Tales.

Yes, Weird Tales.

It's not fiction, so my name doesn't yet go on the list of beloved genre writers who've contributed short stories to its various incarnations.*

It is, however, about lycanthropy. About being bipolar. About learning what you are, and learning to accept it.

Walking With the Beast will be published under the magazine's new Weirdism nonfiction column, and will appear in issue #348.

"It was scary, being a werewolf’s child. My mother was a creative woman with a very animal ability to find delight in the strangest of places. She was fearless and full of adventure. But sometimes she became savage. Then it wasn’t hard to see the fur and fangs. Domesticated life in the midwestern suburbs—two kids, two cars, and dinner on the table at seven — didn’t suit her. She tried, but it made every day of her life into a struggle against her own nature. Like trapped creatures often do, she lashed out. Sometimes when the pressure became too much she would run away for hours, days at a time. As she grew older, a kind of caged sadness came over her. I never doubted that she loved me, but being her daughter was not easy, especially because I am a werewolf, too.

"The signs were there from my first hour. It was a full moon when they cut me from my mother. I was grinning and covered with fine, wolfish hairs. A skittish, quiet, grubby child, I felt more kinship with animals than with other children, and something in me inspired an almost preternatural friendliness in anything carnivorous and furry.

"Humanity’s strange history gives us tales of feral children raised by wolves, like the wild boy of Aveyron. But there I was, the inverse, something wild raised to be like a human child. . . ."


There's more, of course, but you'll have to buy to read.

I am so jazzed, and very much hoping that this piece finds its way to someone who really needs the gift of a good metaphor.

I heartily encourage you to get yourself a copy, or buy one for the werewolf in your life.

"But," you say, "my bookstore doesn't carry genre magazines because they're a bunch of tooth-sucking Philistines!"

Well, you're in luck!

For about the next week, if you subscribe now, you'll still be able to get that issue – #348 – as your first issue. After that, you should be able to get it through back issues.

The fabulous news is that it could not come at a better time. Right now, they're running a three-issue trial run for only $10. That would be worth every penny even if I weren't appearing. I mean, seriously, dude, it's Weird Tales!

I'm going to be in Weird Tales. Holy crap.

My major thanks to Stephen, and also to those of you who helped me find my way into this thing -- albeit by accident. You know who you are, my little loups-garous.

* H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, Fritz Leiber, C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, Robert Bloch, Ray Bradbury, Tanith Lee, Brian Lumley, Frank Belknap Long, August Derleth. . . .
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Alpha Female)
I've been sitting on this for roughly ever, but here's the news:

I've got a piece coming out in Weird Tales.

Yes, Weird Tales.

It's not fiction, so my name doesn't yet go on the list of beloved genre writers who've contributed short stories to its various incarnations.*

It is, however, about lycanthropy. About being bipolar. About learning what you are, and learning to accept it.

Walking With the Beast will be published under the magazine's new Weirdism nonfiction column, and will appear in issue #348.

"It was scary, being a werewolf’s child. My mother was a creative woman with a very animal ability to find delight in the strangest of places. She was fearless and full of adventure. But sometimes she became savage. Then it wasn’t hard to see the fur and fangs. Domesticated life in the midwestern suburbs—two kids, two cars, and dinner on the table at seven — didn’t suit her. She tried, but it made every day of her life into a struggle against her own nature. Like trapped creatures often do, she lashed out. Sometimes when the pressure became too much she would run away for hours, days at a time. As she grew older, a kind of caged sadness came over her. I never doubted that she loved me, but being her daughter was not easy, especially because I am a werewolf, too.

"The signs were there from my first hour. It was a full moon when they cut me from my mother. I was grinning and covered with fine, wolfish hairs. A skittish, quiet, grubby child, I felt more kinship with animals than with other children, and something in me inspired an almost preternatural friendliness in anything carnivorous and furry.

"Humanity’s strange history gives us tales of feral children raised by wolves, like the wild boy of Aveyron. But there I was, the inverse, something wild raised to be like a human child. . . ."


There's more, of course, but you'll have to buy to read.

I am so jazzed, and very much hoping that this piece finds its way to someone who really needs the gift of a good metaphor.

I heartily encourage you to get yourself a copy, or buy one for the werewolf in your life.

"But," you say, "my bookstore doesn't carry genre magazines because they're a bunch of tooth-sucking Philistines!"

Well, you're in luck!

For about the next week, if you subscribe now, you'll still be able to get that issue – #348 – as your first issue. After that, you should be able to get it through back issues.

The fabulous news is that it could not come at a better time. Right now, they're running a three-issue trial run for only $10. That would be worth every penny even if I weren't appearing. I mean, seriously, dude, it's Weird Tales!

I'm going to be in Weird Tales. Holy crap.

My major thanks to Stephen, and also to those of you who helped me find my way into this thing -- albeit by accident. You know who you are, my little loups-garous.

* H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, Clark Ashton Smith, Fritz Leiber, C. L. Moore, Henry Kuttner, Robert Bloch, Ray Bradbury, Tanith Lee, Brian Lumley, Frank Belknap Long, August Derleth. . . .
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
In which I fangirl ridiculously about getting my Lucian jacket.

Feel free to transcribe. I'll be busy. Naked and busy. With leather!

MINE!

naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
In which I fangirl ridiculously about getting my Lucian jacket.

Feel free to transcribe. I'll be busy. Naked and busy. With leather!

MINE!

naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
Well, I am a confirmed uber-dork. Looky what I won on ebay! Lucian's leather jacket from the first Underworld movie. At this moment, no happier fangirl exists on earth. Seriously. I have so much love for him. Naughty puppy love.

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] speakerwiggin, for pointing the auction out to me.

Please, [livejournal.com profile] greenjeanz, don't hate me. I promise to let you sniff it or roll on it or whatever you want to do with it.

There was a fight over it at the last minute, but I won. And I'm paying for it with money I made writing bondage ass porn. Sometimes life is just too sweet. Ah, happy, happy, happy! I must now go do the werewolf dance of joy!

(At the writers' meeting. I'm totally late.)
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
Well, I am a confirmed uber-dork. Looky what I won on ebay! Lucian's leather jacket from the first Underworld movie. At this moment, no happier fangirl exists on earth. Seriously. I have so much love for him. Naughty puppy love.

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] speakerwiggin, for pointing the auction out to me.

Please, [livejournal.com profile] greenjeanz, don't hate me. I promise to let you sniff it or roll on it or whatever you want to do with it.

There was a fight over it at the last minute, but I won. And I'm paying for it with money I made writing bondage ass porn. Sometimes life is just too sweet. Ah, happy, happy, happy! I must now go do the werewolf dance of joy!

(At the writers' meeting. I'm totally late.)

PWNED.

May. 5th, 2006 05:32 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (BTiLC Lo Pan)
We're back!

The doctor says the vasectomy went really well. Sargon says it wasn't too bad at all, and is currently watching the Justice League kick the shit right out of some goddamned Martians. He also claims not to be feeling any pain.

And that's all I have time for right now, since I'm on step-and-fetch it duty for a while, but I'd like to thank everyone for their advice and for their kind words. It appears that the painful part, at least, is done.

I'll be catching up slowly over the next couple days, so if I miss something, forgive me. And now, I must go switch out the frozen peas and watch cartoons with my husband.

PWNED.

May. 5th, 2006 05:32 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (BTiLC Lo Pan)
We're back!

The doctor says the vasectomy went really well. Sargon says it wasn't too bad at all, and is currently watching the Justice League kick the shit right out of some goddamned Martians. He also claims not to be feeling any pain.

And that's all I have time for right now, since I'm on step-and-fetch it duty for a while, but I'd like to thank everyone for their advice and for their kind words. It appears that the painful part, at least, is done.

I'll be catching up slowly over the next couple days, so if I miss something, forgive me. And now, I must go switch out the frozen peas and watch cartoons with my husband.

Whoa.

Apr. 7th, 2006 02:05 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SexyII)
I was wondering why all of a sudden my pants fit looser and I could once more see the articulation of my ribcage above my stomach muscles when I stand at attention to dance.

I've lost three pounds.

It's only been a week and change since I started exercising again full-blast.

Three pounds.

Must be that stupid diet and exercise crap. Wow.

Seriously, I am so glad this is working -- after I blew my leg out last year, I got diagnosed with the hypothyroid thing, and was pretty much unable to exercise to any meaningful degree from last April on. My wonky thyroid was already making to be tough to lose weight, and not being able to exercise didn't help. I put on a total of twenty pounds. That's a pretty appalling backslide.

Now I'm back to exercising, and have quit with the comfort food. I've been peeling it off since the beginning of this year, and with what I've lost as of today I've only got another ten pounds to go before I'll be within wiggle room of "healthy." I expect that'll take weeks, that this was just the initial burn, but it still feels great.

My leg will take it, so I've been going for an hour most days, two or three times longer than I used to. Still can't get away with weight-bearing exercises that flex that joint, but the dance seems to be tightening that up by itself.

I'm terrified that by announcing this I'll be damning myself to gaining it back or something, but I just have to share. I feel so much better it's not even funny. I really have not been happy about not fitting comfortably into any of my clothes, it's demoralizing not to look your best, and I've physically felt like crap from not getting enough movement or good food.

Fuck. I hardly know how to act. GOOD health news, for once. Huzzah!

Whoa.

Apr. 7th, 2006 02:05 pm
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (SexyII)
I was wondering why all of a sudden my pants fit looser and I could once more see the articulation of my ribcage above my stomach muscles when I stand at attention to dance.

I've lost three pounds.

It's only been a week and change since I started exercising again full-blast.

Three pounds.

Must be that stupid diet and exercise crap. Wow.

Seriously, I am so glad this is working -- after I blew my leg out last year, I got diagnosed with the hypothyroid thing, and was pretty much unable to exercise to any meaningful degree from last April on. My wonky thyroid was already making to be tough to lose weight, and not being able to exercise didn't help. I put on a total of twenty pounds. That's a pretty appalling backslide.

Now I'm back to exercising, and have quit with the comfort food. I've been peeling it off since the beginning of this year, and with what I've lost as of today I've only got another ten pounds to go before I'll be within wiggle room of "healthy." I expect that'll take weeks, that this was just the initial burn, but it still feels great.

My leg will take it, so I've been going for an hour most days, two or three times longer than I used to. Still can't get away with weight-bearing exercises that flex that joint, but the dance seems to be tightening that up by itself.

I'm terrified that by announcing this I'll be damning myself to gaining it back or something, but I just have to share. I feel so much better it's not even funny. I really have not been happy about not fitting comfortably into any of my clothes, it's demoralizing not to look your best, and I've physically felt like crap from not getting enough movement or good food.

Fuck. I hardly know how to act. GOOD health news, for once. Huzzah!
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Give Blood)
My dad always used to donate blood through the Red Cross when I was little, and I always thought it was really awesome of him. Once he explained to me that the blood that saved my mother's life during all her surgeries came from volunteer donors, I decided I was going to donate as soon as I was old enough. For years, I couldn't do it, because I was too anemic. I promised that once that was no longer an issue I would start going, because my dad can't anymore. His health and medical history keep him from it.

I mean, I have basically the perfect blood history. My history is squeaky clean. I should be donating. So I gave my first bag of whole blood today, and while I was there I met an 80-year-old donor who has given almost fifty gallons of blood over his sixty-year donation career.

Sometimes, people are just amazing.

Ray, my hat is off to you.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Give Blood)
My dad always used to donate blood through the Red Cross when I was little, and I always thought it was really awesome of him. Once he explained to me that the blood that saved my mother's life during all her surgeries came from volunteer donors, I decided I was going to donate as soon as I was old enough. For years, I couldn't do it, because I was too anemic. I promised that once that was no longer an issue I would start going, because my dad can't anymore. His health and medical history keep him from it.

I mean, I have basically the perfect blood history. My history is squeaky clean. I should be donating. So I gave my first bag of whole blood today, and while I was there I met an 80-year-old donor who has given almost fifty gallons of blood over his sixty-year donation career.

Sometimes, people are just amazing.

Ray, my hat is off to you.

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