Goddess, I Am.

And so dewy Iris flew down from the sky on saffron-colored wings, trailing a thousand different colors across the sun… - From Virgil’s Aeneid

You know what they say: birds of a feather, yada yada yada. Well, everyone knows I'm a strange girl, so it's only perfectly natural that I'm surrounded by strange people. Read the rest of this entry »

For the first time in a long time, I'm breathing. And because I'm breathing, I'm blogging. Read the rest of this entry »

When you love someone, you deify him. To what degree is relative to the extent of your passion. Nevertheless, to you he becomes a god, giving him the power to lord it over you should he so choose. For the most part, a good man wouldn’t – at least, not consciously or maliciously. But almost inevitably, he will, as men are wont to do upon attaining the esteemed status of pseudo-godship - all because he is loved. Read the rest of this entry »