Remnant leather pouch. Key charm. Athame and pendant. Plaited leather and charms.
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MY STORY In 1994 I was 11 years old. I lived in a suburb of Logan City, Brisbane, with my mother and father. I was in year seven at a public primary school. That year I caught an intestinal pathogen from ingesting faeces, perhaps from one of my pets. The symptoms I experienced from it were severe intestinal irritation and difficulty passing stools. These symptoms did not go away but remained constant, by the end of year seven I had realised something was wrong. Before the end of the school year my parents moved to the rural fringe of Logan City where it borders Beaudesert Shire. The house was on the highway and had no close neighbours. I lost contact with the children from the old suburb, save one. In 1995 I was sent to year eight at a local public high school. I changed schools for year nine and ten in 1996 and 1997. In 1998 I had just turned 15, that year I chose to apply and enrol in a Certificate II in Fine Art at The Bremer Institute of TAFE, Inala and Ipswich. In 19...
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT INCEL I am not a heterosexual Incel. I am a confident homosexual with a very satisfying sex life thank you. I don't want anything from women, I am attracted to men. The only thing I think I deserve for being civil to women is the right not to be harassed by women. I am no expert about relationships between men and women. My (homo)sexuality is in the minority. If I was forced to give a reply to the issue of Incel I would use the opportunity to point to the importance of healthy early childhood development, loving families, and benevolent communities. And an education system should value qualitative experience, emotional development, and experiential learning not only academia and work readiness.
ALL OVERCOME The sun goes down in a blaze of fire The moon keeps spinning the Earth Tide breathes in and out on a line Wind is unceasing like breath Two by two the animals enter the tomb The pyramid shines like ivory in the dunes In dances the shadows are veils unsewn Bodies in the warm dark entwined like runes My spirit has flown across the land Across mountain and valley, and seas Through hunger, dread and darkest fear A thousand trials to rest my head on home shores All overcome
CULTURE JAM SELFIES Let’s culture-jam selfie culture, everyone post your WORST photo. See if we can shake up everyone's insecurities about their self-image, some good might come out of it. Maybe that terrible angle makes you look more human? Fragile, vulnerable... REAL. Accept that you can't control what other people think of you. And who cares what they think anyway? The most important thing is to be healthy, safe, and comfortable being who you are. Yes, it’s a bad photo, but people are more than photos. Peace to you all. Seriously.