“Well, I am the Lecher Bitch And I wear the X of castigation I am the whore of the extreme I am the heretic And I crave your excommunication Look in my eyes Get a little star struck and a little insane

While I wouldn’t say (as of yet), that the two are intimately connected, there is certainly a link between the two, hence the title of this place. 

... It’s just weird rewatching two of old favorite Disney movies and going 

“You know it’d be real cool if so and so was...”  

So, I’m either going to actually be writing prose and creating characters to fill in blanks. Which, I admit, I’m already doing outside tumblr. 

Me: *rattles every chain, pisses off every government agency, harasses every manager, sends out of every ounce of magick and feasible pagan petition to fix one tiny immovable obstacle*

Me: Fuck it, I'm making my bedroom a tomb until whenever--

The universe: Dude, you did that one thing with the sigil and the candle again. Chill the fuck out.

Me: ...

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>Music

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>Potentially steampunk/cyberpunk/dreadpunk/atompunk... if I ever roll over to that side of tumblr here soon. 

Sometimes, I think the only people who see me as or want me to think I’m anti-social are the people who just refuse to understand me. 

Other times, I wonder if I really do dislike people, even though I’m completely miserable when I’m not actively trying to make a difference out there for others. I do have a need to be something good to other people and I do really wonder why others see me in certain ways. 

Yet, I’m really accustomed to fighting for myself, to being on my own, with only a few select friends and family at my back.

This is the second time in two years that my forceful personality has been used as a means of manipulating me. Well, at least that someone has tried to, the former far more successful than the latter. I used to believe that was a side-effect my being AFAB. I’ve attributed a lot of the toxic treatment I’ve dealt with over the years to that. Now I’m not so sure. If I can be perceived as the right gender, the gender which has no social boundaries toward my force of personality and still be tossed guilt because I “intimidate” people?  Clearly, my assumption that this particular social issue could be cleared by my being honest with myself about my gender identity is clearly not the case. 

Like last time, this is second hand. I’m being thrown guilt by a second-hand party, not the so-called concerned one. What is it about me, when I raise my voice, that unnerves people so? 

I can’t even show a slightest twinge of moodiness or annoyance without being hammered for it. When all the people around me gripe and complain and stew drama about. Why? Apparently, I’m scary. 

I care. I feel everything way too much. I always have. So, I sit there and brood, silently. I assert my boundaries, nothing more. Even that’s too much for certain people.