Musings of a Dragonatrix

Before people get pissed by this I'm not talking about those who are proud to be a mother or wife. I'm talking about those who completely have no identity without their men. It is one thing to take an interest in what your partner likes to show an interest in them, but another to identify as it and drop it as soon as they leave. Take my one friend for example. I've known her like 8 years. She is a well meaning near 50 yr old with a huge heart, some emotional issues, and an IQ of around 80 (basically my mom with bi polar). In this time frame she dated: - a white guy from Holland who was intelligent  (lvl 140, 42 pts lower than mine), computer programmer, 16 when they started cybering and 19 by the time they broke up, and gamer. She decides to learn coding, computer building, gaming, and dutch men were the best men on the planet. When he decided it was over because she cybered other dudes she was going to kill herself because he was the love of her life and one true love. ...

Need to revisit this in a few months to make it less ranty: The KKK vs IS image rant: There is a KKK vs the IS image making several passes around social media I'm sure all have seen it by now, a few times. I keep seeing the same string of arguments under it from various sources, they echo the argument I got into with former friends a few weeks ago, and I feel I must address them. I have let myself sit on it all week to calm down and see if I was still as miffed about the last exposure to the string of claims when I stopped being hormonal, and I am. So I will address what I have been seeing in a clinical matter. As usual this will come off as combative, but not to be taken as combative for the Christian friends who it does not pertain to (ie if you have been deemed ok, you are not the ones I'm bitching about). Claim #1- "The KKK is all but wiped out and the Muslim community is not crying out publicly against the IS." OK fine, the KKK is gone for the most part save ...

After a lifetime of torture leading to a series of highly traumatic events I felt myself shatter and split much like you see in the cartoons when the character runs into something. I remember hearing through out my life that I needed to under go a soul shattering, but never found a way to do it in a controlled way so I guess it was done for me in the most violent way possible. There is a process to do it so the person being unmade then remade does not have psychosis, then there was the way it happened for me where it completely takes your mind apart in the process. I had a period of time where I completely lost touch with reality. I would sit on the ground then not be able to trust if it actually was the ground and felt like I was going to fall. I could see my home plane and this world at once and react with both of them; I would duck from the jutting crystals when the path here was clear. I slipped into a serious suicidal fit during this so I would just go home and be done with it. Fi...

Again something told to me once by a former suitor rings in my head. "You are beautiful, rare, and unique like an elusive white rhino. Extremely rare to find in the wild and when you are spotted you are only to be enjoyed in your habitat, not possessed. You deserve only to be free." Every time I come across a good man I tend to hear the same damned things, "you are a good woman, you deserve <insert something they don't think they can give>" or "I will probably hurt you more and you don't deserve that." If I'm such a good woman why can I not get a good man? Why is it the only men who want anything to do with me are the creeps? If I am so damn valuable why does no one see it? As many of my friends notice, I have men throwing themselves at me, but they are not ones of a quality I need or want in my life. The ones who I keep getting are the ones who hear I lost my fiance and go "so want me to come over?" Or who see my friend walk...

or so the bi line reads and the media likes to portray. There is a dark seedy issue in the states that people don't like to talk about so other countries don't really know about. If you are not white and Christian you might as well pretend very well. The Jews seem to do well enough for themselves too. But over all this place is rough if you are of mixed heritage or non-white, and even worse if you are not Christian. There has always been racial tension here since our inception, especially among the hybrids. But the good thing about hybrids is sometimes we can camouflage into demographics to make things easier on ourselves until we're discovered This is an entry from my G+ showing what my experience Tuesday was: So it was brought up earlier about why I had to have a knife on me when I go on the bus. What happened while I was in Compton was more than enough of a show. It was not as extreme as the dick against my ass in Hollywood while waiting for class to start, but ...

This is a venture that vexed me for nigh a month. I kept trying to dig lore specific to Morocco. I refused to accept that a country did not have some depiction of a dragon especially when they have a word for it. I tried every form of "Moroccan dragon" into Google search and even tattoos and it would come back with nothing but Chinese dragons. Even the Arabic henna designs would have Chinese dragons complete with the Chinese kanji. I'm not an idiot, if I'm looking up Arabic henna designs and want a dragon I'm not going to write a Chinese kanji thinking it's Arabic >.> I digressed there for a second, back on topic. I got to looking at the tattoo art and I noticed that there was heavy Indian influence. I also noticed the textile designs and art seemed to line up more with Persian than Egyptian. Egypt is closer so for a second it did not make sense. I started to remember my Comparative Mythology reading and remembered there were common lineages with Vedic...

I know I get some detailed gross dreams, but magnesium just makes them worse. Doing 1500 mg. I was a drakkin working as a teacher's aid in a specialaist training school. I left and went over to the spa. I spot a few friends. As I join them I notice pain in my legs. I veered off to the housing area and into my apt. Wasting no time, I lay down with a chilled blanket over my legs. After a few hours I awoke and noticed more pain. I pulled back the blanket to notice the carapaces of at least 30 long, thin wasp like creatures. They were maybe 1/4" wide. Each had died and ripped a hole into my canvas jeans. I slowly pull them off, the husks hitting the floor in a pile, revealing the horror underneath. Each of the wasps had stung me with massive stingers and left them in the necrotizing wounds. Their venom was so potent that it even ate through our scaling. The stingers varied in size from half to an inch in width and at least an inch long. They had a barbed outter sheath which help...