Aaaaaaaand FIRE.

I take so many freaking pictures of fire dancers/breathers/etc. This is only the tiniest surface scratch, and not the best I've ever taken. There will surely be more.

The legendary Sneaky McFly:

Andor:

Chris A.:

Julia:

And little me, the least skilled of the lot:

Logos Music Intro

I really, deeply regret that I don't have a good photo of the abso-fucking-lutely beautiful costume and makeup job I did on Andor for his CD release back in March.

This one is from Genesis 2012, a horrible trance festival late this past April that Andor was asked to play sortof last minute. IMHO, he and Jessie Spainhour (and a couple of others who played during the daytime) were by far the most interesting things happening. I think that I'm a hopeless case for my friends' attempts to convert me to the gospel of psy-trance. Ain't he sexy?

There should be plenty more of these in my future since I am taking it upon myself to be his personal fashion/image consultant, publicity assistant, and general rock star-in-the-making sidekick. I've been with a lot of musicians and aspiring artists of different sorts, but never one I so completely believe in. His talent, focus, and sense of adventure all make this guy someone I want to follow around and help however I can, hopefully for the rest of my life.

Check him out at logosmusic.net. Alternately, if you're lucky enough to be headed to Burning Man this year, you can catch his set around 1:00 am Saturday (or as most of us calculate, Friday night) on the Esplanade at the Sacred Spaces camp. He'll also be touring with Clan Destiny Circus later this summer. I'm not sure about show dates just yet, but that's okay because nobody reads this blog anyway!

Adventures with Face Paint

Here are a few things I've done in the last couple of months. First, Miss Katy:

And Taija:

And Andor:

And Phill:

These are some of the photos I got too frustrated to finish posting yesterday. This catches us up a tiny bit more...

Returning After So, So Long.

Let's skip all the formalities about how I haven't written in this journal for a very long time. A lot has happened, so let's get straight to summary.

I've been living in Asheville again for three years now. David and I broke up last year and will be finalizing our divorce soon. It was complicated for a while, but now it's not.

I finally quit smoking.

I am now almost eleven weeks pregnant with my boyfriend Andor's child. How and why we decided to have a baby is another story entirely. It's weird news to tell anyone who knows me well since I had NEVER wanted children before I met him. Anyway, we're prepping for this next adventure a little bit every day.



What made me think about returning to writing here is the fact that I am headed to Philadelphia next weekend for a very unique sort of...um...vacation. I expect to have photos and stories to share from my experiences at the Occupy convention, where Clan Destiny Circus will be performing on the street and campaigning for the Circus Party.

I am psyched.

I was going to post a bunch of photos of things I've been up to, but Blogger fucked up my formatting and I am so frustrated I can't really deal with it again. I'll be back soon.

Magic Lantern from Poopscape Projects: Me Gustaaaaaa.

I want to do this project on some sort of plastic or glass lampshade.

To Begin Again?

I am toying with the idea of starting back up with this blog. But I am afraid. That is all.

It's Not That I'm Mad at Christianity. Really.

Most of the time, I feel like it never hurt me. I usually think of it, completely without malice, as this funny little inoffensive thing that people believe in, like Santa Claus. I remembered just now, though, that what seems like a silly fantasy that helps people sleep at night can actually affect laws and people's notions of civil rights. Seen in this light, Santa Claus grows a pair of bloody fangs and starts mouth-breathing and looks a lot scarier and weirder.

Y'all Evangelical Christians can be so batshit crazy, so publicly, and somehow get away with it. It's amazing to watch it happen in the media. I mean, your leaders can get on national television and say things that make about as much sense as "ALL HAIL SANTA'S SECRET FLAMINGOES!" and people will actually listen, light their torches, and get super motivated to go do something about this serious lack of secret flamingoes in Santaland RIGHT NOW!

Which brings me to what inspired this little monologue: I just watched Jesus Camp, and I shuddered to think of the ways in which the scenes are familiar. I was so young and impressionable then. *sigh* Yes, it's true. Most folks don't know this about me-I sortof block out the memory, for the most part-but I have to come forward as a former Evangelical. Given, I was a preteen who was looking for something to fill a void in my boring rural life with excitement, intensity, and a feeling of spiritual connectedness, and I got just that. But I can't deny that for a couple of years, a young, intellectually feeble version of me--but me, nonetheless!--chose to be a part of a church just like the one in that kooky documentary. Here is the trailer:



(Pause: I don't mean to offend any of y'all Rocky Mount churchy sorts who have for some reason facebook friended me. You know I peaced out of that place with a brazen heretical swagger, so I'm sure you could expect this.)

But seriously. Church on the Rise and that other Pentecostal Holiness place we went before that were Ab. So. Lute. Ly. BONKERS. Evangelism, like LSD, can interfere with one's sanity after prolonged exposure. I was lucky to put it down before it took up residence in my prefrontal cortex. I hope you all escaped before it turned your rational faculties to jelly too.

Does the sweet gay guy in denial still play keyboard, I wonder? I hope he's out of the closet by now. Poor guy. Hey, but who knows...if that guy can think he's straight because God wants him to be, then maybe I can make myself into a flamingo by believing I am one! Flamingoes are awesome! And PINK!

And maybe they live on a secret magical island with Santa...and maybe we should base political decisions on this story! Yeah! Grab your torches, children of Claus! We'll smash their microscopes and telescopes and weather vanes so they won't be distracted from the TRUTH of the Lord Claus! We are in a war for validation!

Jesus would laugh at you. Or maybe spank you with cruel relish. If he weren't dead, that is.