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Two Trees / a mythology & Methos origin story


When Adam roamed between the trees, looking for leaves to cover his shame, the serpent slid fast and silent towards the other tree. Knowledge wasn't enough for him; the eye-opening experience of gaining a mind, an awareness, the moment of turning from beast to sentient - he'd already done that. He wanted more.

He knew that soon enough, shit would hit the fan. He crawled, slid, slipped quickly up the branches and sank his sharp, elongated teeth into the sweet fruit.

They were both kicked out, of course. But all man had was toil, sweat and tears; all he could look forward to was childbirth and then death. The serpent, now nothing more than a myth, walking on two legs, had neither to expect, to live for. Only immortality to regret.

"Perhaps the distinction between Highlander and Lowlander has not been very rigidly kept, but that need not trouble none but the pedants, who are notoriously lacking in the sense of humour, and by that token ought not be peeping into these pages."

~19th Century disclaimer: an introduction to In the Highlands


Dude. That's ff.net classic: "Oh, we didn't bother with research, but if that bugs you, then you suck and are no fun".

Cult of the Severed Head: Exploring severed heads in art and history.

Say, does anyone know House of Cards / To Play the King / The Final Cut?

I haven't posted about it so far. I guess I hoped it would all go away.

It didn't.

The Gay Pride Parade, already cancelled several times for various excuses (yes, excuses, not reasons), is going to be this Friday. There are people rioting, setting things on fire, throwing rocks at drivers and at cops. They threaten to murder and abuse all gay people who will march in the parade. Last year three people were stabbed. This year, there will be more protest, and more armed maniacs.

This is hardly mentioned in the world news. Here's one link with several sub-links on the same page. (thanks, medelle)

This is a war; we fight for our right to live, to live openly, to live happily.

Tell that to all your friends. Yell it from the rooftops.

Don't let this be the norm.

Today, my Coming Out Day is dedicated to Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, a guy who didn't quite fit in a closet, and it clipped his wings.