Sister Salvation

"I am not the woman with whom to fuck."

Jaguar of Asheville, old enough to know better and young enough to get away with it.

This is my journal; there are many like it but this one is mine. I don't censor myself and I generally don't tolerate bullshit or willful stupidity, but I also don't keep it friends-locked for the simple reason that I don't think my life is that interesting. I don't post any state secrets, and I don't have much to hide. Feel free to come in and have a look around. If something bothers you, stop reading. I friend journals that are interesting to me, but anyone is welcome to friend me back.

I paint miniatures. I write stories. I talk to the voices in my head. Sometimes they talk back to me. I sew, I man the shipping desk at my extended and excessively large family's craft store. I prefer happy over rich, although I'll take happy and comfortably well off over having to choose. As long as I have my boy and my kitties, a roof over my head and food on my plate, a working computer and an internet to talk to all my friends and waste what little free time I have, I'm pretty much set. And my music. I must have a soundtrack by which to live my life.

This userinfo isn't quite what I wanted it to be, but what in life is? I imagine it'll get updated as things change, hopefully for the better. I'm still the goddamn Jaguar, and those of you who want to know me can get to know me as easily by reading my journal as any other way. I'm rude, crude, and only occasionally socially acceptable, but I am house trained. Speaks seventeen languages readily, and is subject to gout. Creatures of night, brought to light.

"I wrote these notes at home, when I had a good deal of time to myself and thought no one would notice what I was doing. Everything I have seen and felt is included. Since much of it might appear malicious and even harmful to other people, I was careful to keep my book hidden. But now it has become public, which is the last thing I expected. One day Lord Korechika, the Minister of the Centre, brought the Empress a bundle of notebooks. 'What shall we do with them?' Her Majesty asked me. 'The Emperor has already made arrangements for copying the "Records of the Historian".' 'Let me make them into a pillow,' I said. 'Very well,' said Her Majesty, 'You may have them.'"

-- The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon

"My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool indeed is he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! My manner of thinking stems straight from my considered reflections; it holds with my existence, with the way I am made. It is not in my power to alter it; and were it, I'd not do so. The manner of thinking you find fault with is my sole consolation in life; it alleviates all my sufferings in prison, it composes all my pleasures in the world outside, it is dearer to me than life itself."

-- The Marquis de Sade
Letters

"If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you."

- Henry Rollins