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Tiggrrl's World

A series of pointless rambles

Name:
Jolly Boots of Doom
Birthdate:
8 December 1972
Website:
Schools:
I am female, I am an activist, I am an artist, I am a mother. I am bisexual, I am vegetarian, I am pagan, I am liberal, I am polyamorous. I am a gardener, I am a reader, I am a cook, I am a cat-lover.

I am not my labels.

I am swirling energy, I am playful, I am serious, I am hausfrau, I am a world-changer, I am fumbling toward apotheosis. I am warm, I am cold, I am open, I am closed, I am striving to overcome fear and pain and live in belief.

I am a point of stability in a constant state of protean flux. I am becoming.

You don't know me.


I'm the kid who ran away with the circus,
Now I'm watering elephants.
But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust,
Dreaming I'm in a suit of light .

Late at night in the empty big top,
I'm all alone on the high wire.
Look she's working without a net this time,
She's a real death defier.

I'm the kid who always looked out the window,
Failing tests in geography.
But I've seen things far beyond just the schoolyard,
Distant lands of exotic dreams.

There're the spires of the Turkish Empire,
Six months since we made landfall.
Riding low with the spices of India,
Toward Gibraltar, we're rich men all.

I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers,
Always held out that time would tell.
Time was talking, but I,
I guess I just wasn't listening.
No surprise, if you know me well.

And as we're walking toward the train station,
There's a whispering rainfall.
Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine,
in the distance the train calls.

I'm this kid who has a habit of dreaming,
Sometimes gets me in trouble too.
But the truth is, that,
I could no more stop dreaming,
Than I could make them all come true.

Whatever else one may choose to add to the definition, love is that state of being in which the beloved's welfare is at least as important as one's own. An emotional state which allows one to cause pain to another for the sake of one's own comfort may be some level of caring, but it can never be love.

"An opportunity for growth," should almost always be translated as, "A pile of shit that gave me new appreciation for how to use a shovel."

All hail Tiggrrl, bringer of cookies, eater of chocolate, incubator of kitten! Bow before her! Her wrath is swift, her cravings unexplainable, she will conquer your spirit. She will eat you alive.

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