|What color is your soul painted?
Your soul is painted the color grey, which embodies the characteristics of elegance, humility, respect, reverence, stability, subtlety, wisdom, strong emotions, balance, and cancellation. Grey falls under the element of Water, and symbolizes the moon, tide, ebb and flow.
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Happy 792nd Birthday to Habeas Corpus!
Though you’ve been missing since October… I wish you well, wherever you are!
I’m going to have a few pieces in an upcoming art show in San Francisco this Saturday night! I won’t be there because I have something else going on that night (!) but if you get a chance do try to check it out. It sounds like it will be way cool. (And you can have an opportunity to get one of my framed prints, as well as some other kick ass erotic art, if you’re into that sort of thing.)
You’re invited to Double Delicious, a luscious night of breast worship & erotic art at Art SF!
This will be an unforgettably naughty celebration to honor the release of the book: Destination DD: Adventures of a Breast Fetishist with 40DDs, written by SF Sexpert and breast fetishist, Virgie Tovar.
Date: Saturday, June 16, 2007, 8pm-midnight
Destination: Art SF, 110 Capp St. (1 block from 16th and Mission BART station)
Double Delicious will be hosted by breast fetishist with 40DDs, Virgie. She will lead you through a boobtacular celebration of breasts. Enjoy the breast and butt spanking booth, delicious breast-themed desserts, busty goddesses, breast history, breast-centric erotica readings from Destination DD, very naughty art, music and performances.
Destination DD and other boobie goodies will be on sale at the event.
$5-$15 sliding scale. All entrance fees go to supporting local artists and Art SF. Art SF is a community art space helping keep the local art scene alive in the Mission.
The Show Features Erotic Artists…
Suzanne Rachel Forbes
& Musical Talents…
Tiger Honey Pot
and special guests
I’ve been busily writing down all these exercises that have been dancing around in my brain for years now, as I am finally getting to a place with some of my students where I need to have them written down.
This is a portion of a Black Heart invocatory exercise that I recently wrote. Enjoy, or be reviled. Your choice. 😉
Black Heart Thrum
©2007 Storm Faerywolf
I am happy to announce that I will be participating in the following event:
Feri Intensive Camp
Exploring the Mysteries
of Poetry, Madness & Death
With Anaar, Storm Faerywolf, Michele and Karina
October 4 – 8, 2007
Camp Nawaka, East Otis, MA
Early Registration (before August 15) $300 per person
Late Registration (after August 15) $315 per person
Registration includes Intensive, Lodging and Meals.
Must be received via internet or mail no later than midnight September 19, 2007. No exceptions.
More information and registration available here (51K PDF).
We also created a LiveJournal Community for the Camp, , along with a MySpace Profile
I’ve recently been working on an alternative to the Bloodrose Feri circle that I was taught and so decided to incorporate this poem that I originally wrote back in 1998. One of the verses borrows heavily (like three out of the four lines!) from a poem by Doreen Valiente, but it was just so perfect I couldn’t help it. I have been revising this casting ever since I first wrote it, and just this past week added a new verse (so now there’s seven… I love sevens), changed a couple of lines, and reordered it. Chas recently posted a previous version in his LJ when posting about the faery hounds. In the circle script I will pass on it is listed as an alternative to the (somewhat altered) Bloodrosian version that I received, and has a list of “stage directions” including different energetic instructions/visualizations for the participants to perform at different parts, but here is just the poetic invocation for your amusement.
Invocation of the Circle
©1998-2007 Storm Faerywolf
By Forest dark and standing stone,
By rushing wind and life’s first breath,
By flame that burns the flesh to bone,
By ancient sea, the land of death…
By the Mother and Her Son
Is the circle made and done
Descend the light of Moon and Sun
Our Holy Rite has now begun.
My blade has cast the circle round,
with razor’s edge and bluest flame,
from earth to heavens, sky to ground,
the power comes that has no name.
We summon forth the faery hounds,
From Outer Darkness now draw near,
to prowl beyond the circle’s bounds,
And put intruder’s hearts in fear.
Between the worlds of flesh and Fae,
we touch the Source and form the weave,
a ward to keep the worlds at bay,
that none may enter; none may leave.
This holy ground now lies between
The realm of Gods and mortal men,
By human eye cannot be seen
the faery sight alive within.
As above and so below,
enveloped in a cobalt flame,
the stars that shine, the stones that know,
within we speak Her sacred name.