Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

@Oneironott May our skinsuits become increasingly tattered as our true forms burst from their restraints!

@Ulfra_Wolfe@witches.town I'm happy to have you in my life as well, Ulfra. We should get together again sometime.

Good god... I'm actually crying. It's not out of sorrow. It's out of love... All I ever wanted was to make the world a better place. Having these intense emotions welling out of me is a sign that I'm back on the right track. I'm ready to help people again... As I've always wanted to do.

I've hit a jackpot! I found newest edition of The Encyclopedia of Natural Medicine for only 15 bucks at a book exchange! This thing's a beast!

Life is but a forest in a constant state of decomposition and regrowth. Since discovering the postfurry scene and only being here a short while, I couldn't be more thankful to all who've helped me in hastening the progress of my own regrowth.

Now that I've had the time to recenter myself, I look forward to what I can contribute in return. I have a lot of love amd appreciation to give.

As much as I do like LOTR, my favorite movies starring Vigo Mortensen are actually Captain Fantastic and The Road.

@KawaSeadrake Well I'm definitely happy to share whatever knowledge I've accrued. And I know plenty of left anarchists who share the same mindset. My metalworker friend at the arts collective has a wealth of knowledge on gasification in particular. Which is perfect for powering generators and using the leftover biochar for fertilizing soil.

Back in the 1970s, when Earnest Callenbach's "Ecotopia" was released, the term "survivalist" was used to describe back to the land hippies before right wing nutjobs co opted it in the 90s.

Does that make me a "classical survivalist" then?

The particular version I'm talking about is George Amatino's rendition. It's at a slower pace, and I listened to it on my journey all the way up the coast over a year ago. Something about it just reaches into my soul and tears down all of my emotional barriers.

Every time I hear Pachelbel's Canon, I feel such intense emotions... I just want to break down in tears because hearing it makes me wish I was exploring the Oregon Coast again. I need to go back down there soon...

I know things are going right when I can feel the elongation of my snout, the weight of my tail, and the fluttering of my wings.

Decided to work on a refsheet using tan toned paper for an old timey journal feel. The only issue I can think of is the deep yellow on the tummy scales didn't show up as well as I had hoped. https://awoo.space/media/uenXuaqISEq2on9W2YI

@Ulfra_Wolfe@witches.town I can relate. My offer still stands on that walk in the woods tomorrow and my arms are always open.

In retrospect, I've had many pivotal dreams where I've kept the toxic masculine archetypes in check.

The old man I shot in the head after he pursued a young girl at a fair.

Being chased by the fat man from MGS2 only for a chemist in a pharmacy stick him in the neck with a formula that made him explode in barbecue sauce.

The dream where a man broke in, held me down, and I slashed his throat with a bread knife.

It's symbolic in that I'm always fighting to be as genuine as I can.

Out of curiosity, would anyone be interested in starting a dream group? If there was one thing I've always been taught, it's the importance of understanding dreams and the archetypes that are present within them. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in getting together and sharing our experiences and revelations that may come from them?

@KawaSeadrake I meant 1pm tomorrow. Sorry about that!

@KawaSeadrake I'd definitely love to hang out and talk more about it. I'm meeting another dragon at Schmitz Preserve Park at 1pm if you're interested!

It's a reminder that I was never brought up to be a toxic individual. I shouldn't be holding onto the emotional abuse I've suffered at the hands of other men, lest it fester me into one of them. To continue forward and recenter towards my heart instead of my head.

Funny enough, he looked a lot like the asshole I was helping remodel a house last year. Eventually drove off and ditched him like the other contractors he hired.

I killed the toxic side of my masculinity last night. The "thinker" that's always clouding my mind with intrusive thoughts and feelings. Appearing in the form of an evil scientist trying to take over the world of my mind.

He landed his flying craft in front of the boatyard and charged at me one on one. Survival knife in hand, I slashed the bald bastard's throat before shoving it under his chin and right into his amygdala. Just in time for the alarm.