Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

I should buy a skin marker and start tracing the scales from my freckles day I go in to get the lines done.

My favorite song that helps me rev up and get shit done? Rosetta Stoned by Tool. Something about the crazy, fast-talking lyrics of a banana splitting the sky and a blue green Jackie Chan puts my wings in hyperdrive. Now who wants Sunkist with their Sudafed?

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Going on a trip down memory lane... The first months of living in my little spaceship. My personal Serenity. I need to get in rhe habit of taking more pictures of the Connie the Econoline on my future adventures.

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Everyone has a story, and I'm in the process of writing mine. Some already know the story of my overall tragic year, but I'm writing down a full blown memoir with as many details as I can. This is something I need to share with everybody as a way of moving past my trauma and give hope to those who are still suffering from theirs... Because what I've endured this year is something I hope nobody else ever has to experience, and I'd give anything to unsee it.

John Carpenter is my favorite director of all time. They Live also happens to be my all time favorite movie.

After moving to Seattle three years ago, I had tried on the glasses so to speak. Since I moved into a van and started gradually phasing off the grid, they're never coming off. https://awoo.space/media/oG91NiHsihZp5vrGf4c

Given I'm a dragon, what would I hoard? Does it have to be physical? Metaphorically, I hoard experiences. I seek them out in the people I meet and the places I go. Because experiences? Opportunities for growth? They're more valuable to me than any amount of gold in the world.

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.

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

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?

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.