A Little About Me

It's easy, oh so easy, to know other people. Their masks they present to you, faults and weaknesses easily seen at first, only to be deepened and aged with knowing. But it is not so easy to know yourself. To truly see your own strengths, and how tall and strong they really are. To know your foundation. To admit your weakness. Weakness that you cannot rid yourselves of, if you even manage to rightfully acknowledge them.

And there I go, waxing poetic without saying a thing.

My name is Luna, or at least it will be in 6 to 8 weeks when my name change application goes through. More like 8 or 9 seeing as I'm sending it out when I get the money too.

I can list all sorts of random facts about myself, from my love of the night sky to my love of tomato and egg sandwiches. But why would I? People are such easy mysteries to unravel. Why would I skip to the middle and end? Was it Miss Scarlet, in the Library with the rope? Perhaps it was. But you'll need to find out for yourself.

Good luck and here's a clue.

I am the most complex person you can ever meet, and that makes me oh so simple. I am willing to do whatever needs to be done, and whatever is wanted to be done, for those I declare family, few as they may be. And I'll do a lot for random strangers too. But should I choose to not count as friend or stranger but rather foe, then out comes the claws and dangerous words. I am not kind when my ire has been raised. Nor sometimes when I just feel the urge.

Perhaps thats more than one clue. Maybe it's three. The Rope, Professor Plum and the Conservatory have been eliminated. Out of this game of chess and clues will you declare what you find? Or will you guess wrongly and have it be your King, not Mr Brody, on the Library Floor.

Ladies and Gents, Trannies and Hermaphrodites....

I want to be a professional writer, which is ironic considering all that comes to mind when I think professional is is well known saying. "Amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic."

Well I certainly hope my Titanic won't sink on it's maiden voyage and maybe last a few, leaving me a well respected and wealthy individual. And hopefully my character's and plots will make it on to their life boats and it is only my burgeoning career that sinks to the icy depths.

As those few who read this may see, and perhaps, months from now, fans who read my archives I may begin taking a different note with my blog. Mixing it up a bit, adding a mixture of stories and memories, with perhaps a dash of a poem or two. Who knows? Maybe even a sprinkling of monologue.

Well ladies and gents, trannies and hermaphrodites, boys and girls, aliens of all foreign genders. (Must be politically correct after all.) I've been told I'm charismatic, let's see if I can bleed a bit of that through the strainer of type shall I?

Prepare... for my new blog.

Prepare... for me.

Prepare... for eternity.

(Dramatic enough?)

Living On The Line Between Life And Death

When we are born, we are born at the edge of a cliff. As children we stare over the edge in fascination. But children do not stay children forever. Eventually, hair grows where it didn't before, our voices change. We change. We may follow that childish curiosity then, hanging over the edge without fear, immortal. Perhaps even diving in.

But soon enough, we grow, we age, we lose our immortality. You shrink back from the edge in horror, seeing only the crashing waves below, and not knowing what shore is underneath it, whether it be deep enough to die, or just below the surface. Not knowing whether it is dolphins or sharks that inhabit these unfamiliar waters. Or, if you were one who took that dive, you pull yourselves out of the water, and crawl, coughing onto the shore, imagining you saw something dangerous in the depths.

And so you crawl, away from the edge and down the most visibly safe path, skirting around holes and never looking over the edge. You crawl down on all fours, fear over taking your senses. You cling to your harnesses, binding you to the ground, holding onto the grasses that you may not fall into the sky.

Perhaps one day, when your hair has grayed, your stature shrunk, and when your lives have passed you by, in a flurry of school and work, you may dip a toe into that shallow end. Perhaps even take a dip, life guards standing over you, flotation devices keeping you from the unknown deep.

And I denounce you. I condemn you. You the living dead, the never alive.

I declaim you because I have not gotten old and grey, I have not bought a house, chosen a husband and given birth to 2.4 children. No. I have just jumped into the water from that cliff edge. I did so not knowing if I would drown or float, and I didn't even know how to swim.

But I am learning now and I know what you who have grown old have forgotten. It is beautiful. Crashing waves and twisted seaweed. Little fish that dart up to you curiously if you stay still long enough. And I will never forget. I am without harness or life guard. And this is how I shall remain. Whether I float into the sky or sink into the deep I will live. And I will die. And there will be moments when I choke on water and am stung by jelly-fish. And that might kill me. But there are moments where I float on the waves and swim with dolphins. And these moments are worth all the world.

I will not forget.

I will live and I will die.

Without fear or regret.

Can you say the same?

A Fatter World

The world is getting fatter. As life goes on, past it's millions of years, the earth itself, changes shape. At times it has been more oblong, one very big egg, but not quite as easy to smash. Sometimes it is more spherical, a basketball of massive proportions. Now, however, the earth is getting more squished, it it wider that is tall. Congratulations people of the world, you made it just as fat as you are getting.

Obesity is a growing concern. As is anorexia, too bad the problem won't shrink away. Two thirds of Canadian Health Care is dedicated towards the problems that are fed by unhealthy eating, Obesity means getting that you eat so badly, your body hates you so much, that you just start getting bigger, and bigger. I'm very surprised no one has exploded yet. As for anorexics, are they supposed to implode?

Obesity causes a variety of health concerns, with diabetes being a huge problem. In 2000, 35% of men, and 27% of woman were overweight, having a Body Mass Index of over 27. Within the last 10 years, that number has greatly increased. $15.6 billion is spent on diabetes, per year. In 2004, 71 people aged 12 to 44 died from anorexia and bulimia. And over 10,000 people died from obesity-related illnesses.

The media constantly bombards people with images of super-thin girls, and really buff guys. Those are the images presented as being the only way of being attractive. The fact of the matter is, different people are attracted to different traits. Many guys do not like twigs, why would there? There’s no pillows for them to hug. Isn’t a teddy bear more comforting than a stick-man? And few people rarely find the obese attractive.

People skills aside, is being thin and ‘pretty’ worth being dead? Or losing your hair? Being constantly cold and bruising at the slightest touch. There is no upside to being fat. Yes, fat. Political correctness has led people to the delusion that killing yourself, and the healthcare system is okay. It’s not. What you save on your grocery bill of Kraft Dinners instead of Veggie Burgers, you more than make up for in health costs. That taxes are paying.

Obese people. Get off the couch and work of those chips. Anorexics. Have some chips.