Due to excessive speculation in recent months regarding the “true identity” of my spirit companion, I’ve decided to finally, at long last, spill the beans, come clean, expose the skeletons and air the dirty laundry. The identity of my spirit companion is . . .
Okay. Having let the issue stew in a little back-burner pot for a couple of weeks now, I think I can conclusively say that I am not Otherkin of any stripe. My factors: I don’t feel “wrong” in a human body. I don’t feel nonhuman at all, in fact, except that I feel out ofContinue reading
This morning I found out that a good friend of mine lost his job and that the mother of another good friend died last night. These are both “real life” friends. In my observation, bad news comes in threes — one may come alone, but if there’s two, there’s going to be a third. SoContinue reading
Occasionally, things in my life happen twice. It’s an anomaly I’m still trying to figure out. (Edit: This one turned out to be simply mistaken identity, which is a relief. It usually isn’t so simple to solve.) It first happened in the 1980s when a favorite actor, Will Sampson, died of a heart attack. ThenContinue reading