Magna Mater

Magna Mater (Latin, Great Mother): the Redanian Goddess of Light and Motherhood. She’s a lioness with the shiniest mane you’ve ever seen! Her eyes are sunstones. She had to spend her last life fighting not only for her life, but also for her womanhood, and her right to be a mom. Well, she’s a mom now whether transmisogynoirists like it or not [1] [2]! This mom fights demons, devils, angels, gods, ghosts, and anything else it takes to get people out of whatever afterlife they’re trapped in.

“If that’s not where they want to go, they’re coming with me! ‘If the enemy leaves a door open, you must rush in.’ Sun Tzu, The Art of War. Christian God the Father’s angels may be afraid to tread, but my angels are confident and fearless!”

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Reading Where Decay Sleeps Part 1

Many apologies to Anna Cheung, the author who worked very hard on these poems. I’m not a poet and I know it. I’m writing these thoughts as I go so I can process what I’m reading better. Hopefully, others will appreciate them too.

If anybody out there struggles with poetry, you’re not alone. There’s help out there for us. Somewhere. I’ll google it later!

What I’m reading today is the Pallor Mortis (Birth) section of Anna Cheung’s debut anthology of Chinese Gothic horror poetry, Where Decay Sleeps, published by Haunt Publishing. I got this book as part of a kickstarter reward, just so everybody’s clear. While I could write a separate essay based on the sunk-cost fallacy might combine with this fool and my money are soon parted to form a tornado of “I’m loving this book uncritically, I don’t give a damn!” James Stephanie Sterling has a whole video on the topic you can watch instead.

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Forgotten History

Norawarth: Internet social etiquette is also rather complicated, if you think about it. You have to remind your people, who fought a war over fiefdoms’ rights to own slaves instead of abolishing it like their king commanded them to do, that slavery is evil?

Harnor: The internet’s not just America, but yes.

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Reasons Eru Sucks

Context for Middle Earth non-nerds, Eru Ilúvatar is basically the Elves’ Christian God the Father. He created their world, Arda, as well as the Elves and the Humans.

“So, HFE, why don’t you write an essay yelling at Christian God the Father?”

Well, first of all, that would involve cracking open a Bible, which I prefer to do as little as possible these days. Secondly, Eru’s basically the same guy, except he has a name to yell at. Thirdly, how many people are yelling at Eru Ilúvatar? That’s unique! Let’s yell at fictional gods instead! Except Bast. Of course, I love her! Wakandans worship her for being their mom, I worship her for being a cat! Cats are awesome! And cats do not appreciate being yelled at. And most importantly to me, cats are as sociable or as asociable as they please.

Fair warning, suicidal ideation, as well as other mental health issues, is mentioned in the context of one of the effects of solitary confinement.

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Muindyr

Muindyr = Brothers (Sindarin).

Fair warning, there is a mention of rape in Shadow of Chaos’ segment. In the form of “Malog Bal’s a rapist, let’s kill him!” And thus, a rapist was killed.

Another fair warning: a lot of these characters aren’t from happy homes. Because of course they’re not. Who do you think created all of them? Or in the 843rd’s case, co-created them with my dad. I know whenever I talk about my family, it gets heavy, but it’s not all bad. My dad at least tried to engage with my love of storytelling. He did it during car rides, and I helped! They were basically pseudo-DnD sessions. Can you tell a story while driving? I can’t! That’s awesome, don’t you think? My dad’s the reason Beowulf has such a heavily, intentionally biased of view in his own storytelling! Sometimes, you need to be biased. I am biased in favor of ideals. Ideally, yes, I would’ve been born in a body I could live in and a family that loved me; but I know I wasn’t. And who knows? Would I still be this compassionate had I not gone through all this pain? Or would I turn my eyes away from all the suffering in this world? My traumas didn’t make me a stronger person, but I am who am, and I’m proud of who I am, even if I have to hide who I am as much as possible at “home”. I can be more myself in a story.

“In life you must write your own story, or one will be written for you.”

A.J. Garces, illustrator.

We’ve got a lot of storytelling to do. We need to lie to Chu as much as possible! He’s going from a world with zero people at all to a world with a bunch of different people in it! There’s a lot to catch him up on. And we are absolutely not telling him what actually happened between Mahal and Eru!!! He cries at ghost-type Pokémon, who knows what he’ll do if he encounters a ghost-type person?!

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Warfare

Alright, you stupid fuckin’ morons! Our guy’s back on medically mandated rest, but this time, he has energy to do things. What’s he gonna do with it? Host a Let’s Talk about Our Shitty Parents Party! There’s a lot of shitty parents to talk about in Arda. Let’s start with the shittiest non-god parent of the lot: Fëanor―the man who had so many mommy issues that he refused to spend time with his siblings, refused to give the Star Tree Balls back to Yavanna, made all his sons swear an Oath to get them back, rejected all of Nerdanel’s names for their youngest sons, and burned their second-youngest son alive because he wanted to go back to his responsible parent. If you’re going to burn boats, check where all your sons are first!

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