strange and weird that me not shaving my legs & leaving them in their natural fuzzy state and really never thinking about it is seen as an active choice, and maintaining nakey bald legs with careful weekly upkeep is seen as a default
“The ghost-copy, called Ikol, had neither power nor magic. But what he had was enough – Kid Loki’s ear. With this, he crafted a scheme that would give him control of the godling’s body…
…and cast Kid Loki’s very self – his mind and soul and being – into total annihilation, destroying the child forever.
Perhaps all Lokis must fall into the void, as well.”
Since I let my birth control prescription lapse I haven’t really been keeping track of my menstrual cycle because there is absolutely no chance of pregnancy when you’re not having sex. This is dumb because it means I don’t know when to start taking precautions against underwear stains… and also because I get blindsided by weird mood swings. When I start crying over dumb stuff, like passages from Nietzsche that I didn’t remember and find tragic and moving (while sitting in a conference talk!), I know I must be PMSing.
I’m also getting weirdly rhapsodic in my writing (yes, I’m working on a paper at the back of the room where the conference is going on) and I’ve been really craving hugs.
Loki is the Philosopher King 