Hail Frigga! Lovely Hostess

Posted in Uncategorized on September 15, 2017 by HowlingFire

Hail Frigga!

Lady of the Hall!

Keeper of the Keys!

Keeper of Frith!

In your honor; my Home and Hearth in order!

In your honor; living as an Honorable Woman!

In your honor; a welcoming Host!

In your honor; resources used wisely!

Hail Fulla!

Hail the Handmaidens!

Hail the Ladies!


“Men Without Pants Night”

Posted in Uncategorized on September 9, 2017 by HowlingFire

Yup, it;s that time again!  At my local Goth club, this is an annual event.

For me, this was the first night I went in Drag in public.  Let me tell you, man I looked dapper! (In my head I hear hot)  Black pants, pinstriped jacket, tie, and of course a fedora.  Man, I get hot for a nice hat!

I really liked being out and about, being seen.  I, Hi, my name is Alex, have been  hidden within this being for a long  time. It was a blessing to have ‘come out’ and be welcomed and Loved.

The Yin to Yen, Animus to Anima.                                                                                          (wordpress believes that word is spelled incorrectly, btw. )

>I am a gay man trapped in a woman’s body>  I have said this about myself for many years.  I have also asked, why?  I have come up with a few answers, one,  To Be Humbled.

That for certain I have been int his body.  This soft, voluptuous, breasty, bleedy, creatrix of a body.  It has taught me MUCH!!!  Love, loss, honor, redemption, selfishness, ect ect ect…

I am Woman.  I am Man.

But in this lifetime I live in this Female body and I will honor it and those who have come before and those who come after.    Loving the ride, all the way!

Men in skirts, yes please, and fishnets.

But I really want some sock suspenders….

The Goddess Mokosh by Laura Shannon

Posted in Uncategorized on September 8, 2017 by HowlingFire

A Gem!

Laura Shannon - CopyCandlemas / Imbolc, the midway point between the winter solstice and spring equinox brings with it (in the northern hemisphere) the first signs of awakening spring. Here in Canterbury, southeast England, where I am living this year, the birds are already starting to sing for mates and build their nests. In Celtic pre-Christian religion, Imbolc is associated with the Goddess Brigid / Bride (and the Christian Saint Brigid), but today I suggest we pay a visit to Brigid’s Slavic sister, the Goddess Mokosh / Mokoš, who is also powerfully associated with emerging fertility in the woman, the land and the year.

As well as fertility, Mokosh and Brigid bless and protect women’s crafts and women’s work, and share attributes of healing, motherhood and midwifery. They are both Goddesses of Fate and of destiny: spinning the thread of creation, giving life and cutting the thread, like the Three Fates of Greek…

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Back from the Woods of Maine

Posted in Uncategorized on September 5, 2017 by HowlingFire


I have been offline for two months.  I have only checked in occasionally.  I have been living in my RV in the Western Woods of Maine.

I sit here in the “Tardis’, and outside a storm is pouring down on us.  The heavy rain, the continuous thunder and the startling flashes or lightning is keeping me on my toes….

I look forward to writing here again.

First thing, my experience being away from social media and access to the internet in general, coming soon.


Survivor of Suicides continue on…..

Posted in Uncategorized on July 29, 2017 by HowlingFire

Today is the anniversary of Bubba’s passing, fifteen years ago today. So long….and yet like it was just yesterday.

Our daughter reisded with him, he was the primary residence.  I was living in Portland, I had found a cool roommate, just broken off a four year relationship and was throwing myself into USM culture, classes, working at the Bookstore and the Women’s Resource Center, as well as Chair of the Pagan Students Association and a Student Senator.  I had just joined a roll playing game, was just starting to date again and was looking forward to a different chapter of my life.
I had never stopped loving Bubba.  I was just not well enough to take care of our daughter and myself to stay married to him.  I was pretty messed up when we were married from a previously very abusive relationship.  Bubba was generous, sweet and kind.  These things I was not so used to.
So, I had never given up on the idea that we may get back together…..someday.   He was in the process of his second divorce and looking for a home for him, our daughter, and his son.  We had just talked the night before and he was coming to Portland to pick up our daughter and we could all go out for lunch.   Our daughter was with me for the Summer, staying at the cute bungalow I had rented us rooms in with that cool roommate I mentioned.
It was such a horrible, horrible day.  Not that the coming days, months and years were any less sad.  But I had to tell my daughter her father was dead.
Within weeks I had moved us up north near Bangor, where they were living, and our daughter was going to school.  I stayed with his Mother while I found us an apartment.  I found one, not the safest building, but there wasn’t many choices.
I had left school, my friends, my future to make sure our daughter could keep her friends, be closer to her family and continue in the same school.  I worked hard to make sure she had family and support.
From there on, my goal was her well being.  My only child in so much pain, I could do nothing else.  My life went on hold.

Time Travel

Posted in Uncategorized on July 13, 2017 by HowlingFire


He saves me again……and again….and….

Posted in Uncategorized on July 3, 2017 by HowlingFire