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As you know, gentle readers, I have a Patreon. I have a small group of supporters there to whom I am very grateful, but of course, I’d like to have more. (Because we all want more cheerleaders for our work, and more money.)
In particular, I’d like to have more supporters who donate $25 per month, which is the highest tier of patronage I have right now. What, I thought, can I offer people to make it worth their while to give me that chunk of change?
How about fiction in progress? Would you like to see a first-draft work of original fiction inspired by mythology as it gets written? For over two years, I have been writing a story about a romance between Antinous the Beautiful Boy and Melinoe, the mysterious daughter of Hades and Persephone whose conception and birth I chronicled in the story “A Distinguished Visitor from the North” (available as an e-book from Amazon). The unfinished draft has been lying fallow for a while, but I plan to begin working on it again soon. When I do, I will offer completed sections of the story on Patreon, but only to patrons at the $25 tier.
Look for a teaser for the story here and at Patreon in the near future!
I’ve relaunched my Patreon with three tiers of support and the promise of patron-only blog posts, excerpts from works in progress, a look at original fiction before it’s published elsewhere, and probably pictures of my bird helping me write. If you’ve liked my writing here, or my fanfiction, even the lowest tier of support will make a difference to me. Check it out and please boost the signal!
Every so often, there’s a blow-up in pagandom, like an unexpected geyser in Yellowstone or the stirring of a long-dormant volcano. It’s a sudden explosion of willful ignorance, of fear and hatred, of gatekeeping and exclusion. It poisons the atmosphere for a while, and somebody has to clean it up; that somebody is not usually the people who caused it.
We’ve had a blow-up of Trans Exclusive Radical Feminism in the past week, accompanied by gender intolerance. Trans Exclusive Radical Feminists don’t like being called TERFs, but no English speaker will use multiple syllables when an acronym will do. They’re TERFs. They exclude people. They refuse to respect trans folk.
So I have to clear the atmosphere and state unequivocally that whatever contributions people may have made twenty, thirty, even forty years ago, if right now they are expressing fear and hatred toward trans people and saying we should exclude them, then they’re not contributing anything useful or wholesome to the pagan community. No matter what books of yours I read when I was a teenager, no matter how much you influenced me then, you are not my elder if you are pushing away a woman because she was identified male at birth.
The same goes for any self-identified elder or authority who wants to exclude people on the basis of any other form of gender identity or gender expression, or of race, or ethnicity, or on the basis that they belong to a non-pagan religion and there can be no peace between (Muslims or Christians or whatever) and Real Pagans. All they are doing is poisoning the atmosphere for the rest of us.
The people of Antinous have always been queer, been transgender, been gay and lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual. The people of Antinous in ancient times came from Egypt, Greece, Italy, Spain, Anatolia, and all over the Roman Empire. The city of Antinous that Hadrian built in his honor was a place of diversity and mingled cultures and multiple languages and many gods. The Naos Antinoou, the Antinoan cultus of which I am a Magistrate and Mystes, honors this ancient tradition and strives to do better still. Everyone is welcome among us except for those who insist on excluding others.
So I hope that sufficiently clears the air. Now I’m going to have breakfast. *dusts hands, walks away*
As you may know, Bob, I’ve been on unpaid leave for two weeks now because my employers fear the bedbugs in my apartment the way medieval Europeans feared lepers, bubonic plague, and intelligent heretics. Tired of waiting for something to happen, I went in person to HR this morning after seeing my therapist.
Things… did not go well. They refuse to pay me for leave that they ordered me to take, because I have no accumulated leave. Unless I can declare my life bedbug-free by July 27th, my employment will “become inactive”. A new level of euphemism has been achieved here: What they mean is that they will fire me for having a bedbug problem, in the city with the highest number of bedbug infestations in the country.
The best deal they can offer me, apparently, is to take a disability retirement, based on my knee problems and my ongoing depression. I’m going to get on the paperwork for that.
Meanwhile, I still have to vacate my current apartment by July 31st… just that now I have to do it with no income and no savings.
I invite you to donate to my Ko-fi if you can, but also! I can offer my services as a writer and editor.
- For $25 I will write a prayer, hymn, or other ritual text to your specifications.
- I will edit/beta read non-fannish writing, fiction or nonfiction, for $10/page.
Thank you in advance for any help you can give, and that includes prayers and good mojo.
Gentle readers, I’m facing a quick move from my apartment to a new place, hopefully not far away. Funds are short because health issues have caused me to lose time at work. If you’ve been following my writing, I’d appreciate your good mojo, and a little donation if you have a few bucks: ko-fi.com/mtodd