Flirt at the Nami’s Party:Aizen-Myoo
God of love, especially worshipped by prostitutes, landlords, singers and musicians. He has a third eye above his other eyes on his forehead and a lion’s head in his hair.
God of thunder. To quiet him as a child, the gods carried him up and down a ladder, explaining the approaching and receding sound of thunder.
‘Divine Lord of the Middle Heavens’ and god of the Pole Star.
Shinto goddess of the sun and the leader of the Shinto pantheon. She was known as ‘shining heaven’ and the Japanese Emperors claimed to be descended from her.
God of evil, his name means “August Star of Heaven”.
Gods of heaven who live ‘above’ the earthly plain. They are heavenly and eternal.
Shinto water goddess.
God sent to rule the earth. Killed by the sky god Takami-Musubi.
“Imaginary Friend” who Helps Maloni overcome her “nightmares”(premonitions):Baku
A good spirit, known as the ‘eater of dreams’. He brings good fortune by eating the nightmares of those who call on him. Seen as a creature with a lion’s head, tiger’s feet and a horse’s body.
Goddess of love, the arts, wisdom, poetry, good fortune and water. Originally a sea deity, he became the patroness of the rich and the arts. She is seen as a beautiful woman riding a dragon. In her eight hands she holds a sword, a jewel, a bow, an arrow, a wheel and a key. Her other two arms are folded in prayer.
A kami which is related to particular geographical area, and protects those living in the area.
Sun goddess of the Ainu. She was originally the moon goddess, but after one night of watching the adulterous behaivors of the people below, she begged the sun god to trade places with her.
God of the wealth of the sea, he is the patron god of fishermen and fishing. He is pictured holding a fish and a fishing pole. Anything washed up on the shore could be Ebisu, including a corpse.
The boat-spirit, she is a goddess who protects and helps mariners and fishermen.
God of marriage. He binds the feet of lovers with a red silken cord.
God of war and agriculture, and the divine protector of the Japanese people.
God of the earth.
Goddess of the earth.
God of the morning sun. Guards the health of little children.
God of happiness, laughter and the wisdom of being content. Seen as a jolly fat man carrying a linen bag full of precious things, including children. He is the protector of the weak and small children.
The spirit of anger and envy which harms.
Both a male and female deity, Inari is the god/goddess of rice and agriculture.
God of the seashore.
Primordial god of the sky and the creator of everything good and right. With his wife Izanami he created the first of the Japanese islands.
Primordial goddess of the earth and darkness. With her husband Izangi she helped create the first of the Japanese islands. Died in childbirth and became goddess of the Underworld and the dead.
Japanese god of fire.
Goddess of thunder, known as the Thunder Queen and the Heavenly Noise.
Goddess of metals.
Goddess of luck and beauty, she is the patron of song and dance and protector of the Geishas.
Buddhist goddess of compassion and protectoress of children.
Ancient tree deity and goddess of the kitchen. She lives in an enoki tree.
Sakura (in the Spring)Ko-no-Hana
The Blossom Princess, she is the goddess of spring and the one who makes the flowers blossom.
Queen of heaven, goddess of the light, sun and moon.
Goddess of royalty.
Matckmaker at Nami’s Party:Musubi-no-Kami
God of love and marriage. Appears as a handsome (and ardent) young lover.
Buddhist god of sunshine and good health.
Rice god and ancestral god of the Japanese imperial family.
God of the sea.
God of the sea. known as the Dragon King.
God of the kitchen. He is pictured with three faces and two pairs of hands.
The silent sage, the wisest and first appearance of Buddha on earth. Shaka corresponds with the Hindu Shakyamuni
Primordial sky god and creator of living things in Shinto belief.
Goddess of autumn.
Goddess of earth, food and agriculture.
Goddess of grain.
God of the moon and brother of the sun goddess Ameratsu.
Shinto goddess of joy and happiness.
Japanese house god.
Sakura ( most of the year):Yama-no-kami
Goddess of the hunt, forest, agriculture and vegetation.
The soul or spirit of Japan.
The Snow Queen or goddess of winter.
The Hindu gods are a colorful and variegated community and their number
is enormous. The average non-Indian is not a little baffled by this variety
and enormity of number. This little document is an effort to gently introduce
the Hindu pantheon to the non-Indian (read American) populace.
First of all the Divine Trinity :
1. Brahma : the god of Creation :
He is usually depicted as a four faced, hoary, old man
with a flowing white beard seated on a lotus flower. He is
one deity you won’t find anybody worshipping or any temples
2. Vishnu : the god of Sustenance :
He is perhaps the most colorful of all the gods with very
many incarnations. He is also known by many different names
(a list of some of those can be found in the glossary at the end).
He is usually depicted as reclining on a huge coiled serpent with
his consort serving him at his feet. He is also a four handed deity
with a mace in one hand a conch in another and a spinning disc on
a finger of yet another.
3. Maheshwara : the god of Destruction :
He is ususally depicted sitting in meditation, his locks
matted atop his head with a crescent moon decorating it, an eye
in the middle of his forehead, a serpent coiled around his neck,
a trident beside him.
These physical descriptions are for you to recognise a picture or
idol of one of these deities when you see one. Do not be hasty to imagine a
grotesque image of the Hindu deity from the above descriptions.
Each of these trinity of gods is associated with a divine consort,
herself a goddess.
1. Saraswati : the consort of Brahma : goddess of Knowledge.
She is usually depicted sitting on a swan, playing a veena
(an Indian stringed instrument).
2. Lakshmi : the consort of Vishnu : goddess of Wealth.
She is depicted sitting on a lotus gold coins showering
out of her blessing hands.
3. Parvati : the consort of Maheshwara : goddess of Valour.
Other distinguished divinities are :
1. Vinayaka : the lord of Prosperity .
He is also the lord of “Vighna”s i.e “unexpected problems”. So he
has to worshipped first before any auspicious ceremony/event can begin.
He is a well feared and widely worshipped god. He has the face of an
elephant and how it happened to be is a very interesting story but some
other time may be ..! He is the son of Maheshwara and Parvati. His
birthday is celebrated with much pomp and gaiety all over India.
Huge colourful idols are made and worshipped in a public place in every
locality for 12 days after which the idols are taken out in a procession
and immersed in a nearby pond or lake.
2. Kali : The fierce form of goddess Parvati. She assumes this fearsome form to
kill some wicked demon. She is a many handed deity with various weapons
adorning each hand. She is depicted as red eyed with her dark red tongue
put out as if to devour the demon’s blood. Occasionally she is shown piercing
this demon with a trident holding him down with a leg.
3. Rama : One of the 10 incarnations of Lord Vishnu, Rama is an epic hero. His
life story forms the epic Ramayana, written by Sage Valmiki. He is the
embodiment of virtue : the Perfect Man, the Perfect husband, the Perfect
brother, the Perfect king, the obedient son. He is believed to have taken birth
to kill the demon king Ravana. Any further description of him would entail
the telling of the Ramayana. This Perfect One is depicted usually with his
wife Sita and his obedient brother Lakshmana and his great devotee, the monkey
Hanuman at his feet.
4. Hanuman : This great devotee of Rama is himself a deity. He is a very mighty,
intelligent, knowledgeable monkey minister to a monkey king Sugriva. He is
said to have been born with the divine influence of Lord Maheshwara. His
childhood pranks make a very interesting story. He is purported to be the
deathless one and a bachelor. Worshipping him is said to give one the strength
to fight off evil. There are many traditional style gymnasiums in India
which are named after him, where the practitioners also worship him.
5. Krishna : This deity is another incarnation of Lord Vishnu and is the key figure
in yet another epic of India namely the Maha Bharata. He is much more colorful
and mystical than Rama. He performed many miracles all through his lifetime
and his childhood episodes are very interesting. Among other things he was a
known lurer of women, prankster etc. Maybe I should include a couple of
documents more to tell those stories. He is also regarded as the person who
gave the Bhagavad Gita (the Divine Song) that magnificent philosophical guide
to the world.
6. Shanmukha : He is the younger son of Maheshwara. He is the commander in chief of the
Divine Army. He is supposed to have been conceived for demolishing the Demon king
Tarakasura. He is depicted atop his vehicle viz. a peacock, holding a spear in
To be continued.
A list of alternate names for these deities :
(By no means to be considered exhaustive or accurate. Each deity usually has
a long list of names (108 or 1008 etc) composed by some devotee or described
in the puranas most of which are lengthy descriptive phrases. Some times the
various names are associated with either various incarnations or particular
physical features. You will find that most Indian (hindu) names come from these!)
1. Maheshwara : Siva, Sankara, Nataraja, Rudra, Parameshwara, Ishwara, Hara, Shambhu
2. Vishnu : Narayana, Hari, Narasimha, Narahari, Vittala, Panduranga, Venkateshwara
3. Krishna : Keshav, Madhava, Govinda, Sridhar, Vasudeva, Shyam, Murari, Giridhar, Gopal,
Murali(dhar), Venu(gopal), Giridhar
4. Vinayaka : Ganapati, Vighneshwara, Ganesha, Gajanana
5. Shanmukha : Muruga, Subrahmanya, Kumaraswami
6. Parvati : Uma, Chandi, Kali, Durga, Bhavani, Annapurna, Shakti, Jagadamba, Ishwari, Shyamala
Hel: Ruler of the kingdom of death, the Prose Edda describes her as half-black, half-white (she is sometimes seen as half-rotting, half alive) and of grim and unmistakable appearance. Her name may originally derive from the buried slab-rock grave-chambers of the Stone Age. The Hel-word is known to all branches of the Germanic speech, and clearly very old, but there is some question as to whether the goddess was recognized as an independent person before the Viking Age. The Prose Edda, probably suffering from semantic contamination (the use of the English word Hell for the frightful Christian after world), describes her hall as full of horrors, but older sources make it rather pleasant, and indeed a close reflection of the idealized god-house seen in descriptions of Valhall (Hel and Odin have much in common, in fact). The specialization of the Germanic afterlife into the glorious Valhall where the chosen battle-dead go and the hideous Hel where everyone else ends up is probably a product of Christian influence on the retelling of Norse god-lore; our earlier sources offer far more options (going to the hall of the deity to whom one is closest, dying into a hill or rock where the other ghosts of one’s family dwell, remaining as the guardian of a stead, being reborn in a child who bears one’s name and/or lineage), and the name Valhall does not become specialized for Odin’s hall until the middle of the tenth century, when it is probably a description rather than a proper name. There is no evidence for the worship of the goddess Hel in elder times, but there are several folk who work with her today. Also called Hella.
Freya: Freya is probably the best-known and best-loved of the goddesses today. Her title simply means “Lady,” her original name is not known. Freya is the “wild woman” among the deities of the North: free with her sexual favors (though furious when an attempt is made to marry her off against her will); mistress of Odin and several other gods and men; skilled at the form of ecstatic, consciousness-altering, and sometimes malicious magic called seidhr; and chooser of half the slain on the battlefield (Odin gets the other half).
Freya’s chief attribute is the necklace called Brisingamen, which she bought from four dwarves at the price of four nights of her love. This necklace is sometimes seen today as embodying her power over the material world; the necklace has been the emblem of the earth-goddess since the earliest times.
This goddess drives a wagon drawn by two cats, perhaps large forest-cats such as lynxes, and is seen today as the patron goddesses of cats and those who keep them. As a battle-goddess, she also rides on a boar called Hildisvini (Battle-Swine).
Like Odin, Freya is often a stirrer of strife. As Gullveig (“Gold-Drunkenness”), she came among the Aesir to cause trouble. She was stabbed and burnt three times, but arose from the flame each time; through this torment, she transformed herself into Heith (“the Glorious”), mistress of magic, in a typical shamanic initiation. This also seems to have started the war between the Aesir and the Vanir.
Freya is sometimes seen as a fertility goddess, but there are no sources suggesting that she was called on to bring fruitfulness to fields or wombs. Rather, she is a goddess of riches, whose tears are gold and whose “daughters,” in the riddle-poetry of the skalds, are precious objects. However, the giants are always trying to take her away from the gods, and it is clear that this would be a great disaster: she was obviously known to be the embodiment of the holy life-force on some level. Perhaps because of this, Wagner gave her some of Idunna’s attributes, making her the keeper of the golden apples without which the folk of Asgard would wither and die.
Old Norse Freyja, Old English Freo, Modern German Frau, Wagnerian Freia, Modern English Frowe.
Earth:Identified as a giantess, mother of Thor by Odin, she is often referred to in poetry as “Odin’s bride”. The traces that have survived of the worship of the personified Earth herself show that she was honored by the Germanic people, though not active in tales. Old Norse Jörð.
Easter:the English name of an continental Germanic Heathen goddess of spring, whose memory proved so enduring in Saxon England that the christian springtime feast was eventually called by her name. The hare may have been her holy beast. Anglo-Saxon Eostre; Old High German Ostara.
Holda: A goddess known through German folklore, her name means “the Gracious One”. She has much in common with Frigga, being the patroness of spinners and the keeper of social order, especially enforcing taboos about working on holy days. She is also said to be the keeper of the souls of un-baptized (or sometimes simply young) children, and women who want to bear children ask for them at her well. Holda also appears at times as the leader of the Wild Hunt. According to one tale, it was she who taught humans how to plant and process flax. When it snows, Holda is supposed to be shaking out her feather-bed.
Calliope (Chief of the muses and muse of epic poetry)
Euterpe (muse of lyric song)
Clio (muse of history)
Erato (muse of erotic poetry)
Melpomene (muse of tragedy)
Polyhymnia (muse of sacred song)
Terpsichore (muse of dance)
Thalia (muse of comedy and bucolic poetry)
Urania (muse of astronomy)
Yuki-onna (雪女, Yuki-onna? snow woman) is a spirit or yokai found in Japanese folklore. She is a popular figure in Japanese animation, manga, and literature. Yuki-onna is sometimes confused with Yama-uba (“mountain crone”), but the two figures are not the same.
Yuki-onna appears as a tall, beautiful woman with long hair. Her skin is inhumanly pale or even transparent, causing her to blend into the snowy landscape (as she is most famously described in Lafcadio Hearn’s Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things). She sometimes wears a white kimono, but other legends describe her as nude, with only her face, hair, and pubic region standing out against the snow. Despite her inhuman beauty, her eyes can strike terror into mortals. She floats across the snow, leaving no footprints (in fact, some tales say she has no feet, a notable feature for many Japanese ghosts), and she can transform into a cloud of mist or snow if she is threatened.
The Yuki-onna, being associated with winter and snowstorms, is said in some legends to be the spirit of an individual who has perished in the snow and cold. She is at the same time beautiful and serene, yet ruthless in her killing of unsuspecting mortals. Until the 18th century, she was almost uniformly portrayed as evil. Today, however, stories often color her as more human, emphasizing her ghostlike nature and ephemeral beauty.
In many stories, Yuki-onna reveals herself to travelers who find themselves trapped in snowstorms and uses her icy breath to leave them as frost-coated corpses. Other legends say that she leads them astray so they simply die of exposure. Other times, she manifests holding a child. When a well-intentioned soul takes the “child” from her, he or she is frozen in place. Parents searching for lost children are particularly susceptible to this tactic. Other legends make Yuki-onna much more aggressive. In these stories, she often physically invades people’s homes, blowing in the door with a gust of wind, to kill them while they sleep (though some legends require her to be invited inside first).
Exactly what Yuki-onna is after varies from tale to tale. Sometimes she is simply satisfied to see her victim’s death. Other times, however, she is more vampiric, draining her victims’ blood or “life force”. She occasionally takes on a succubus-like manner, preying on weak-willed men in order to drain or freeze them through sexual intercourse or a kiss.
Like the snow and winter weather she represents, Yuki-onna has a softer side. She sometimes lets would-be victims go for various reasons. In one popular Yuki-onna legend, for example, she sets a young boy free due to his beauty and age. She makes him promise to never mention her again, though, and when he relates the story to his wife much later in life, his wife reveals herself to be none other than the snow woman. She reviles him for breaking his promise but spares him yet again, this time out of concern for the children she has born him (but if he dares mistreat their children, she will return with no mercy. Luckily for him, he is already a loving father). In a similar legend, Yuki-onna melts away once her husband discovers her true nature.
In a village of Musashi Province (1), there lived two woodcutters: Mosaku and Minokichi. At the time of which I am speaking, Mosaku was an old man; and Minokichi, his apprentice, was a lad of eighteen years. Every day they went together to a forest situated about five miles from their village. On the way to that forest there is a wide river to cross; and there is a ferry-boat. Several times a bridge was built where the ferry is; but the bridge was each time carried away by a flood. No common bridge can resist the current there when the river rises.
Mosaku and Minokichi were on their way home, one very cold evening, when a great snowstorm overtook them. They reached the ferry; and they found that the boatman had gone away, leaving his boat on the other side of the river. It was no day for swimming; and the woodcutters took shelter in the ferryman’s hut,–thinking themselves lucky to find any shelter at all. There was no brazier in the hut, nor any place in which to make a fire: it was only a two-mat  hut, with a single door, but no window. Mosaku and Minokichi fastened the door, and lay down to rest, with their straw rain-coats over them. At first they did not feel very cold; and they thought that the storm would soon be over.
The old man almost immediately fell asleep; but the boy, Minokichi, lay awake a long time, listening to the awful wind, and the continual slashing of the snow against the door. The river was roaring; and the hut swayed and creaked like a junk at sea. It was a terrible storm; and the air was every moment becoming colder; and Minokichi shivered under his rain-coat. But at last, in spite of the cold, he too fell asleep.
He was awakened by a showering of snow in his face. The door of the hut had been forced open; and, by the snow-light (yuki-akari), he saw a woman in the room,–a woman all in white. She was bending above Mosaku, and blowing her breath upon him;–and her breath was like a bright white smoke. Almost in the same moment she turned to Minokichi, and stooped over him. He tried to cry out, but found that he could not utter any sound. The white woman bent down over him, lower and lower, until her face almost touched him; and he saw that she was very beautiful,–though her eyes made him afraid. For a little time she continued to look at him;–then she smiled, and she whispered:–“I intended to treat you like the other man. But I cannot help feeling some pity for you,–because you are so young… You are a pretty boy, Minokichi; and I will not hurt you now. But, if you ever tell anybody–even your own mother–about what you have seen this night, I shall know it; and then I will kill you… Remember what I say!”
With these words, she turned from him, and passed through the doorway. Then he found himself able to move; and he sprang up, and looked out. But the woman was nowhere to be seen; and the snow was driving furiously into the hut. Minokichi closed the door, and secured it by fixing several billets of wood against it. He wondered if the wind had blown it open;–he thought that he might have been only dreaming, and might have mistaken the gleam of the snow-light in the doorway for the figure of a white woman: but he could not be sure. He called to Mosaku, and was frightened because the old man did not answer. He put out his hand in the dark, and touched Mosaku’s face, and found that it was ice! Mosaku was stark and dead…
By dawn the storm was over; and when the ferryman returned to his station, a little after sunrise, he found Minokichi lying senseless beside the frozen body of Mosaku. Minokichi was promptly cared for, and soon came to himself; but he remained a long time ill from the effects of the cold of that terrible night. He had been greatly frightened also by the old man’s death; but he said nothing about the vision of the woman in white. As soon as he got well again, he returned to his calling,–going alone every morning to the forest, and coming back at nightfall with his bundles of wood, which his mother helped him to sell.
One evening, in the winter of the following year, as he was on his way home, he overtook a girl who happened to be traveling by the same road. She was a tall, slim girl, very good-looking; and she answered Minokichi’s greeting in a voice as pleasant to the ear as the voice of a song-bird. Then he walked beside her; and they began to talk. The girl said that her name was O-Yuki ; that she had lately lost both of her parents; and that she was going to Yedo (2), where she happened to have some poor relations, who might help her to find a situation as a servant. Minokichi soon felt charmed by this strange girl; and the more that he looked at her, the handsomer she appeared to be. He asked her whether she was yet betrothed; and she answered, laughingly, that she was free. Then, in her turn, she asked Minokichi whether he was married, or pledge to marry; and he told her that, although he had only a widowed mother to support, the question of an “honorable daughter-in-law” had not yet been considered, as he was very young… After these confidences, they walked on for a long while without speaking; but, as the proverb declares, Ki ga areba, me mo kuchi hodo ni mono wo iu: “When the wish is there, the eyes can say as much as the mouth.” By the time they reached the village, they had become very much pleased with each other; and then Minokichi asked O-Yuki to rest awhile at his house. After some shy hesitation, she went there with him; and his mother made her welcome, and prepared a warm meal for her. O-Yuki behaved so nicely that Minokichi’s mother took a sudden fancy to her, and persuaded her to delay her journey to Yedo. And the natural end of the matter was that Yuki never went to Yedo at all. She remained in the house, as an “honorable daughter-in-law.”
O-Yuki proved a very good daughter-in-law. When Minokichi’s mother came to die,–some five years later,–her last words were words of affection and praise for the wife of her son. And O-Yuki bore Minokichi ten children, boys and girls,–handsome children all of them, and very fair of skin.
The country-folk thought O-Yuki a wonderful person, by nature different from themselves. Most of the peasant-women age early; but O-Yuki, even after having become the mother of ten children, looked as young and fresh as on the day when she had first come to the village.
One night, after the children had gone to sleep, O-Yuki was sewing by the light of a paper lamp; and Minokichi, watching her, said:–
“To see you sewing there, with the light on your face, makes me think of a strange thing that happened when I was a lad of eighteen. I then saw somebody as beautiful and white as you are now–indeed, she was very like you.”…
Without lifting her eyes from her work, O-Yuki responded:–
“Tell me about her… Where did you see her?
Then Minokichi told her about the terrible night in the ferryman’s hut,–and about the White Woman that had stooped above him, smiling and whispering,–and about the silent death of old Mosaku. And he said:–
“Asleep or awake, that was the only time that I saw a being as beautiful as you. Of course, she was not a human being; and I was afraid of her,–very much afraid,–but she was so white!… Indeed, I have never been sure whether it was a dream that I saw, or the Woman of theSnow.”…
O-Yuki flung down her sewing, and arose, and bowed above Minokichi where he sat, and shrieked into his face:–
“It was I–I–I! Yuki it was! And I told you then that I would kill you if you ever said one work about it!… But for those children asleep there, I would kill you this moment! And now you had better take very, very good care of them; for if ever they have reason to complain of you, I will treat you as you deserve!”…
Even as she screamed, her voice became thin, like a crying of wind;–then she melted into a bright white mist that spired to the roof-beams, and shuddered away through the smoke-hold… Never again was she seen.
A Marid (Arabic : مارد ) in common mythology is a djinn related to the element of water. Marids are mentioned in the Qur’an in Sura As-Saaffat:7 (37:7): And to guard against every rebellious (Marid) devil.
In sorcery books djinn are classified into four races after the classical elements, where they live: Earth, Air, Fire and Water. As common in the occult, accounts differ, but marids are often described as the most powerful type of djinn, having especially great powers over water. They are the most arrogant and proud as well. Female or male, their skin is deep blue or green, and their hair always looks wet and wavy, as though underwater. They are sometimes referred to as “blue djinn”. Like every djinn, they have free will yet could be compelled to perform chores. They also have the ability to grant wishes to mortals, but that usually requires battle, and according to some sources imprisonment, rituals, or just a great deal of flattery.
Marids were recently mentioned in modern literature in Jonathan Stroud’s Bartimaeus Trilogy. They are associated with the element of water. Further, they are considered the most powerful of all of the Demon classes that are generally accessed by wizards. References to marids were sparse in the books. In the books, Gladstone’s Staff was said to possess two marids’ worth of Power. Also Bartimaeus described them as leaving a trail of Power like sludge. Both references mentioned are located in The Golem’s Eye. Marids were also mentioned in the P. B. Kerr’s Children of the Lamp children’s book series as the most powerful tribe of djinn who presided over good luck
re:Why can’t men have periods.. (vallejo / benicia)
Reply to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date: 2007-02-11, 5:22PM PST
Well darlin you dont want to give us men a valid reason to piss and moan do ya? I was going to answer you with the facts of anatomy, about how women have a womb and shed this and that but im sure your well more aware of this then I. More then once ive had my head taken off by a menstrating dame, be it my mom, sister or girlfriend. Do they, you have to appologize for being a raging bitch? No the guy ussually has to stomach it and pretend it was his fault for stepping all over your delicate feelings.
Its just the way the cycle flows buttercup, Eve had to push Adam to pick the apple when he was fine at leaving it. So now you bleed.
You wernt around the rants and rave board a few weeks ago. Alot of men love when aunt flow is in town. Its an aquired taste but it drives some guys into a frenzy, a primal thing. You need to find the guy with the red wings and a 1lb of sees.
This is a rant for woman out there; men might get grossed out so you are warned!
Periods tend to come at the most inopportune time, they sneak up on us woman, I mean yes some woman have their periods at the same time every month, thanks to good genes or the pill, but for those of us that aren’t on the pill and just deal with them naturally, they don’t always come on the same day every month. They tend to come on the day that you least want it to come, for example the drops will come on your birthday, the one day you have to work late, the day you wear a skirt, the day you have a date and mostly the day you are away from your supply of pads or tampons, and are stuck in the woman’s bathroom with no dispenser debating how the hell you got stuck in the same situation again without a pad and no pad in site for hours. I know we now have the option to go on the pill that makes it so you only have three periods a year but hell in my opinion any smart woman can tell that just isn’t right since we get it every month sticking a plug in there is going to probably give you three periods from hell, along with still have to deal with the emotional roller coaster every month since that don’t fade.
Back to the point though periods suck for the other thing most woman know but cant fathom, you are horny when your period hits, and men aren’t going to touch you. Also the reason periods can suck as well, the cramps, we have to pretend around male coworkers, or brothers, (unless we want them to be so grossed out they look at you like you’re an alien)(which can be fun) that we aren’t in pain. This doesn’t work though for we tend to hold it in an share the sympathy with other woman, and this is why we do lash out at the men sometimes for there idiot levels seem to rise when we are on our periods along with our patience being used to stand the cramps.
Now see that might be part of the one or two good things that come out of periods, the ability to bitch and complain for one week a month is quite fabulous, along with the no guilt on you conscience for eating all the chocolate in site. Also I guess some like periods because we can have kids but seriously popping out two kids for 5,328 periods or 37 years or so, the math don’t equal up, that’s all I am going say about that.
Ok as you can tell I am on my period at moment and wanting to bitch so yeah no need to respond, but the queston is why cant men have the periods.
Marry a Young Man and Be his Slave. Marry an Old One and Be His Darling!
Superficial #7 the deification of Mikka-who flatly refuses. That would mean I would have live through the reprecussions for my actions. How very stressful!
Poseidon: Pity, Mikka would’ve made the most beautiful goddess.
Brynhildr : Or a unicorn!
For me to know and you to find out
–Mikka to Pirsia
The charismatic evil bastard–Arashi of Nami
No, the human is the pet of the cat and in my relationship–I am the cat!
–T.Ray in response to Nami’s “pet system”.
Sorry dear, but I am in need of all 26 floors of my building. Where else am I going to keep my rhinestones?
—T-Ray, turning down Nami’s plea for a San Francicso living space.
Walk with your nose in the air and your skirt down
–Nami and Klashka walking past undesireable men
A balloon filled with scalding hot coffee-Possible noveltly weapon for Tabby or Siggy
Tabby:How do you make love to a man like that(beautiful)? I would freeze up.
Jen: All you have to do is switch off the light.
Hero Stories: the hero must embark on a journey and then come back triumphant.
Heroine Stories: The heroine must endure, no matter the setting.
The only thing a college degree is, is a receipt.
The way to hold on to a job is to pretend to understand what’s going on. Figure it out as you go along.–Norio to Sakura
Superficial #8 (we learn the reason why Sakura is asexual)Opening Season of SF Ballet. Sakura moves desperately and stealthily through the crowds. Her old/ first time lover has returned with a visiting dance troupe. He is still clueless as to why she avoids him. He was a clumsu lover…a cloumsy dangerous lover who can not tell whether the girl pinned beneath is screaming in extacy or for her life. Sakura was the latter. Sakura spots Sydney just as Orin calls after her and give chase. Sakura leap into Sydney’s arms and wraps he entire body around his neck and shoulders and to protect herself form her persuer. Odin stops short and the sight of Syndeys protective stance and the sight of Sakura cliging so tightly to him in fright.
Swift story arc: Obsession with Sakura. He even found a way to sleep in Sakura’s bed when she is present. The trick is, a bed guest is invisible so long as he doesn’t hover over her which triggers her defenses.
Regarding Whiney, chronically depressed men Klashka: A girl may open her heart to a man like that—but not her legs!
Yummy Boy/Puppy Boy- desciption of the two sides of Giermo. Usually quipped by Klashka.
Random party guest:”You had me at beer”
Future sublot Jen: Me and Eric just went to City Hall in our jeans and got married.
Giermo is not a real blond
Nami: You mean that I can be dating a drop dead gorgeous latin god instead of wussy little boy blonde?!!
Andy at Nami’s party addressing various wall flowers (and cheering them up):
“Are you a moonbeam? Who’s the bestest moonbeam?”
As read on a sign in bar:Modern Dancing and Immodest dress stir sexual desire! Leading to lustful flirting, fornication, adultery, divorce, disease, destruction and Judgement!
Base Guitar: Four large strings
Electric Guitar: six small strings
Sakura to Nami”No one is allowed to yell at you but me!”
Nami to Giermo:”No one is allowed to yell at you but me!”
B.C.E: Before Common Era
Good Article from the San Francisco Chronicle
It was time for the “Childfree Landslide News.” Christine Fisher leaned forward and announced this in a soft voice that would sound surprisingly strong when it aired as part of her weekly (at least on Mars, she says, where weeks are 13 days) online show, the “Adult Space Child Free Podcast.” She had just put in a day at the pharmaceutical company where she works and was home in her Newark apartment, shoes off, with her husband flopped on a sofa reading in the next room and her two cats roaming underfoot.
She started the podcast, a medley of commentary, news and personal narrative, to reach an audience outside “diaperland” about a year ago. Fisher knew as early as third grade that she did not want children. She had no interest in games that involved playing house or cooing over babies. In the world of childfree men and women, she is what’s known as an “early articulator.” Now 32, she has had her share of friends who became temporarily unavailable or disappeared when they had kids. Even in the Bay Area, which Fisher finds one of the better places for childfree mingling because of its cultural diversity — San Francisco has one of the lowest ratios of kids of any U.S. city — it can be hard for the childfree to connect.
Her listeners are a far-flung demographic, with a few hundred of various ages mostly in the United States, but also scattered as far away as the United Arab Emirates, Norway and Uruguay. The topics are almost as varied. On this winter Tuesday, Fisher reviewed medical news (part of the landslide) about hospital admissions from unsafe abortions in developing countries and hormone-related skin cancer risk, responded to listener feedback (someone named Snerdie wanted to know whether strollers are really allowed in casinos), listed her New Year’s resolutions, and gave a “shout-out” to a friend who was ill. Then, in what’s become her signature end to the show, she leaned into the microphone and said, “This is Chris the Fixed Kitty saying, ‘Keep from breeding!’ ”
“It’s very difficult to find other childfree people,” said Fisher, who works part time as a quality assurance associate. “We tend to be a very quiet, closet-type group. When I mention I’m not having kids, I get a few specific reactions. Either someone tells me I will change my mind, which is probably more frequent with the older generation, or they try to persuade me. Or I get this really strange reaction, which is, ‘You are so nice.’ When you realize there is this public perception that you’re cold or not caring, you learn to be quiet about it.”
Childfree organizations have been around for a few decades, but new social groups, books, an online magazine, unscripted: the childfree life, and myriad Web sites (Childfree by Choice alone links to 20 other resources) have sprung up in the past few years, their visibility fueled by the Internet but also by changing attitudes. In the 1950s, there was an assumption that everyone would get married, then have children. Family life “proceeded in lockstep,” said Stephanie Coontz, a professor at Evergreen State College in Washington and director of research and public education at the Council on Contemporary Families. As many as 80 percent of people thought that staying single and childless was “deviant or abnormal,” she said. But in the 1970s, amid turbulent social change, the availability of the birth control pill and public debate about population growth, those assumptions were challenged. These days, the “vast majority” of people think it is acceptable not to have kids or marry, said Coontz.
“My generation was looking at whether we could have careers and keep our own names,” said Coontz. “The next generation was not as interested in that and not as defensive. A lot of these strong feelings are part of the process of sorting out how we deal with this changing world.”
Personally, Coontz takes a “middle-of-the-road approach,” she said. She has kids but supports the decision of those who choose not to. The childfree often spend more time caring for aging parents or relatives and also end up, through taxes, supporting the next generation. “It’s the younger generation that is going to pay for our Social Security and foot some of the bills,” she said. “We do owe parents who raise kids a debt.”
Even so, the stigma remains. “We’re seen as threatening institutions,” said Teri Tith, an East Bay woman with a Web site called Purple Women & Friends. Jennifer L. Shawne, author of the 2005 tongue-in-cheek book “Baby Not on Board,” was inundated with responses from readers — and people who just heard about it. Many but not all thanked her, said Shawne, who lives in San Francisco. To some, a decision not to have kids is tantamount to a stand against religious or American values. “I did a lot of radio call-in shows where I was called names,” she said. “One man in Beaumont, Texas, said my husband and I deserved to die alone.”
Several people interviewed for this story wanted to be known by a first name only or not identified at all because they were not, as one woman put it, “out.” The woman said she was worried about her boyfriend, who is still uncertain about fatherhood. Would her feelings be a deal-breaker? It has happened before.
“There is still a public-policy and religious and cultural stigma,” said Elaine, a Southern California blogger known as AlphaGirl, who is unapologetic about the adversarial tone of her Web site — Childfree: Uncut. Unedited. Uncensored — but didn’t want to use her last name. “For some reason when someone comes forward and says, ‘I want to have kids,’ no one comes forward and says, ‘You will change your mind.’ But when I was younger and said kids weren’t on the docket, people felt free to question the decision.”
Some statistics suggest more women now are childless by choice, but it’s hard to come up with a firm estimate because women, on average, are having children older, and demographers don’t usually ask why they don’t have them. The National Center for Health Statistics confirms that 6.6 percent of women between the ages of 15 and 44 called themselves voluntarily childless in 1995, up from 2.4 percent in 1982. And according to 1998 U.S. Census Bureau statistics, 19 percent of women 40 to 44 were childless, compared with 10 percent in that age group in 1976.
As a group, the childfree are no more homogenous than parents. They include gay and lesbian and single men and women who all, these days, face the same kind of question: Why don’t you want kids? Some grappled with infertility, then embraced the childfree life. Others never had the urge to procreate, grew out of it or decided against kids because of a mate who didn’t want them. And there are those who say they just can’t afford it, especially in San Francisco.
“For us, it’s well thought out,” said Teresa Marchese, a fitness trainer, whose husband, Jay Mercado, is an artist. “It’s the whole financial aspect. Neither of us has the option of quitting work. We rent and we have a fluctuating income. The people I know who are having kids, they’re moving back to Oklahoma. We don’t want to leave the city.”
In one survey of childfree couples, most ranked independence, marital satisfaction and the lack of desire to have kids as top reasons not to have them. To them, the decision was not a “lifestyle” choice, said Laura Scott, a Virginia writer who’s surveyed more than 170 childfree couples about their decision for a project on the subject. Being able to travel or sleep late were benefits, not motivations, for most, she said.
Attitudes about kids also vary. There are childfree people who are annoyed by what they see as a kidcentric society, where they are constantly forced to listen to people talk about their children’s schools, precious achievements or poop. They resent employee benefits that are offered only to parents, or what they see as the burden of doing more than their share of work while people with kids rush off to pick them up. “Work-family benefits?” writes AlphaGirl. “Yeah, right. Lactation rooms in the workplace? Oh, please.” She once confronted the human resources department at the large bank where she worked to demand the same flexibility given her co-workers who were parents. The bank didn’t make a policy change, and Elaine said she is disappointed in the lack of progress toward treating all employees equally. “I don’t think one group should come before any other,” she said.
Many childfree people want to spend time around children, the kind who can be handed back. They just want to find a social universe that doesn’t revolve around children.
“We’re getting harder to ignore,” said Tith. “We’re controversial whether we mean to be or not.” Even the term childfree can be contentious. There are people who prefer a hyphenated child-free or childless, names that, to others, imply that something is missing.
Tith joined No Kidding!, a social club founded by a Toronto teacher in 1984, after moving from the Bay Area to Canada because of her husband’s job. Through No Kidding! she joined a poker group, worked on the organization’s annual convention and made friends who didn’t have kids. When she returned to live in a rural East Bay town, she co-founded the San Francisco Bay Area Childfree Meetup, a group that gets together for dinner and winetasting, and started her blog, where she posts her own comments and links to other childfree bloggers — even some who are not, including a Silicon Valley moms group, that also links to her. (“They found my blog to be an even and reasonable voice, and I was terribly flattered,” she says of the moms group).
“Some of us do hate kids, but that makes me uncomfortable because I don’t,” she said. Tith came to her childfree decision by circumstance, after a medical condition made it clear she couldn’t conceive. Married at 22, she and her husband split up, partly, she said, because of the strain of fertility issues. “To me, I would always be one half of an infertile couple,” she said. Nine years ago she remarried. Her husband, who thinks that the world is crowded enough, did not want kids.
“I assumed I would want kids,” she said. “I had to accept that I couldn’t and I made a choice to. But every woman’s story is different. You hear all different ones.”
Lingba, a Potrero Hill lounge, is crowded and noisy on a winter night when the members of the newly formed San Francisco Childfree Meetup find one another at a corner table. There are about a dozen this time, more than at the previous month’s inaugural event. There are several couples, two married women who came without their husbands and many single people. Most are from San Francisco, but a few live other places, including Novato, where, one woman said, “Yuppies go to breed.”
“When I said I was happily childfree I might as well have said I was a serial killer,” she said.
“I just never realized I did want kids,” said Valerie Francescato, the group’s founder, who works for a furniture manufacturer. What stops the rude questions, she said, is to say she can’t have kids.
“I had a hysterectomy, but that’s not related to why I don’t want kids,” said another woman, who is from Australia, where she felt as if being childfree wasn’t such an issue. After moving to the Bay Area, she said, she finds it hard to socialize with people in her apartment building because they all have kids and they leave her and her husband out of their social plans.
“I said we’d have to rent a couple of kids,” she said. “Then I ran across this group and said, ‘Thank God.’ ”
An Iranian American woman who is a financial analyst said she’d been asked if she didn’t want kids because she’d been abused or neglected. “They assume something is wrong with me,” she said. “I’m 35. I won’t change my mind. I hang out with a lot of Europeans who are a lot more accepting of it. Why do I have to explain myself? It happens so much I’m angry.”
“Your best friends disappear. They fall off the end of the earth when they have kids,” said Rick, a scientist whose best friend moved to Palo Alto to be closer to work, then became unavailable.
Rick said he’s “child neutral” but is leaning toward not wanting them. “I would have to be crazy about someone, then it would have to be financially right.” His decision has prompted colleagues to assume he’s gay, since he lives in San Francisco and isn’t coupled up, with kids. “Whatever,” he said. “Some people are so narrow-minded.” Men face many of the same stereotypes that women do, he said. People think it’s a selfish decision or that there is something wrong with him.
“Do you notice kids in strollers?” asked Rick, as Meetup members sipped their drinks.
“I don’t,” said the financial analyst.
“I’ll stop and pet a dog, but I won’t stop and say, ‘That’s so cute,’ to a baby,” said Rick.
“I just like peace and quiet,” said the analyst.
“I can’t imagine waking up four or five times a night,” Rick said.
“Friends ask me, ‘How’s your fabulous life?’ said the analyst. “And I say, ‘Fabulous!’ ”
Most of the talk was not about children, or a lack of them, but about hobbies and recent trips and interests. Like people on a first or second date, the childfree were trying to figure out where and if their lives intersected.
Chris Fisher first got involved in the childfree world as a college student in Toledo, Ohio, by joining a mailing list. She was too busy in graduate school — a stint in medical school before finding her way to a graduate program in biology — to look for other childfree people. But she was settled enough in her decision by her mid-20s to undergo a tubal ligation.
“I need to do an episode about that saga,” she said, in a phone interview during her commute home from work, a time she uses to record her thoughts on an MP3 or return calls. “I was 25 and had known I was going to have my tubes tied eventually.”
The time was right because she had health insurance and was about to move. The problem: Her doctor was hesitant because of her age and childless status. “I could have gotten a handgun faster,” she said.
Eventually the doctor was “worn down,” she said, but only after he saw in her medical records that she’d been stating her intention not to have kids for years. She had to sign a consent form and wait for 30 days to undergo the procedure, guidelines that exist in many states.
“I’m set,” she said. “I got a doctor to agree to do this, but it’s difficult for women across the country.”
She met her husband at a fencing club. She mentioned she didn’t want to be a mother, but was looking forward to being an aunt. “He said he wanted to be an uncle,” she said. “That was very interesting, in my eyes.” Her parents have accepted the couple’s decision not to have kids, although they initially thought their only child would change her mind, Fisher said. “They have to settle for grand-kitties,” she said.
She and her husband moved from the Midwest to the Bay Area in 2005 for work. He is a physicist in Silicon Valley. “It’s hard to express how different this place is,” she said. “There is an understanding here that there are many things people devote their lives to. … It’s not the mommies and the non-mommies. We all live in the same world. There is a lot more we have in common than we don’t have in common.”
Fisher recently scaled back to part-time work so she’d have more time for other pursuits — photography, writing, podcasting, reading (especially science fiction and horror) and spending time with her husband, who arrived home one Tuesday as she was podcasting and sat in the next room reading. He sometimes makes sound effects, but leaves the content to her. It was while talking to him one day that she came up with the nickname Fixed Kitty. “We were talking about some comment and I said, ‘That’s why I’m not a parent. I’m fixed. I’m a fixed kitty.’ ”
“This is where I get to look like Carrie Fisher instead of Chris Fisher,” she said, as she put on her headphones, which did make her look a little like the “Star Wars” actress, if you ignored the long pony tail hanging down her back. At various times she had to fend off a cat, which wanted to jump on her lap, then went to sit in an empty box left out for his benefit.
She talked about her New Year’s resolution to come up with a better response to people who don’t understand her decision. Why is it people feel they can ask if she has kids? Would they come up and ask if she were gay?
“When someone asks why you don’t have kids, it gets very personal,” she said. “They need to rethink the assumption that there is something wrong if you don’t.”
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