March 4

The Moldy Corners

 

The cacophony found within my skull

Bubbly and bouncing

Off every wall

 

The catatonic catastrophe

And all the

The oxymoronic epiphanies

 

All a whirl and yaking away

Always passing

They never stay.

 

But somewhere towards the very rear

Or just perhaps

Far too near

 

Or maybe it's just easier to pretend

You can't see the horrors

Of a forgotten fantastic friend

 

There in the moldy corners she sits

With all your favorite toys

Figurines and matching outfits

 

The most memories and comings of age

Portrayed out as we tussled

On emerald blades

 

She smiles at me and all I can know

Is the half assed shame

Of having let go

 

And I can blame her for all these days

But the brutal truth is

Phones work both ways.

Tales of the Village Msagro continued

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

Long-Tongue stood for a moment outside of her darkened home, allowing the heat from the souls of her feet to saturate the moss beneath them, taking in deep, calming breaths. Fire-Crotch was safe in a room with all of her friends. Gandalf and Mr. Sparkles were large and the rest were clever. She was safe for now. Long-Tongue focused on calming herself. It was halfway through one of these breaths that something small but powerful threw itself into ribs and the darkness flooded up from her lungs into her brain and the night and all of its characters were lost to her. Her eyes fluttered shut…Back at the hut, Guppies absently noted that Fire-Crotch had stopped her stirring and now lay very still.

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Only Dances-with-dildos and Runs-with-guppies were aware of the connection that existed on some intangible plane between Fire-Crotch and Lezy-Long-Tongue, so they were the first to feel stupid when Fire-Crotch's eyes snapped open and a look of terror flittered briefly across her face. She locked eyes with Guppies and mouthed: not me. It wasn't Fire-Crotch who was in danger of being taken by The-Camera's thugs. What's worse, by clumping them all together in the hut to protect her they'd given them the perfect chance to slip in and take Long-Tongue and get a decent head start before they could all even put the pieces together.

    The next few hours were a flurry of curses, arguing, packing and unpacking as the plan was changed or modified a hundred times. The only thing that kept Fire-Crotch from chewing her lip into ribbons was the knowledge that The-Camera wouldn't allow her daughter to come to any lasting physical harm. The only danger would be if Lezy was stupid enough to try and escape and ended up wandering around alone in some foreign area. Fire-Crotch knew her well enough to guess she would be feeling burned enough to try just that.

    In the end it was Fire-Crotch, pack slung over one pale but strong shoulder, who stepped calmly into the clearing, scattered with angry villagers and discarded scraps of packing. She cleared her throat. The sound was such a contrast that they all looked up, slightly dazed.

    "I'm leaving now. There's only one way out of the valley so I'm gonna go ahead and guess they went that way. Anybody who doesn't have an elaborate strategy involving inventing a helicopter from a horse skeleton" here she looked pointedly at Mr. Sparkles who glanced down "has ten minutes to get their shit together and catch up with me." She nodded and started down the valley. The villagers looked at each other.

     With a cheerful shrug Tweak jumped up and began securing a giggling Enchanted Bug to the saddle of their mule. In succession Bends-for-Bottoms, Runs-With-Guppies and Dances-with-dildos followed suit, leaving Mr. Sparkles and Gandalf to hold down the village and track down The-Camera for a much needed little chat.

Tales of the Village Msagro

    

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

"We need more blankets if we're all going to stay here tonight."

    Long-tongue nodded "There are some in our home, I'll be right back." She shrugged into the wool coat and slipped out the door and into the night, leaving the hut and its occupants blind and vulnerable.

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The Perfect One jogged easily through the corn fields, wondering absently to himself again why they were even there. His mind was muggy at the moment. His qualms about betraying his sister yet again clashed with the desire to continue favor in his parents eyes. Whatever the case, he was mere yards away from the Sacred now, and turning back was out of the question. He sucked in a breath and pressed on, feeling the hard earth of the outer ring give to foliage under his feet. Ever since his sister had taken up residence in the Sacred she had worked on turning the entire village floor into a carpet of moss and ferns. Nobody in the Sacred had used shoes ever since. Perfect removed his hastily; even if he had to do this he would not disrespect her work. He turned back to the two thugs behind him and glared until they did the same, then he signaled and continued forward, now at a creeping pace, towards the cluster of huts speckling the hill ahead of them.

    Fire-Crotch remained curled up on the floor where her lover had left her, she drifted in and out seamlessly, catching snatches of murmured conversation from the others. She was briefly aware of the empty feeling along her chest and stomach and thought that this may have been the first time she'd slept without Long-Tongue in a very long time. She had been tossing and turning for a while now, she could feel it in her limbs, they were charged with energy in her bones, but felt heavy. She blinked wearily up in time to look over Bottoms' shoulder and sleepily register a dark form approaching the window.

    Long-Tongue stood for a moment outside of her darkened home, allowing the heat from her souls to saturate the moss beneath them, taking in deep, calming breaths. Fire-Crotch was safe in a room with all of her friends. Gandalf and Mr. Sparkles were large and the rest were clever. She was safe for now. Long-Tongue focused on calming herself. It was halfway through one of these breaths that something small but powerful threw itself into ribs and the darkness flooded up from her lungs into her brain and the night and all of its characters were lost to her. Her eyes fluttered shut…Back at the hut, Guppies absently noted that Fire-Crotch had stopped her stirring and now lay very still, her eyes had opened suddenly.

Tales of the Village Msagro Chapter 1 part 2

    

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

"Well. We are in no power to move her back. We'll have to find some other way."

Long-Tongue leaned heavily on the side of the hut, oblivious to the rough siding diviting the skin on her back. Scuffing footsteps approached the door. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed off the wall, bolting back to the Sacred, the inner village.

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Dances-with-Dildos checked the locks on the door again. Touching every latch with delicate white fingers. Runs-With-Guppies was fiddling with her shining black curls, glancing up every so often at her sister. Dances-With-Dildos forced a reassuring smile and made another lap around the room, touching each of her friends briefly, lovingly, playing the mom she was so good at.

    Shortly after Long-Tongue had stumbled back into the Sacred, she had gathered all of her allies and related what she had heard. They all had different ideas on how to deal with the situation. Bends-For-Bottoms' proposal involved a rope, a paperclip, a mouse and some personal lubricant. Fire-Crotch and Tweak's idea utilized Fire-Crotch's excellent marksmanship and memorizing The-Camera's schedule. Long-Tongue simply clung to Fire-Crotch's side, terrified to let her out of her site.

    Whatever the plan ended up becoming, they all agreed it was important to keep an eye on Fire-Crotch and make sure she was not left alone the next few days. That is how they all came to be hold up in The Gandalf's home. Mr. Sparkles, Gandalf, Tweak, The Enchanted Bug, Bends-For-Bottoms, Runs-With-Guppies Dances-With-Dildos, and Lezy-Long-Tongue all took turns making loops around the hut and awaiting some kind of kidnapping brigade come for Fire-Crotch. Long-Tongue volunteered the most times since she knew the minions of her parents wouldn't dare touch her.

    Dances-With-Dildos peered out the door cautiously then stood back to briskly allow Mr. Sparkles to step back in.

"I'm next." Long-Tongue gently removed Fire-Crotch's head from her lap and allowed her to continue sleeping. At the door, Dances stopped her briefly, squeezing her hand.

    "We need more blankets if we're all going to stay here tonight."

    Long-tongue nodded "There are some in our home, I'll be right back." She shrugged into the wool coat and slipped out the door and into the night, leaving the hut and its occupants blind and vulnerable.

Tales of the Village Msagro chapter I in earnest…

 

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

 

None of them ever suspected that that day would change their lives forever…so it didn't

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The cool water was a refuge on this scorching July day on the last edges of the village. Things were different in the Outer Ring. The Gods were different, the life was different, and the love was different. The Outer Ring hugged the river and was threaded through by some smaller brooks and naturally occurring ditches. Lezy-Long-Tongue was perched naked on a soft mossy boulder that protruded from the center of the stream. The sun licking the tiny droplets off her belly and shoulders warmed her skin and everything was right in the world.

    The peaceful busy white noise of the water was interrupted by tense muffled murmurings emitting from The- Camera and The-Burdened's home. The sound was stressed and abrasive to her energies. Irritated she slipped off the rock. She had brought Fire-Crotch's cloak with her and she wrapped herself tightly in it now as she marched purposefully towards the hut. The voices grew as she approached.

"…is just after her birthday. We can't do that, that's not who we are."

"I'm so tired of you telling me who WE are. What about me? What about you? What about me? We are only a 'we' when we agree."

"You're getting off topic. Its one of those days isn't it? You just want to fight."

"No! This is important! We just can't have it her fucking around in there. Its not right! Her…'lover' is not one of us, Burdened! She doesn't belong here. She belongs back on the other side of the mountains where she can't touch our daughter. It's a disgrace. You saw how they ignored me last meeting. This must be stopped."

A sad resigned sigh slipped through the air, shifting the energy entirely, it sent goose bumps up her spine. The cloak slipped from her shaking shoulders, pooling around her hips in her lower back.

"Well. We are in no power to move her back. We'll have to find some other way."

Long-Tongue leaned heavily on the side of the hut, oblivious to the rough siding diviting the skin on her back. Scuffing footsteps approached the door. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed off the wall, bolting back to the Sacred, the inner village…and away from her parent's home.

Tales of the Village Msagro Part I chapter 3

Last time, in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

Then Ellen saw the hate rise and she took a scoop of the mud of good gay humor and mixed it with a rib from Eddie Izard's side and created her daughter to watch over the land she had created. She called her Margaret Cho. Then Ellen in all her glory, rose above the Earth and was gone."

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The calm intense light faded from Long-Tongue's eyes to be replaced by their usual intelligent but mischievous fire. The gathered villagers noted the shift and began to rise and disperse silently into the night as Long Tongue peered curiously up at the stars. Fire-crotch kissed her fingertips and touched the heel of the goddess sobsel for serenity before trotting to Long-Tongue's side. She caught her just as she started to tumble aimlessly off the rock. Longue-Tongue executed a small yelp upon gentle impact then snuggled briefly under her lover's chin before popping out of her arms and chasing off into the night. Fire-Crotch smiled and let out a resigned sigh, beginning the process of catching and calming that was usually necessary every night before either of them could get any sleep.

 

Hours later the sun was beating down on the corn fields (that seemed to be there purely for decoration). Bends-For-Bottoms was in his hut working out, Runs-With-Guppies was setting up another fish trap in the creek, Longue-Tongue and Fire-Crotch were working on the gardens that dotted the village, and Dances-With-Dildos was…well…practicing her namesake. None of them ever suspected that that day would change their lives forever…so it didn't.

Tales of the Village Msagro part I Chapter 2

Last time, in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

Long-Tongue stands, swaying, upon the boulder and begins to speak...
"So, my family. You wish to hear a story. Tonight I have brought with me, the epic of our beginnings. Would you like to hear of the great ones?" She gestures to the wall grandly under the moon as the villagers nodd eagerly...

"In the beginning there was only closet. Then there was Ellen. Ellen saw the closet and saw that it was not good. So she raised her arms and said: 'let there be light!' and there was and she saw that it was good. Then Ellen said 'let there be night' and there was and she saw that it was good. Then Ellen said 'let the days be for nomming foods and the nights for nomming genitals' and it was so and she saw that it was orgasmic. Then Ellen saw the land and noted that it was flat and she said 'let there be lesbians! Let they be strong women with strong moral fiber—mmmm….fiber—and let they range in scale from lipstick, hard femme, femme, soft femme (that's me!), innocent, soft butch, artsie, butch, hard butch, boi, stone butch, bull dyke to trans men!' and it was so and she saw that it was vagina-tastic. Then Ellen saw that the world lacked flare and she said 'let there be gays! Let they range in whatever realm they may range in and let that be self explanatory because years from now the narrator of this tale will be a lesbian and not so savvy in the realm of gay men!' and it was so and she saw that it was…whatever it is.

Then She saw that the world lacked the interest of conflict and she said 'Let there be haters and homophobes and angry closet cases!' and it was so and Ellen bit her lip and said 'um…too much.'

Then Ellen saw the hate rise and she took a scoop of the mud of good gay humor and mixed it with a rib from Eddie Izard's side and created her daughter to watch over the land she had created. She called her Margaret Cho. Then Ellen in all her glory, rose above the Earth and was gone.