JuniperusVox

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[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 4 points 2 years ago (4 children)

So how does that lead to so then there's only negative things to say? It is, once again, not out yet. I'm starting to dislike being in any community around games, because everyone appears to just hate games. It's exhausting.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 45 points 2 years ago (42 children)

Why are y'all so damn negative? Every thread I've seen on here about Starfield has been like this. It's not even out yet, god damn

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 2 points 2 years ago

The Empire dissolved in 1776 into stateless enclaves led by Councils of Friends

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 3 points 2 years ago* (last edited 2 years ago)

Re-reading Hyperion by Dan Simmons. I read it as a teenager the first time, and I wonder if I'll get something different out of it in my 30s now. I'm also reading Heart of Dominance by Anton Fulmen along with my wife. More of a book for them than me, but it still has good information to glean regardless. If I want to include graphic novels, I also just finished Sunstone. It was sweet and entertaining.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 5 points 2 years ago

I just got my rejection email for the job at the beginning of the week. Thank you, by the way! I'm proud of myself too for getting through several rounds of interviews despite my brain screaming to not step outside. I'll try again when they do another hiring round in November, I suppose. Maybe I'll get lucky the second try?

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 5 points 2 years ago (3 children)

That's incredibly sweet of you, alas I am in Canada and also would feel guilty because I don't know how to accept gifts or kindness lol

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 7 points 2 years ago* (last edited 2 years ago) (5 children)

It's been pretty awful, sadly. As Neil Gaiman says, "Events are cowards. They come in packs." It's been one blow after another all week, and I don't think I can handle any more bad news.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 2 points 2 years ago

DOOM GENDER

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 3 points 2 years ago (1 children)

The Freshmaker.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 6 points 2 years ago

While this is awful, I feel like I'm missing something? This article was published August 25, 2022. Did something change for this to be making the rounds again almost a year later?

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 1 points 2 years ago

It's the Latin version of my name (which is just a tree), and vox for voice. So, Juniper's Voice. Rather on the nose, but I like it.

[–] JuniperusVox@beehaw.org 3 points 2 years ago

I read it in a bad sci fi book when I was about 14, and it just stuck in my head until I finally came out. Also I like trees and gin.

 
 
 
 

Re-Awakening

Faces fly in and out of the door, and my jaw aches from warm, welcoming smiles. The map crinkles on the desk, the same places marked in ink again and again. Chalk dust coats my fingers while names are written and erased, written and erased, written and erased. Voices meld into amalgamous cacophony, save one.

A sound of low honey-wine, soothing and warm. Soft, caressing whispers to make me shiver. Supple, sliding fingers to make my breath escape. Warm, beating hearts to make my blood quicken. A glowing, vibrant soul that puts my pen to paper.

The click of a handle, a door swings open, and a face steps out. A beautiful, smiling face that compels me across the threshold. Lips that needed to be felt against my own, to weave a cord around my heart to yours.


This is from when I was working at a hostel and my now-wife was a guest staying for a few days. We spent some fun nights together. When they checked out, I followed them out to say goodbye and asked if I may kiss them (worked out, luckily!). Afterwards I wrote them this poem because I am nothing if not extra.

Funny fact: I was also living at that hostel, which was a converted single family home, doing a work trade. Which meant I lived the lesbian dream of "the one" simply walking into my living room.

 

Inspiration

The screen lit on my face like some half assed light at the end of the tunnel.
I wondered when it would tell me all the words to write down,
what great epiphanies it would reveal to me.
I found out that the glare stings after a while,
and that the words will only come with a sacrifice of
blood and tears
onto my 101-keyed altar.
I never did get any beautiful, flowing words or heartfelt confessions though.

All I got were these.

 

Had some lovely views of the mountains while on a ferry to Victoria.

 
 
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