UrsaMinor45

If looks could kill. It has been almost four years now since the metamorphosis of a fairly conservative-looking professional middle-aged woman into a Gollum-like creature, almost – but not quite – alien to the human form.  The invigoration of running up that hill, the career path, exchanged for liberation from the future.  The look of death exchanged for a renewed chance at life.  Exchanged, and changed. There is only today.  A chasm opens.  From the gash in my breast and under my arm flows colour, my life blood.  It gushes and pours and covers every surface in my field of vision.  The colour I lack is all around me.  I fear not growing pal

Now that I've got your attention.... It's almost dress-up time again. In my university days so long ago, I had defiantly and proudly stopped shaving any parts of my body, declaring myself to be anti-bourgeois / anti-commercially-defined-North American-image of what was supposed to be feminine beauty.  Shaved bodies in sexy poses reminded me of pre-pubescent girls or cancer patients:  how could that be womanly or beautiful?  To show triumph of spiritual beauty over the physical, I contemplated shaving my head.  But I never had the courage behind the words. Enter, Madam Blavatsky.  A channeled being.  Or perhaps, closer to the point, an abst