The worst part is the motherfucker wouldn’t have a CAREER if it wasn’t for the efforts of a transgender woman in the 60s. If Wendy Carlos hadn’t legitimized the synthesizer as a musical instrument instead of just a silly gimmick, electronic music as a whole wouldn’t exist and Deadmau5 would be nothing.
Albert: Arabic, al-bara’at, “the salvation” Alexander: Greek, a+lex+ander, “a man without law”, popular among anarchists Alfred: Arabic, al-fareed, “the unique” Allison: Greek, “have mercy upon us” Bailey: Hebrew, “my master”, cf Hosea 2:16 Benedict: ben+edict, “son of the laws”, popular among statists Benjamin: ben+jamon, “son of Ham”, popular among Hamitic peoples Brooke: Hebrew, “blessed” Cassandra: kaas+ander, “cheese-man” Cathleen: Anglicization of “Cthulhuian”, popular among Cthulhu cultists. Cf. Christian Celia: small hair-like protrusion used in bacterial motion Cooper: short for “cooperator”, eg in prisoners dilemmas Cynthea: from sin+theos, “one who is without God”, popular among atheists Demi: short for “Demiurge” Derek: Hebrew, “path” Devin: “godlike” Emmett: Hebrew, “truth” Felicia: “catlike” Gerald: “a verb used as a noun” Godfrey: “one who is without God”, cf. Cynthea Isaiah: from iso+Yah, “one who is equal to God”, cf Devin Jacqueline: “one who is like a jackal”, cf. Felicia Jeb: short for “John Ellis Bush” Jeffrey: from Yah+free, “one who is without God”, cf. Godfrey and Cynthea Jermaine: “relevant” Jessie: short for “John Ellis Bush”, cf. Jeb Jezebel: short for “John Ellis Bush”, cf. Jeb, Jessie Karen: from ka+ren, “benevolent soul” Katarina: Japanese form of Cathleen Kinsley: eg Feanor Megan: Greek, “great” Monique: mono+unique, emphatic form of “unique”. Nevaeh: Hebrew, “prophetess” Percy: short for “pursuer”. Cf. Hunter and Chase Rayleigh: see “Riley” Raymond: from rei+mundi, form of “rex mundi”, “king of the world”, cf. Demi Riley: Anglicization of “R’lyeh”; popular among Cthulhu cultists. Cf. Cathleen Samantha: sam+anthros, “half a man” Savannah: short for “Savonarola”, famous Florentine monk Valerie: “one who is like the Valar”
The oil in my pores has made my whole body burn like a gas lamp / a lantern with an integument casing, grease-stained-coat that lets way to fire too easily. How much scrubbing will get this off? How much rubbing down? Plaster mud to the surface of my cheeks, then my jaw, neck, the crook there, right there, where the redness gives into bleeding / because I think I am still bleeding. The never-bitten-down nails. The grown-out weapons that rip pulpous parasites because I never remember how they are me. This oil that I do not want / that leaves me to burn, to redden, to fry under the sun like fish soaked in lard, like an egg on the asphalt in summer, cracked open, leaves me cracked open / makes me aware somehow of this thing that I do not want / because I do not want it. I grapple with the rind like fighting tooth and nail will give me anything but a lop-sided smile and a hangnail, like denying that I allowed the vermin to grow will make them any less / grown / will make the oil any less burnt.
It’s October, which means it’s time for some queer Horror! I’m prepared to fully admit that I’m a big wimp and so I haven’t yet dipped into Lost Souls, the bloody, highly sexual, totally horrific vampire novel by the author formerly known as Poppy Z. Brite, but I do know that if you’re into queer Horror, it’s gotta be your first stop.
At a club in Missing Mile, N.C., the children of the night…
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