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The diary continues, with actual dialogue! And monologue in a way.
the Vernor's in dad's hand is Michigan's ubiquitous local soft drink, a sweet ginger ale that used to be way stronger when he was a kid, and the key ingredient in a Boston Cooler (which is named after the street in Detroit and has nothing to do with that pack of Tonic drinkahs). We buy them by the box and bring them to Chicago. It's just family culture by now.
I came out to my pastor as areligious at 15 or so, but couldn't to my family. My mom is exvangelical, dad is ex-catholic, and they thought presbyterianism was a solid thing to make sure their kids got more Jesus without any of the awkward stuff. Sister, radfem stuff aside, is devout and calligraphs Bible quotes for room decor. I'm technically an ordained Presbyterian deacon, but I'm too abstract and distantly feline to not question every single aspect about something you're not supposed to question. That was half of why I was initially interested in Judaism, the other half was learning "wait, I don't technically have to believe in the reality of an omnipresent God, that's amazing." Either way, my deaconship was full of questions about every single concept of the godhead, and it still keeps me up at night wondering how it works. Azure showed me something doesn't have to exist to be real, so now I'm wondering what else is out there and if a human is capable of understanding it. Hopefully once I'm a cat I can understand it with less baggage.
And Calvinism has a LOT to question. And I do! Constantly.
The dream, sadly, wasn't piss in the cool way. That's not even a thing of mine. Most of my dreams are like three days long and exhaustively detailed. If I'm reading a book I'll dream the whole book. Movies, too. Freud would have a field day with how often I'm at a party or something and get absolutely splattered with something and run off crying, or just have to do a task in front of someone else and fail miserably for a day and a half. I never quite left the piaget stage of being constantly worried about whether I was competent as a person, identity be damned. Also it was on a different couch.
And because people have asked - I draw my dad as a stoat. His side of the family I draw as mustelids, mom's side as dogs, and my sister hasn't responded to what she wants to be.
the Vernor's in dad's hand is Michigan's ubiquitous local soft drink, a sweet ginger ale that used to be way stronger when he was a kid, and the key ingredient in a Boston Cooler (which is named after the street in Detroit and has nothing to do with that pack of Tonic drinkahs). We buy them by the box and bring them to Chicago. It's just family culture by now.
I came out to my pastor as areligious at 15 or so, but couldn't to my family. My mom is exvangelical, dad is ex-catholic, and they thought presbyterianism was a solid thing to make sure their kids got more Jesus without any of the awkward stuff. Sister, radfem stuff aside, is devout and calligraphs Bible quotes for room decor. I'm technically an ordained Presbyterian deacon, but I'm too abstract and distantly feline to not question every single aspect about something you're not supposed to question. That was half of why I was initially interested in Judaism, the other half was learning "wait, I don't technically have to believe in the reality of an omnipresent God, that's amazing." Either way, my deaconship was full of questions about every single concept of the godhead, and it still keeps me up at night wondering how it works. Azure showed me something doesn't have to exist to be real, so now I'm wondering what else is out there and if a human is capable of understanding it. Hopefully once I'm a cat I can understand it with less baggage.
And Calvinism has a LOT to question. And I do! Constantly.
The dream, sadly, wasn't piss in the cool way. That's not even a thing of mine. Most of my dreams are like three days long and exhaustively detailed. If I'm reading a book I'll dream the whole book. Movies, too. Freud would have a field day with how often I'm at a party or something and get absolutely splattered with something and run off crying, or just have to do a task in front of someone else and fail miserably for a day and a half. I never quite left the piaget stage of being constantly worried about whether I was competent as a person, identity be damned. Also it was on a different couch.
And because people have asked - I draw my dad as a stoat. His side of the family I draw as mustelids, mom's side as dogs, and my sister hasn't responded to what she wants to be.
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The idea of divine judgment in a predestined world just seems masturbatory to me, really. God's really going to condemn people for performing the actions he has indelibly scripted out for them? We have been programmed to sin, dancing helplessly around on the end of his puppet strings, and that's somehow our fault? Bullshit.
Having said that, I'd probably better not get started on that topic. Especially since the wonderful artwork you've created is rather more the focus.
Having said that, I'd probably better not get started on that topic. Especially since the wonderful artwork you've created is rather more the focus.
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