about the Kemetic religious community that makes me want to die quietly in my sleep.

Or possibly never post anywhere again.

From: [identity profile] graydon saunders (from livejournal.com)


Whence comes the necessity of a response?

I mean, ok, yeah, patriarchy, you're not allowed to just decide they're a waste of volume and ignore them because their social needs are axiomatically important, but patriarchy is way serious wrong about that.

From: [identity profile] graydon saunders (from livejournal.com)


Well, bother.

I would suppose the next question is "how do you keep it from being an energy-expenditure/attrition contest", or, almost as good, keep an energy/attrition contest from being legitimate?

From: [identity profile] graydon saunders (from livejournal.com)


Sounds like a good response.

Hope it works. (Meaning people are actually concerned with something other than being nuisances.)
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From: [personal profile] ivy


Oh for fuck's sake. My complete sympathy. If you can have black tea, I am more than willing to send you some blueberry anti-drama tea.
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Local tradition originally started among a bunch of my DC area pagan friends. Attacks of significant WTF out of the blue were, uh, rewarded by blueberry goods being gifted to the unfortunate recipient of that drama meteorite by sympathetic and understanding other community members. The idea was really something like "well, if you have to put up with that craziness, at least you get to do it with delicious blueberries". So it's not always necessarily tea, that's just what gets sent to me since I like tea. Other people have had blueberry mead sent to them. I think there were a couple of other variants as well.
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