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http://demon-days9823.deviantart.com/journal/26484980/ Sun, 09 Aug 2009 13:48:43 PDT Hm.. I suppose I should clarify why the title involves "weird shit." I believed it was on August 1st this year... Ryan, Jim, Ravyn, Animal, Seth and I went down this tunnel that leads from Harvard Park to the Platte River. On the way down, it was fine, but on the way back to Harvard park, I started seeing some pretty crazy shit, spirits, illusioned dead bodies, so on so forth. I was tweaking out. Thank god I had a charm that's protected me for a couple of weeks now, thanks to Morgan. It was really bothering me though...

Alright, so I'm gonna give a basic throw of my beliefs on the moon.

The moon, when in its full or new state, gives off energy that can be good or bad, depending on your out door location and the people around you.

I was getting bad energy Friday...

Cheeseman Park is a haunted park. It was at one point a cemetery, so that's part of the reason why it was fucking with me. The spirits there... I felt like they were trying to kill me, I shit you not. I had these crazy stabbing feelings all over, but again the protection charm thanks to MoMo was able to keep most of the stabbing to a minimal. I kept falling over, began to refer to myself in the third person and my speech became broken. So instead of getting out full sentences, "Twitch would talk this." That didn't stop when we left... In fact, it stayed for another hour or so, I was finally able to talk properly again at around 1:30 in the morning, but we left at 12:30. But I wasn't the only one getting the stabbing. Dominique was to... It was weird...

And a little bit of a side update, I'm rather pissed off at the schooling system. Last year, I did SO FUCKING WELL. I got no F's. no suspensions, one bad report, and yet I have to be on a fucking behavioral contract again. Blow me, DPS, blow me...

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I am working as much as I can on SemiBroken Eggshells, but school is starting soon so I can't be too sure when I will get it in.

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http://demon-days9823.deviantart.com/journal/26225006/ Tue, 28 Jul 2009 02:52:31 PDT A couple of journal posts ago I posted a little bit about this strange continuous dream I had. In this dream, I was older, about 23 or so. Let me give you lot a basis on it...

It starts out in a coffee shop in a small mountain town. I'm sitting more or less in the middle of the coffee shop, facing the entrance. If I were to look over either shoulder I would see all behind me. I'm drawing and reading the news, an article about a group of people who were on this surprisingly moving hunt for an individual. These people have been in the news for the last year and a half or so. The article was about my friends hunting for me. That's moving? Hah, that's what I thought. I look up from my paper and I see three people, Morgan, Kristal and Elle, walk into the coffee shop, talking with one another about "Having to find Xander." I just kind of laughed. Now in this, my look is changed. I had lost a lot of weight, grown out my bangs, dyed my hair dark green, wore it like a scene kid, and wore contacts, a grey one and an ice blue one.

They sat at the table by me and continued their conversation before I piped up, "Who are you looking for."

Morgan was a little agitated, so he muttered, "We are looking for our friend Xander. Commonly goes by Twitch."

...

I think thats all I am going to share. I am actually planning on starting a short chapter book of it called "Semi Broken Eggshells." I kinda like the idea of broken eggshells, so the title works rather well.

But yeah.

I suppose I am done spamming. Gotta get back to sewing the crotch of my pants. e.e;

Xander J. Woolfe

I was tagged. -facepalm.- By the sweetheart *SakoTheFox Here I go...

Here's what you do:
1. Post the rules.
2. Each tagged person must tell 8 things about themselves.
3. At the end you have to tag 8 people and post their icons in your journal.
4. Then go back to their page and leave a comment saying you tagged them.
5. NO tagbacks!

1. I collect empty bullet shells

2. I preform in technical Faux Drag[since I am trans but I preform as a drag king, thats technical faux drag]

3. If you get on my bad side I can fuck your life over

4. I seem to like falling for the taller, skinner guys, I don't know why

5. I eat raw meat when I'm pissed off or tired [raw steak or pork]

6. I hide my fears

7. I love video games

8. I am loveable

I tag: Anyone who wants to do this

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http://demon-days9823.deviantart.com/journal/25852907/ Fri, 10 Jul 2009 04:17:09 PDT

Now I think this is my FAVORITE piece EVER to be posted on deviantART. It shows that, whether someone is religious or not, that no matter how their son or daughter identifies that there is still that unconditional love that the parent SHOULD have for their child/children. I mean, fuck, I started crying just reading the positive comments people made on this picture!

My coming out experience, as most of you know, wasn't that great. My mother yelled "YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!" at midnight to me when she thought I was full blown lesbian, when infact I was more leaned toward heterosexual. And when I FINALLY came out as trans? Still, I didn't earn the undying love that I wish have from her.

A slightly similar story for my friends Morgan and his older brother Jason.

Jason turned 20 on the eighth of July. Jason is gay and being raised in a Mormon household, he and Morgan are the black sheep of the family. Jason was going to BYU[from what he told me its a Mormon college. ehhh..] and someone who he thought was his friend called him out to the headmaster or dean or whatever they are called in college. A picture similar to the mother is of him infront of a white sheet of paper, with the following written on it in red.

"Hi. I'm awesome and am at Pride in SLC 09 because I got kicked out of BYU for being openly gay. I am free now and never going back. :]

-J.W."

The picture is right here as proof.

Morgan and Jason go through equally hard times, seeing is how Morgan is bi leaned more toward gay. If their father was as loving as this mother, I would be happy for them. If my mother, who is in no way shape or form religious, was like this mother, I would be ecstatic. But alas, people aren't the same and there are always going to be opinions.

And on that note, I am going to try to go to bed. e.e; I really need to try to sleep more

- Xander J. Woolfe