I'm following the good example of a friend and partitioning off parts of the journal. The first reason is due to the fact that few people want to know everything about a friend. We have interests, and I can't say that I'd love to read it if a friend decided to write up a book on the exact length of a parrot's tail feathers... perhaps a bird lover would be interested but alas, not me in the least. If I write something somewhere that you don't care about then it's more likely to be on a different filter and out of your way. The second reason is to maintain privacy, lets face it, this is the internet, an axe murderer can pose as a six year old child with nothing more than a computer and a bit of imagination. I don't trust a vast majority of the population, and I'm different enough from the mainstream to attract more than a little unwanted attention. If you find yourself on a filter you don't particularly wish to keep track of, make me aware of it and I shall remove you from it.

Public- This is the face I show the public. it's limited, reserved and rather shy.

Unrestricted Writings:
These words require my friendship, nothing more.

General- This is the mask I wear in the company of friends, it can include any number of subjects, from the weather to a daily log. Expect whatever you like, but you won't be finding any secrets here.

On Days to Come- Friends and loved ones can go here to see plans and schedules of the days or weeks or months to come, anything I intend to indulge in the near future.

On Kin and Kind- My thoughts on loved ones and my interactions with them. You could find words about friends, my social situation and difficulties, the events in the lives of those I love.

On the Inner Fire- I follow no set religion, but I do follow a number of Pagan tenants and am quite spiritual. These writings will include musings on my beliefs and what if anything I should do about it. possibly even something valid from time to time.

Words of the Craft- I am a storyteller, this requires that I have a relatively good story. These writings will be used to share such things, to share my thoughts and ideas on my chosen craft and to flesh out the worlds within these tales. Feel free to make suggestions, 'tiss what this is here for.

Plots Within Plots- Tabletop Role Playing Games. If you don't know what that means and Dungeons & Dragons rings no bells then chances are good that these writings are not for you. I am most often the Game-Master/Storyteller/God of these little worlds, these words are for those that do not currently play in one of them, my players are denied access for practical reasons.

On Ages Unknown- This is made up of my dreams for the future, my plans that stretch on for years or decades, things I wish to do while I yet live. In short, this is made up of what I intend to achieve with this life of mine.

The Letters of Morpheus- Since making my Fetish in his likeness, Lord Morpheus has been allowing me to remember the things I dream. This filter is for guidance and expression, 'tiss how I shall share these thoughts and memories of my time in his kingdom of brass.

Songs of Sorrow- I'm young, a poet and more or less human. I have my share of complaints and "Woe is me!" spiels. If you're odd enough to want to hear it then you need but ask, I can cry into any ear that presents itself when the need arises.

The Restricted Writings:
These four sections require my trust, not many have it.

On the Occulted- 'On the Inner Fire' refers to my spiritual beliefs, this is both more and less real, it will cover such things as my thoughts on ghosts and other supernatural subjects, real or imagined. I cover assorted issues here that I don't particularly care to share with the public at large. 'On the Occulted' is restricted to those I believe I can trust in such matters, The list is short.

Near and Dear to Me- Just as it says, these writings are private and will be treated as such. Only a very select group of eyes will be included here.

On pleasures of the Flesh- I AM human and I DO feel rapture, despite the fact that I'm so restrictive with those I choose to share it with. These writing are on my sexuality and therefore, quite restrictive. Do not bother asking to be included, the only request that will be honored here is the wish to be removed.

My Second Heart- This is reserved for those I love, specifically those I'm intimately involved with, it's quite likely that only one name will occupy this list at any given time, sometimes none at all.

ok... so I actually have to keep up with schoolwork this year... that's fine, I love doing useless work that's only meant to keep me in practice, love it so much that 20 sketches a week and 2 separate 1-page journal entries aren't going to be an issue, and the 3 posts a week on the class forum as well as the non-weekly asignments and my other classes should make this year just like heaven!

I took 4 classes to raise my GPA... now they're swamping me in friggen busy work... joy. x.X

In other news, the coven isn't arguing my choice to step back and look at what I want out of my spirituality and my girlfriend and I are fighting as often as not... I hate fuming at her, but she annoys the hell out of me sometimes... Lots of change this year. Either I'll come out better for it or I'll come out scarred again, I'm pushing for better.

Four classes this time, and most of them are throw aways, grades should be better if I can force myself to do the work and quit playing around for once.

Time will tell, wish me luck and strength, I might need it.

It's the ninth year on the millenium, the number of physical completion, but for me it's just another turn of the wheel.

New Years day has come and gone marked only by a 'spoonful' of those vile black-eyed peas and the passing of time.  I watch the clock roll through numbers each day and the days roll on like an endless parade... just another notch in a belt.

Nothing about the world seems to matter and I find myself growing bored with myself and my life... it's always just another day.

I wonder if this madness of mine will ever end.

I think it might be good to live my own life... to finally be terrified again.  Perhaps I should have forgone the peas all together... maybe could use a bit of misfortune this time around.

I left my house today to find, not a flock of birds, but a world full to overflowing with the sound of feathers and flux. Now is the time of Autumn and the falling of dry leaves, now is the time of the seasonal migrations, now is the time of the darkening of Father Sky, of sleep, of Morpheus and dreams, of great winds and cool nights. Now is the time of feasting, of thanksgiving, of the year's wealth, now is the time of celebration. Now is the time to start my tale, may I seize this day, season, year, may I grasp hold of this time with both hands and yield not, My time is NOW. Now is the time of communication, of the mind, now is the time of AIR!

I spent lunch with a group of friends today, and every last one of them was Christian. It's occurred to me that people seek out others who are like to them, but I've never understood why everyone must be so similar. I've heard a good many say that God loves diversity, but why is mankind so opposed to it?

I love seeing something new and wonderful, love finding friends among the masses and would love to be able to walk as I am instead of how I wish to be seen. People won't allow it however. To walk in the nude violates decency laws, to walk in the clothing that suits me best would label me as odd and to be avoided. I walk into an establishment and the owner thinks "eccentric", "whimsical", "silly", "stupid". Why am I not simply myself? Why can we not simply have faith that others have their own lives to live and their own troubles to solve?

But no... racism and holy-wars run rampant, hate crimes are discussed at length by great thinkers and common citizens, sometimes both at once. What makes the unknown so frightening? Why is what goes bump in the dark any more dangerous than what lays within the skull of our neighbor? How can we trust those around us and not see the intelligence and virtue in those we hate? Why do we refuse to learn? THIS more than anything else is what angers me about this human race. THIS is why I feel the need to hide from the world. THIS is why I have a need for filters. Please, prove me wrong.