Stepping Away from Feminists

I have a feeling this will be one of my least popular posts yet. I feel it now.

Here goes.

It all started when I came across a post about “Sexual Racism”. It is basically the premise that if you aren’t sexually attracted to people of a certain race it isn’t personal preference, it’s you being racist. Yea. Smell the bullshit coming off that.

I have identified as feminist since I was pretty young. It was more I got called a feminist (not in a bad way) and I was just kinda like “yea, that’s right!”.

I am by no means a Social Justice Warrior. I’m not politically correct a lot of the time. Don’t get me wrong (usually) I don’t purposely hurt anyone’s feelings but some of this shit is getting ridiculous.

At first I was thinking it was the 3rd wave feminism that was giving me the urge to leave. But the more research I do, the more I realize that it really isn’t them as a whole. Mostly because the title third wave feminism gets used incorrectly. Basically treating it like something brand new when in reality third wave feminism started in the early to mid 90’s.

Here is a short break down of the waves.

First wave:

The first wave of feminism took place in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, emerging out of an environment of urban industrialism and liberal, socialist politics. The goal of this wave was to open up opportunities for women, with a focus on suffrage.


The second wave began in the 1960s and continued into the 90s. This wave unfolded in the context of the anti-war and civil rights movements and the growing self-consciousness of a variety of minority groups around the world. The New Left was on the rise, and the voice of the second wave was increasingly radical. In this phase, sexuality and reproductive rights were dominant issues, and much of the movement’s energy was focused on passing the Equal Rights Amendment to the Constitution guaranteeing social equality regardless of sex.

You can thank the second wave for Sex and gender differentiation—the former being biological, and the later a social construct that varies culture-to-culture and over time.


The third wave of feminism began in the mid-90’s and was informed by post-colonial and post-modern thinking. In this phase many constructs were destabilized, including the notions of “universal womanhood,” body, gender, sexuality and heteronormativity. An aspect of third wave feminism that mystified the mothers of the earlier feminist movement was the readoption by young feminists of the very lip-stick, high-heels, and cleavage proudly exposed by low cut necklines that the first two phases of the movement identified with male oppression. Pinkfloor expressed this new position when she said that it’s possible to have a push-up bra and a brain at the same time. The “grrls” of the third wave stepped onto the stage as strong and empowered, eschewing victimization and defining feminine beauty for themselves as subjects, not as objects of a sexist patriarchy. They developed a rhetoric of mimicry, which appropriated derogatory terms like “slut” and “bitch” in order to subvert sexist culture and deprive it of verbal weapons. The web is an important tool of “girlie feminism.”

Got this information here. Looking around this seems to be accurate.

Basically what it boils down to is each wave was for issues of that time being handled in a way realistic for that time. The second wave wasn’t fighting for women’s right to vote because it was already done, so they moved on to issues like getting fair work, being in charge of their own bodies, etc. The third wave is really no different, just moving on to the next problem.

What I believe really is the problem is the trend I’m seeing in (unfortunately) my generation and the next.

Some how we have cultivated new generations of whiney babies that think because someone has said something that upsets them that they have the right to tell them to not say that thing (ie. “triggered). That instead of having conversations and discussions with apposing views they just go on the attack because how do someone disagree with them and that person is a terrible person for thinking incorrectly.

I was looking at an article about Halloween costumes and cultural appropriation on a feminist page (this is not a feminist issue by the way). Some of it I agree to like Native American costumes (because they are very stereotypical not “cultural appropriation”) but others like women wearing saris. Actually the sari part is the one I commented about specifically. I go to Ren Faire every year I can and every time there is an Indian couple (as in they themselves migrated from India to here) that sell saris and lots of belly dancing gear. This last year I went he was very active in trying to sell me (a very white girl) one that I had shown some interest in. Also commenting that I don’t take well to people trying to tell me what I can and cannot wear.

The comments I got were wow. Some were in agreement. Others called that couple sell outs and that in every culture there are sell outs, one told me my name was an insult to dogs (referring to Silverwolf) and other insulting comments. All, by the way, were from women just as white as me. The insults didn’t hurt my feelings, I have much thicker skin than that. It has officially put me off to the community in whole because this wasn’t the first time that not only did people resort to insults because I had a disagreeing opinion but because not a single one actually wanted to have a discussion about it. Just wanted to insult me to try to shut me up.

This Social Justice Warrior trend is what I’m speaking of. They are intent on sacrificing free speech in the name of political correctness.

Perfect example.

Here is a great article on the whole thing that highly suggest, though it is more focused at colleges.

They want their way. Their way of thinking is the only right way, and you are dehumanized to nothing but some form of privilege if you disagree.

It seems the way to bring yourself or a certain group up, they want to bring others down.

On the specific subject of feminism, there is a lot of attacks on men.

As a whole, I love men. Now there are specific men I don’t like, and some I even hate but it that is because of their own actions. Not because they are men.

I don’t agree with everything in this article, but it is still good.

I’m fed up with it, and I’m done.

This is really the only thing I’m going to post on this.

I am not changing. The same problems are still important to me (lgbt, public breastfeeding, etc), but I will not longer be using the term feminist. I have no interest in being a part of the community any longer because I don’t want to be associated with these people.

I wasn’t planning on this post being so ranty but oh well.

Bring on the pitchforks and torches.

My little brother likes to say my catch phrase is “I do what I want”, so….


Progress of Relationships – Freya

So now that I am feeling much better (hardly any pain) I can get started on this series.

It’s Friday so who better to start with then the Golden Goddess Herself.

I call her my Lady, Sister, Mother, Lover, Mentor and Friend.

She is the Vandis, said to be leader of the Valkyries and receiver of Her choice of half of the honorable dead.

When I first started down the Northern Path I tried to start a relationship with Her and got no bites. I didn’t want to force it so I backed off.

Some time down the line She came to me. Sitting cross legged on my bed telling me to wear something with cleavage to church (at the time force by Christian parents to go to church at least once a month).

She hasn’t left me since.

We have gotten closer over time as most relationships tend to go.

She forces me to see the beauty in all things, especially myself. To look at it head on, embrace it and love it. Taking it wholly into myself.

She asks very little of me except to be a representation of Her in my own way.

She told me She didn’t come to me at first because She wanted to check me out first. Seeing that I had potential for her uses in this world She came to me.

She told me once She would like for me to be one of her Valkyries after this incarnation. Nothing is set in stone, but as far as I’m aware that hasn’t.

She pushes my views toward sexuality, forcing me to change it to something far more healthy. She love hanging around in the nude, which I have finally gotten used to.

She sometimes calls me Her child, sometimes Her sister, and sometimes a friend.

I feel all these things in the moments we share.

It’s a complicated sort of love but it is one that works for us well.

I bought perfume oil dedicated to her from Beth, and I wear it every day, always keeping her with me even when she isn’t actually around.

I burn her candle every day, and make special offerings on Fridays.

Some posts about her:

About the first time we met.

After a while.

As we became closer. At that time I thought having just three of Them in my life was difficult. Wow have times changed.

The Valkyrie conversation.

Just a bit of fun.

Some of the progress she has made with me.

More of the work.

A bit more about what she wants.

And that is all I have for today.

Until next time loves.

Happy Freya’s day!

The Hunt, the Huntress and the Thunderer

Big topic right now considering how early The Hunt started.

I’m going to dance around it a bit.

Building my relationship back up with Thor has been going pretty well so far. It’s definitely slow goings with Him being very busy with what is going on, but still going. I was not doing so good the past few days and He was actually babying me quite a bit yesterday. As a thank you I have a nice new shiny Mjolnir coming in the mail. He told me it wasn’t necessary. The one I normally wear is the first one I got. I’m not getting rid of it by any means, it has sentimental value now. But it is getting old and getting kind of dingy. Not to mention it’s more of a symbol of the relationship almost starting anew (getting the new one I mean).

The closer we have been getting again the more I feel The Hunt. I’ve been getting antsy. Most nights I’ve been getting plenty of sleep but still wake up exhausted. I have a feeling some astral stuff has been going on while I’m asleep but I can never remember any of it.

I almost feel The Hunt calling. It may have some to do with my origins in the Wolf Tribe of Vanaheim. They play a pretty big part in The Hunt. I don’t really feel like I know enough about it though to really be able to talk too much about it.

When Thor comes to me though, he seems kind of exhausted. He has definitely been busy.

Skadi’s energy has been becoming more prominent to me as of late. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but it was more in passing. She is calling me to Her again. My reaction is “well Your mark is still on my arm so of course!” She loves The Hunt. She is almost giddy which is really entertaining.

When She left me, I was really sad. She isn’t the warmest most affectionate Jotun, but she really helped me to get through a really hard time. She didn’t do this by babying me, She kicked my ass in gear. I still feel a fierce loyalty to her.

Freya’s reaction to The Hunt? Imagine a gorgeous blond with brilliant blue eyes in a sort of Shieldmaiden outfit skipping with a sword. That pretty well describes it. I’ve never seen her like this before.

Fenrir seems to be avoiding it all, but is trying his best to make up for the time that Thor is gone.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

Until next time loves.

Happy Freya’s Day!

Side note

So a little side note that I forgot to add to my last post.

I’m mentioning this because of the whole thing about my brother-in-law calling my younger brother (and myself by the way, but he was a lot more bothered by it than me) crazy for having the kind of relationship with Them that we do.

I explained to him talking to someone who hasn’t experienced this kind of stuff is really difficult (especially if its a tool like my brother-in-law) and most people will think you crazy.

My thought process is there is enough of us out there, and we can’t all be crazy.

So, as someone who has a very close relationship with Them, and sees at least one of Them on a daily basis, I encourage anyone who is in the same boat to contact me if they need someone to talk to.


I am not a trained therapist.

I am not a medical physician/doctor.

I cannot and will not give advise on medication or anything medically related.

That said, I will listen if you want someone to just talk about it. In normal every day life matters, or religion type related things, if asked, I will offer advise if I have any to give.

Feel free to email me at wolfmoonchild09 at gmail dot com.  3

If I don’t reply right away, give me some time. I try to check my email everyday. If we have gone through a conversation and I stop answering it is most likely that I didn’t really have anything to say. I don’t like to say something meaningless just to say something.


In my life I am always trying to progress further. For quite sometime I have been concentrating on further my knowledge of and relationship with Them.

Just got my new Mjolnir in the mail on Monday (been too busy to post a picture).


I’m so in love with necklace. I tend to spoil/spend the most money on Thor.

Since starting my relationship with my current boyfriend, my relationship with Thor has been a bit on the strained side, but my relationship with Freya and Mani has gotten stronger. I’ve also been actually developing a relationship with Fenrir. He has told me his goal with me is to turn me into an “Alpha Wolf”, not exactly something I was necessarily wanting to do but I’m not fighting it.  My initial reaction was “Well, these people already say I’m Alpha”, a half joking remark. He simply shook his head at me. Well then.

Last Wednesday he decided he wanted to get in bed with me and snuggle up, at this point I starting feeling a weird pressure in the middle of my forehead. Not sure what that was about.

But, currently working on mending my relationship with Thor, which hasn’t been that difficult.

Also has become an situation of having two mothers, Freya and Frigga. It’s almost like one for strength and one for compassion. And then there is Mani, the one that has taken a fatherly role for me, and alluding to it not being the first time in my life he has done this. So that is a whole other bag of worms.

And as I said in my last post, it’s research time for me. I’m gathering up as much information on The Wild Hunt as I possibly can. The time will be upon us before you know it (hopefully).

That’s about as much as far as updates on my devotion as I got for the moment.

My little brother just got claimed by Anubis (for an update on him) and I have been trying to help him out with his new path as much as possible. So now he has Bast and Anubis.


Just a reminder my email address is on the side there if you ever want to talk. Chit chat is cool, I am also open to giving advise when I can and I’m fairly good at interpreting dreams. Just throwing that out there.

Just another day

This is going to be another post just about what is going on in my life. It’s going to be kind of random and all over the place, so if you choose to skip this one I understand. But, you have been warned.

So I almost forgot that my birthday is tomorrow (Sunday the 19th), and the other day I cussed out an ice cream truck driver because he cut me off on the interstate twice. Feeling like I’m officially an adult.

Finally paid off my new Mani necklace and got it in the mail yesterday. It is beautiful!


The picture does no justice at all to how gorgeous this necklace is, but I couldn’t be happier, especially since I got it before the next full moon. It was made by the very talented Beth.

I also finally have some incense for Him, picked out by Him. I couldn’t tell you what the sent is. It is from a local place called Magic Garden. The name has a bit of a relevance between the two of us. We share a song by the band Skyclad (UK band that you need to check out if you haven’t) called A Stranger in the Garden. The lyrics don’t have any direct correlation to Mani per se except for a mention of the full moon, but it is a song that we both enjoy a lot and has more meaning between the two of us. The song actually has a bit of a mention of Aphrodite, Valhalla, and Eden (not connecting them together, just mentioned). My relationship with Mani continues to grow stronger and stronger.

A little bit on the sore side today. I had to help my step dad get our new fridge in the house. It was actually too big to fit through the doorway so it became whole ordeal that took almost an hour and a half.

So my younger brother has given up Wicca for Kemetics. He is developing a relationship with Bast. He is the first one I have told about how intimate my relationship is with Them (talking, seeing, etc) in my personal life. He understood, believed, and asked for advise on how he could have that kind of relationship. It’s kind of hard because I don’t have much to give him. For me it just came naturally, I didn’t really have to try to see or hear Them. I keep trying to explain to him that everyone is going to have a different experience. I’m used to being the guide for him, always have been. Sometimes I feel like he is my child, mostly because I had to help raise him. I try to teach him about life, to guide him to make his own decisions, to do what is best for himself and not for others. I am also his protector, always have been. Sometimes though, you have to let them fall so they can learn. This is one of those things I can’t teach him how to do. I’ve directed him to the best resources I can find, but that isn’t a pantheon I work with. I am pretty strictly Norse, not that I think it is bad to work with other pantheons, it’s just not something I do. The reason? Haven’t connected with any other ones. But, here is where something comes up, a little dreaded UPG. I was debating on whether or not I would share it, but why in Helheim not? I have come to understand that Bast and Freya have a good relationship. I went to Freya to see if she could help him at all with his budding relationship with Bast. “I’ll see what I can do,” was the answer I got with a smile. That night? Bast came to him in his dream.

Not doing much for the birthday. Just having a BBQ with the family and my boyfriend. Turning 22, nothing special. Everyone keep telling me “it’s still your birthday, you should celebrate it!” but I just don’t see too much of a need. This may come from my childhood. In the post I talk more about it but growing up in borderline poverty, after a certain point we only celebrated the big birthdays (13, 16, and 18). Every other birthday usually my present was having a birthday cake. It was all we could really afford. So that is kind of the way I still think of it. For my 30th though, you better believe I will have a big bash. I don’t dread getting older (unlike my sister who is freaking out about turning 30) I embrace. Freya seems to push a lot aging gracefully. Aging gracefully really has nothing to do with actual looks. It’s about your attitude. If you fight aging and try to make yourself younger than you are you are doing yourself no favors. Age gracefully, accept your age, realize you earned your years, you earned every freckle, scar, wrinkle, and grey hair. Be proud of that.

Just Thinking

So I have been doing a bit of contemplating on my current situation, religion wise.

My older sister D, had once said about the guy she was dating “He made a deal with God to ……before he was born”. I don’t remember what the thing was. It was forever ago, but the rest of it obviously stuck. At the time, an image of a baby came to mind, talking with YHWH before he was aloud to be born. This was long before I realized I had other options than Christianity, by the way.

Keeping that little tidbit in mind, I’ve been thinking about my personal history and connections to Them.

Was it destined? Was the decision made before I was born?

A lot of what I have been through has brought me to the Northern Path, really to just anything other than Christianity. My family is really what ended up bringing me specifically to Asatru, or being a Heathen, or what ever you want to call it.

The abuse in my childhood from the stepdad that raised me forged a connection to Mani.

About 90% of my relationships have ended in the guy just disappearing. Not even dumping me, just never saw him again. Crying as I try to found out what happened (though my tears aren’t made of gold).

As a child, due to my stepdad’s gambling habit, my mom was working all the time. I had to help raise my younger brother. On many occasions I took over my mother’s duties for one reason or another. As in I cooked dinner for the family, made sure the house was clean, and that my younger brother got done everything he needed. There have been times where I metaphorically held the keys to the house.

After that stepdad, another came. He was much more abusive, though only mentally. No one would stand up to him. I became the protector ( I would have love to beat the shit out of him with a nice sized hammer) of my family members. That feeling of being protective has stuck with me.

Makes all of this feel almost destined to be. Just a thought.

Side note: Saw a goat on my way home yesterday in someone’s yard. Not exactly common where I live.

I get it Thor, I haven’t been paying enough of attention to you.

Work Needs to Be Done

So like I said in my Montana my energy level has gone up, obviously just needing a break from everything. Now with having the really bad sunburn, I haven’t been able to do much of anything. Just even sitting still would hurt. I was mainly making offerings to Eir and Frigga, asking for their assistance in healing as I worked to get my skin back to normal ( a lot of Aloe Vera lotion has been used since getting back).

Now that I am just about pack to normal (yay!) with some pealing (ugh), I am being told I must get back to work.

Freya is wanting me to start doing yoga and belly dancing again. Frigga is wanting me to hone my house keeping skills. The plan is to move out and get my own place at either the end of the year of beginning of next year. With that, and my new relationship, there is good possibility that I won’t be alone in the new apartment (assuming that all goes well with Batman). Being the keeper of the keys, in charge of the home, which is seen as a place of power instead of a derogatory thing.

It’s all about honoring Them through actions. Offerings of time and energy (in addition to the incense and candles that I have been doing regularly), making yourself as a good example in Their honor on Midgard.

I’ve also been keeping an eye out for devotional type jewelry for both of Them, Frigga and Freya. So far there is only one thing I’ve liked, which is a necklace Nono made for Frigga (or could be for Sigyn but you should know who I’d use it for). I couldn’t afford it but fortunately it is now part of a giveaway drawing which I entered. Fingers crossed! Nothing I’ve liked for Freya yet. I might just have to get up the money and have something special made (or attempt to make something myself).

Freya has also given me a bit of a talking to about the way I’ve been living.

“You need to get out of your little bubble.  You are only 21 and yet you live your life like you are in your 40’s. You rarely actually go out and have fun. That is why you feel stuck. You have a routine down that you are far too comfortable with. You need to get rid of that. You are missing too many new experiences. Delve into physical and mental pleasure. Do something you have never done before. Do it while you still have complete freedom, with no one to take care of. Throw out you routine!”

That is a little easier said than done. I’m a home body who doesn’t do well with people I don’t know. She has a great point though, I even eat the same stuff every week, it’s bad.

What Your Supposed to Be

People seem to have this need to put everything in their neat little groups. It helps them stay organized. If they put this in this little group, that’s where it belongs and that means they are/do this, this and this.

That works well with objects, not so much with people.

I’m going to speak from my own personal experience, but I’d love input from people in other “groups” and what they experience.

“Oh you’re a feminist?” that must mean you:

-hate men.

-don’t shave.

-chastise stay at home mothers.

-only care about women’s problems.

-are a “feminazi”.

-blame everything on the “patriarchal society”.

-are a lonely, fat, ugly woman with a  “bob” hair cut (yes I’ve heard a guy say all feminists are lonely, fat, and ugly with butch hair cuts).

-are actually just a lesbian.

-overly sensitive, and will attack someone over anything that could possibly be against a woman.

-will bitch out a guy for doing anything nice for you like opening doors.

-don’t wear a bra.

Oh you’re a heathen?” that must mean you:

-only listen to Viking metal (not necessarily a bad thing), and always wear their shirts.

-only got into it because of Marvel, and want to do Tom Hiddleston or Chris Hemsworth (because I’m a woman).

-are racist.

-just want an excuse to drink and dress like a Viking (my Friday nights are none of your business Mister!).

-are surrounded by misogynist pigs (because I’m a woman I don’t get called one).

-are a hipster that was too cool for Wicca.

-are a blood thirsty, war monger.

-actually worship the devil, whether you know it or not.

-are super open sexually, since your pagan (or a nice way to say I must get around).

-are doing it for attention from/to impress guys (because I’m a female Heathen).

-must fight with other Heathens about how to interpret the lore.

Oh you’re a woman?” that must mean you (not to be confused with the feminist one):

-are weak.

-only want attention.

-freak out when you break a nail.

-talk a lot.

-nag constantly.

-enjoy teasing men.

-hate sex.

-lie about how long it takes to get ready.

-lie about your weight and/or age.

-never genuinely compliment another woman, its a petty stab at her.

-only want men to buy you things.

-only want a rich guy.

“Oh you’re a nerd/geek?” that must mean you:

-are doing it for attention from/to impress guys (because I’m a female nerd/geek).

-have no social life.

-have no friends.

-spend all your time on a computer or playing video games.

-burn in the sunlight (I’m a vampire now? I’ll take it as long as I don’t sparkle).

-like all the nerdy/geeky things like WoW, or D & D.

-have no love life/are a virgin.

-must be easy because most guys wouldn’t want me.

*I’m not going to get into all the media stereotypes.*

“Oh your chubby?” that must mean you:

-are lazy.

-don’t care about your looks.

-eat constantly.

-just sit on your ass all day, everyday.

-are easy because most guys wouldn’t want you.

-are funny because you don’t have the looks (not sure how to feel about this one).

-are jealous of women skinnier than you.

-unhealthy, even when compared to people who are skinny and eat nothing but junk.

There are a lot of other groups I fall into, and frankly I don’t feel like getting into them. I’d say about 99% of these are completely wrong, and the one (well one, the feminist being chubby) has nothing to do with the category that I fall into. Some these are assumptions because I’m in both group A and B (usually in one group plus I’m a woman).

It’s seems usually the loudest of different groups are the ones that help shape our view of what the people in said group are or should be/do. Or are completely shaped by media/society.

Stuff Going On

So these next couple weeks, I have a few plans.

This weekend, on Sunday, I am heading to the Renaissance Faire with my best friend. I got my dress for it, which is beautiful. It’s called the “Bonnie Lass”. I love it. I also bought a pair of elf ear cuffs to wear with it. Super excited. I love the Ren Faire. Jousting, pirates, mead, belly dancers, merchants, and other performers. There is a lady that is there every year that has one of the sort of booths/shops of her handmade glass stuff. She sits in front of the little building in full dress, and makes the stuff for people to watch. It’s so cool. She makes little fairies, and dolphins and all kinds of stuff. It’s only $15 a ticket and it is awesome! There is this Captain Jack Sparrow impersonator that is there too. He is amazing, dead on match just looking at him.

Next Sunday, I’m hitting up the Irish Fest. I got my kilt for that endeavor, and a matching pair of elf ear cuffs for that too. Why? Because why not? They have Irish bands, Irish dancers, Irish food and booths selling Irish type stuff. I’m an eighth Irish from my mother’s side and have always had a love for the Emerald Isle, and really all things Celtic. I went last year too and it was really cool, and free. Not to mention the park they are having it at is short walking distance from the only Celtic store and Metaphysical store that I know how to get to.

The Saturday after that my older sister is getting married at the Renaissance Faire. They are having this mass wedding. This was the only way she could afford it right now. I’m happy for her. That and she is apparently pregnant. I have to admit I’m a little jealous. Been having hardcore baby fever since mother’s day, when I was helping my mom pick out baby clothes for my step-sister’s grand daughter (yea she is in her late 30’s and her daughter is 17). That said, I am very happy for her. She had convinced herself she wasn’t able to have kids, and has wanted to for awhile. My personal opinion is that she isn’t ready for a child. Not financially or emotionally. She freaks out over the littlest stuff which doesn’t help that she was diagnosed with depression as a teenager. The freaking out over little stuff is what worries me. I’m worried she is going to stress herself out (like she usually does) that she will end up miscarrying. And that would crush her more than anything else.

The same day as the wedding, I’m taking off for my week long vacation in Montana. I love it up there. You can see mountains from just about anywhere. I would definitely move up there, if it wasn’t for the crap winters and even crappier traffic. I’m excited to spend time with my biological father, my second oldest sister and my two nieces.

That same day

Other than that, not much going on.

I have this feeling I’m just sort of stuck.

I can’t get myself to do anything, and this is starting to cause a distance to form between me and Them, especially Frigga and Freya. It bothers me, and no matter how much I try to push myself, I’m just drained. A big part of it is now being in pain everyday. Tooth pain, one of the few kinds of pain I don’t handle well. Yea, I should go to the dentist but I haven’t been to one since I was a child. Most likely will need at least one tooth pulled. Problem is my job is one that requires talking, so I kind of need my mouth to function, and I can’t afford to take off right now.

It has been getting better over time, but it is draining me. Part of why I haven’t posted much as of late, that and doing my research nerd thing. I really do love learning.

Thunderstorms today. I’m going to sleep well tonight.

OH! This was my 100th post!