Mmm, how to explain...it's one of those intensely personal things, I think. Something that hurts to bring to the forefront of anyone's consciousness, least of all your own. You can't defend it, back it up - it just is . That's the nature of feelings, after all. Or at least, ones like this, that you want so much to believe in. No matter how much embarassment ensues.


How to describe my Random Blonde Presence...the power of totem animal and patron deity. Always lurking in the back of my mind. Constructed by me, called by me, I don't know which. I'm not sure it matters, anyway. Jareth is my embodiment of things otherworldly, things fey and wild and magic.





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