V.Stormborn
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Arts |
| Occupation | creator & owner of small handmade business |
| Location | a small town Tulsa-adjacent, Oklahoma, United States |
| Introduction | I'm an artist and owner of a hand-crafted micro-business. I love immersing myself in fantasy realms. I currently play a lot of The Elder Scrolls Online as @VeronicaStormborn and have a history of playing too much World of Warcraft. I read voraciously, often many books at a time. I'm trying to get back into writing after a long hiatus. I'm an assault survivor with multiple invisible disabilities. You can call me a Social Justice Witch; I stand up for those who are not there to defend themselves when faced with bigotry and -isms and I signal-boost those whose voices could use amplification. |
| Interests | video games, gaming, music, art, reading, writing, literature, fantasy, scifi, unicorns, magic, witchery, pagan, witch, mythology |
| Favorite movies | Wonder Woman, Professor Marston and the Wonder Women, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, The Hobbit, The Warcraft Movie, The Imitation Game, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, Doctor Strange, |
| Favorite music | birdeatsbaby, Johnny Hollow, The Romanovs, Rasputina, Unwoman, HUMANWINE, Amanda F. Palmer, Fiona Apple, Florence and the Machine, The Glitch Mob, Ani DiFranco, and sometimes Marilyn Manson |
| Favorite books | If Women Rose Rooted by Sharon Blackie, everything written by Starhawk, Eating in the Light of the Moon by Anita Johnston Ph.D., Warrior Goddess Training by HeatherAsh Amara, Lunar Abundance by Ezzie Spencer Ph.D., Tending Brigid's Flame by Lunea Weatherstone, The Creative Tarot by Jessa Crispin, Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson |
You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?
Trees with bounteous boughs, once their home, now eviscerated, repel them. Constantly seeking a flame without, they forget to tend the one within, leaving their precious forests open to assault. To dust, to ashes; their existence so ephemeral. Moths are liminal; reminders of life, death, and the arbitrary lines between.

