Sinning in the Dungeons

Hello again my sinful lovelies,

Its been what four days, I know a crime.

Well I apologize because three days ago I couldn't sleep and I was too busy flirting with cute boys to write. And two days ago I was at DND (Dungeons and Dragons). As always I DM'ed, Well only second slot. See we are an RPGA group (Role Playing Game Association)  and we play it in slots of like six hours. I got there two hours after it started, We where doing a seventy-two hour gameday, So I joined in a table and didn't know what the hell was going on. Mind you I still hadnt slept at this point.

Well I joined and played my dwarf shaman, well long story short I was the only first level at the table and they decided to play high, gods that was a bad idea. High level 1-4s are suited for level three and four, I swear that this was written for a level six or seven group. Well the party goes off to the left thinking that we would only have to deal with the group of drakes to the left along with the spitters, oh hell no. Me being a smart person observed the two rounds we didn't attack, on the third I summoned my spirit. Then the idiots run at the drakes and company. That was when a dragon descended, we're fuck, well that's what I said.

The spitters and drakes ran to the other side of the board when they saw the dragon, when I observed this I quickly realized that they where afraid of this dragon, well with this knowledge I suggested that we focus on the dragon. Well long story short my first level spirit stood toe to toe with the dragon for two rounds over half the team was bloodied or worse. I had healing left but I knew that it would be useless because of the poor teamwork so I decided fuck this the shaman runs. Well they say the first to run is a coward I say that first to run is a smart bitch because they all died.

Well on a lighter note Chuck, the idiot and homophobic cunt, who is so insecure about himself he tends, well not tends to he does. make gay jokes and openly bashes me without so much as a hint of kindness or joking in his tone.

Hell I like a good joke as much as the next fag but with him there is no stop, it's just fucking endless. God I hate it when I DM and there are new people at the table, why you may ask, is because he doesn't even stop when strangers are around. Maybe I don't want the cute blond guy with the nice ass to know I'm a fudge packer.

Well this weekend was supposed to be good for love for me, guess what? It didn't happen, I did everything within my power and more to fulfill that. I glamoured so much that some close friends didn't recognize me until I pointed out who I was. I fucked with my aura so that it was a dark seductive red. And to top it all off I invoked multiple deities and a demoness. So all in all I had many powerful creatures burning through my body for no reason what so ever and now I am so fucking tired, but every time I lay down I cant sleep.

I fell asleep at the gaming store though, I sat down in a chair with my feet up and a copy of Phoenix and fell into a very light sleep. Well I guess all of my spell work didn't go to waste though, this older guy seemed interested in me. Why is it that all of the chicken hawks and transgendered people are interested in me?

Oh on a side note I am addicted to Queer as folk, if you have suggestions for other tv shows for me to watch just tell me.

Well good-bye my sinning beauties, Sin for me why don't you?

- Daniel Devereux

Happily Sinning

Hello WordPress,

I'm Daniel as you can tell from my name, not very creative I know, I like long walks on the beach, black roses, and candle lit dinners. I'm just kidding, well about the beach part, I find them way too sunny.

Well To tell you more about myself, I am a sixteen year old guy, oh and I am homosexual! I am also and eclectic pagan, I'll have been practicing for seven years come this October. I found my Matron god early on in my practice, She would be The Witch Queen, and as she's known by a lot of my friend as The Bitch Queen. And I guess I kinda have taken on a persona kinda like hers, as in, I'm not a bitch I'm THE bitch and that's MISS bitch to you.

I dropped out of high school around mid December last year, so December 09, I tend to have chronic migraines which is one of the reasons I left school. Another was because of the bullies, well the asshats as I call them. I dunno, I was outed in middle school so you would've thought that they would be sick and tired of it, right? Oh hell no! It's just to fun I guess. I was actually outed when I had just found my Matron so I guess I was really lucky to have Her in my life.

I live with my Mother, my Brother, and my Grandparents. My Father was almost never in the picture, He left after my Brother was born, Well He's a druggie now so I don't care. Hell, if he came to the door looking for money or a favor I would spit on him and slam the door on his face.

My Mother, Gods bless her, She was diagnosed with I believe type one diabetes, which is an illness where ones pancreas doesn't create insulin or possibly enough for the body, I believe she was diagnosed with it when she was around the age of twelve. So as you could imagine she wasn't a very healthy person. She was a smoker, I believe she quit almost a year ago, so congrats Mum even though you'll never read this.

My Brother, Gods I love him but he can be such a pain. He was Since the age of three or four, maybe five, I've basically cared for him. I guess I consider him my child in a way. He's a really good kid but so demanding, but I guess that's what happens when you are confined to a chair. (Since I seem to have forgotten to mention that he has cerebral palsy, He's  paralyzed from the waist down.)

My Grandmother, I love her but she is a right bitch. I don't remember what but there is something wrong with her heart, Oh ya that's right! She had open heart surgery years ago. She is a smoker and a heavy drinker, Vodka is her drink of choice Grey Goose if I'm not mistaken.

My Grandfather, The one I respect most out of the bunch I guess. Gods, He's seventy-one, maybe seventy-two, and he's still up and doing stuff. He picks up and delivers stuff, almost anything. Many times he's delivered body parts. When he has to ship dialysis stuff, which is like twenty-five to thirty pounds a box, He tends to take me along to help out. He's a recovered alcoholic, I know that you can't/shouldn't say recovered and should say recovering but in my opinion he has recovered. I think it's been about thirty years since he's had a drop to drink and I am so proud of him for that.  He's had surgery on one of his knees and desperately needs the other one done but we just don't have the money.

I don't know what else to say or what to say. I guess that's my whole life in a nutshell, Well for now it is. Gods its kinda sad, depressing, that I am crying right now I as right this whole thing.

Well have fun sinning my lovelies.

- Daniel Devereux