Lightnews — Scholar-powered news

Draig Ranix 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧🇪🇺

@draigranix.bsky.social

Polyamorous, Gay-LeatherMan, married to David Ogden. Druid-Witch, Nutritional Therapist, Reflective Practitioner, Teacher, Gardener, GymRat, and Cat-Dad.

Posts Replies Media Videos

Draig Ranix 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧🇪🇺

@draigranix.bsky.social

Stumbled across this just now, that I first saw a year ago.
And as this space base (for me) so far been about books and cats, it seemed appropriate.
Also, made me chuckle.

Photo of a page of text, possibly from an old book, in Times New Roman font.
Text reads:
FROM THE POINT OF VIEW
OF A CAT

This is my Man. I am not afraid of
him. He is very strong, for he eats a great deal; he is an Eater of All Things. What are you eating? Give me some!
He is not beautiful, for he has no fur. Not having enough saliva, he has to wash himself with water. He meows in a harsh voice and a great deal more than necessary. Sometimes in his sleep he purrs.
Let me out!
I don't know how he has made himself Master; perhaps he has eaten something sublime.
He keeps my rooms clean for me.
In his paws he carries a sharp black claw and he scratches with it on white sheets of paper. That is the only game he plays.
He sleeps at night instead of by day, he cannot see in the dark, he has no pleasures. He never thinks of blood, never dreams of hunting or fighting; he never sings songs of love.
Often at night when / can hear mysterious and magic voices, when 1 can see that the darkness is all alive, he sits at the table with his head bent and goes on and on, scratching with his black claw on the white papers. Don't imagine that I am at all interested in you. I am only listening to the soft whispering of your claw.
Sometimes the whispering is silent, the poor dull head does not know how to go on playing, and then I am sorry for him and I meow softly in sweet and sharp discord. Then my Man picks me up and buries his hot face in my fur. At those times he divines for an instant a glimpse of a higher life, and he sighs with happiness and purrs something which can almost be understood.
But don't think that I am at all interested in you. You have warmed me, and now I will go out again and listen to the dark voices.

Translated by Dora Round; revised by the editor. Originally published in Intimate Things, 1935.

Freya (a Tuxedo cat) and her brother Loki (a Black Cat), sat on my desk at home. My cup of tea, computer, and notebook & pen on the desk behind the cats.

November 18, 2024 at 8:28 AM

Draig Ranix 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧🇪🇺

@draigranix.bsky.social

Bluesky challenge: post two pictures of you and your partner in crime.

Selfie of Me and husband on our holiday terrace in Sitges, with Sitges roofs, blue sky, and the Balearic Sea in the background.

Selfie of Me and Husband, me in a red trilby, him in a green trilby, with Carrer Bosch in the background. Carrer Bosch is a narrow single track alley, with tall white-stone buildings either side and a tall-narrow green bush a little way back. The edges of tiled roofs line the tops of all the walls. Clear blue sky above and bright sunlight shining down.

November 17, 2024 at 9:32 AM

Draig Ranix 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧🇪🇺

@draigranix.bsky.social

I guess I should ‘declare my octo-interest’….. These are my most recent pieces - just healed. More molluscs to be added soon on thighs. Then extinct critters on calves…. Plus a few other details, and a whole lot of colour!.