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Faerie Wings

Do not offer me the gift of wings,
Those were a gift unto myself ages ago.
Do not presume to teach me flight,
For that lesson was self-taught in youth.
Do not warn me of curse'd skies and darken'd clouds,
That may hinder my cathartic soaring.
I am more powerful in spirit than you may know,
Welcoming the challenges set before me.
Keep your unneeded offerings and admonitions,
Giving me in their stead uplifting love and passion.
Be not only the gentle breeze beneath my wings,
Be too my companion on starry nights and breathless flights.
Soar skyclad with me beneath a halo'd moon,
And know our love will forever keep us aloft.

~Dana Wilson McKinney~

♥♥♥♥Dana's book list♥♥♥♥
The list changes almost daily as I continue to catalogue my collection/library. [Sauron], there are 55, count them, 55 Stephen King books. I've been collecting since I was a teenager so it's no surprise that I have so many. The count is now final....until I buy a new book or two, which is almost a weekly thing. The big question is what am I gonna do with 1,300 books when I decide to move??!!! WHEW!!!




My interest in faery and fantasy goes back to my childhood. I grew up in a very rural community, close to nature, and always fantasized about being a wood elf or sprite. I'm a ghost hunter on occasion. Anything concerning the supernatural, paranormal and spirits fascinates me. I believe all living things have a spirit...including trees. Growing up with a forest behind the house as my playground, I've often felt eyes upon me as I walked there...eyes not of animals, but of old Oaks and Willows. These were not unkind eyes, but watchful and protective. I always felt safe among the 'wooden folk'. I do believe, however, that some forests are truly haunted and house not only the spirit of trees, but the malevolent spirits of people; those who would do harm unto the living walking amongst them. I love to talk about this particular topic (any supernatural topic, really) so message me if you'd like to exchange ideas and stories.

FANTASY RULES!!!


Me as drawn my [Mom]. Thank you!!


I have officially been sprinkled with Sexy Dust by [Mom].


Arwen, as drawn by [Lord Dog]. Thank you, m'lord. *curtsies* I LOVE how you see me!







[Kyrinn] says I'm the poster child for this.







I recently went back to college.
I decided at 40 years of age that it was time to finish my bachelors degree; not in English Lit. as I'd hoped, but in general studies. It seems that the closer I get to completing my degree, the harder it gets. Not the courses. I've never really had a problem with getting good marks in school, but getting the financial aid and books that I need. I'm now just 13 hours away from that elusive degree, but dammit, I WILL get it. 




Drawn for me by [nathie] Thank you, Nafee. I love him. The elf's name is Emil. There's a man in Norway who knows why.

Here's a little dream I shared with my sweet, fierce Vikingr friend [Wulf Skjaldr]. It is also the inspiration behind the painting of Emil.


Early one morning, after a night fraught with elusive dreams and very little sleep, I decide to take a walk in the forest behind my home. The dawn is only minutes old and dew still covers the lower foliage where the sun has yet to touch. The forest floor is covered with soft mosses, a blanket of pine needles and oak leaves. In a shady spot I spy a fairy ring of toadstools, such a magical sight. There is a cacophony of birdsong coming from the trees and the robins sing their praises to Mother Nature. After walking only a short distance I feel eyes upon me, but can't isolate where they are. I'm sure I'm being watched by only one person or being. How I know that, I'm not sure. Every now and then I hear a titter, someone giggling. I see leaves rustling out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn, everything is perfectly still. I continue walking and finally reach the heart of the forest, the deepest part. The ever-watchful eyes are still upon me, but I'm tired from the walk and too little sleep so I lie down next to an old oak (though I've been warned not to do so) and fall asleep. But I'm a light sleeper and am easily roused by the slightest noise. Within a few minutes, I hear the leaves rustling and light footfalls near me. I open my eyes but a slit to avoid scaring away the owner of the eyes that have been on me all morning. I wait until the person/being is close then I gently reach out and wrap my hand around what feels like an ankle. To my surprise, there is no attempt to escape. On the contrary, a hand reaches down and offers to help me to my feet. The being is a beautiful elf with long black hair and a lithe, yet muscular body. He's totally nude and gives no impression of being shy about presenting himself this way. He tells me that since I caught him fair and square, he has to obey me and do my bidding until sunset. Now I have an elf at my command for several hours. He allows me to tie him up to that old oak. I sit and admire him for quite some time. The shadows grow long upon the forest floor and I realize I must make the best of the time remaining. (The next several paragraphs are intentionally left out due to sexually graphic content) At the end of the day, just before sunset, the elf and I kiss. This kiss is like nothing I've ever felt, a passion beyond compare, something almost ethereal. He then looks into my eyes, caresses my hair and slowly walks away.





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Just do it!!


Mistress [Yuriona] says of me: "Well of course I nominated you! I know sick and twisted when I see it ya know.LOL!"



I am co-writing a mystery/ghost/love story novel with my cousin/best friend. It's a wonderfully terrifying story. I hope to actually see it in print one day.

This is an old Irish curse I found printed on a plaque...."May those that love us, love us-and those that don't love us, may God turn their hearts, and if he can't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles so we will know them by their limping." Isn't that hilarious??!!

My Motto

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, a margarita in one hand, chocolate in the other, totally worn out, shouting "Holy Shit...what a ride!"

Are there others out there who share my motto?? Let me know. I'd love to hear from you.