I made this post not only out of a strong desire to see polytheists coming together to do good works in their local communities and for some of that work to be done in the name of the dead who are dear to Dionysos …
There was something more, something initially left unsaid.
This is hard. I don’t like sharing too much personal stuff. I’ve put a lot of effort into building up the image of Sannion as a maddened, drunken, anarchic reprobate, damn it! I’m an empty, evil but sexy as fuck shell – I don’t care and I don’t feel anything and fuck all of you! Where’s my weed, man?
The Dionysian dead aren’t the only dead I’m doing this for. Before my mom finally made her journey West she had a lot of medical problems, including a couple surgeries that required transfusions. The blood that strangers gave kept her alive long enough for me to make it out there to Washington and say my goodbyes. I’ve never been able to thank them or express how much that gift meant to me. You could help me do that, though, by giving a little of yourself this August in the name of the Furious Host.
Tagged: dionysos, heroes, spirits
