Of not farewells so much as transitions

Hello my dear ballroom dancers. It's been quite a while, again, for various reasons. Mental health issues, worrying that I didn't have a sufficiently gothy or lolita topic to write about, and so forth.

I've missed blogging and I've decided to try doing it again, but I think I need a new blog. A new environment to write in, since I've changed so much since starting this blog. When I started I was a cis girl in deep denial of her true gender, but it turns out I'm really a bigender trans man, and I'm nearly two months on testosterone. So I want a place where I can be Rainshadow (my masculine side) as well as Duskrose.

I won't be leaving the fashion behind. In fact I'm continuing to build and rebuild my goth and lolita wardrobe, in two genders this time. But I don't want my new blog to only be about one distinct part of my life, because I can't really disentangle aesthetic and creativity and gender and spirituality from each other. So I'll write about all of that, over at the Broken Spell Briars, where a prince finally wakens from his rose-twined slumber. Come follow me if you wish!

In honor of this blog, I'll leave you with some song lyrics. It's the chorus of my song "In the Midnight Ballroom."

Here in the midnight ballroom
Faerie, it haunts us all
I danced as Dusk in the roses' musk
But I wait for the moon to fall...

I look at the stars--it's raining
Starlight, he took my hand
"I am the face of the God, whose place
On your altar you understand."

Rebaptize me with a new name--
Tell Rain he can be a witch too!
And thy nameless Self and my heart that melts
Remind me to dream of you.

Thanks for everything.