So, apparently Trixie decided to not ditch all of the Norse deities completely and has said that Loki (or whoever is masquerading as Loki) wants her to be a godspouse, based on three positive divination sessions (one by yours truly, and two I’m assuming by herself). Note to self: next time ask for more info before pulling the Three of Cups, not like, weeks (if not months or years) of thinking.
This is the same person, mind you, who decides who her patrons are based on an online test (I can’t find the exact one, but it exists) on top of all the other stuff I’ve chronicled, like the dedicated masochist I am (I MUST be a masochist, because recording Trixiesaga is nothing short of painful).
Fuck this, reading Krampus erotica (yes, I did actually buy that novella with a coupon, I love Kobo, always giving me coupons) is infinitely preferable to this.
Also, I was just called a “fake Pagan” by the dickwaffles at the ASF. I am proud of this. Better my fake Pagany than your steaming pile, whiny cisdudebros.