“Who Hell You?”

Who Hell Me?

Me The Hell Kate. Kate Coldwind. At your service. Me The Hell… Ahem. I mean, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Unless I know you already, in which case I was pleased to make your acquaintance when I made it, and am now pleased to see you again. Hoorah!

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This doesn’t look anything like me. It does look very much like one of the virtual mes, though.

Welcome one, welcome all, to my little fairyland lean-to. It’s fairly well appointed: the campfire generally keeps crackling and doing its campfire thing over there; the lounge area is there – just pick a big floofy cushion and make yourself at home (there’s a free bar and nibbles in the bowls); there’re quite, meditative spaces over there by the lakeside – lovely views, too; just along that path through the woods you’ll find our little private spaceport and hangar (painted green and covered in twigs to comply with local planning regulations); and if you go that way (“Never go that way!”), you’ll find the Trod. We might wander down there occasionally if we’re feeling brave.

Now, of me, I can tell you that I am a forty-something trans-woman living in what’s currently the United Kingdom. That’s the wildly weathered nation off the north of France and sort of bolted on to the top-right part of the Republic of Ireland.

I’m happily married, with a cat (with, not to, you strange imagineers of oddities, you), and I work in an office moving files around, sometimes at night. OoooEEEEooooEEEEoooo. Yes, my firm has files that sometimes need marshalling in the dark. What can I say? It’s all terribly important to the business and a dizzying altitude above my pay grade. Mine not being to reason why, and all that.

I was born and raised in a bit of a rural locale and currently live in a not-quite-as-rural-as-I’d-like-but-not-too-urban-either-until-they-build-on-every-last-patch-of-greenery-which-shouldn’t-be-too-much-longer locale.

Politically speaking I’m a dreadful old lefty, while religiously speaking I generally refer to myself as a pagan. A Druid, of sorts – though I use the term more to give a general impression rather than a specific definition.

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I’m going to try not to focus on politics too much on this site. I find it all too easy to talk about, and get really cross about, usually, and I don’t really want to focus on that sort of stuff. I’d rather be writing nonsense and frivolous gibberish, quite frankly. So I won’t be making any specifically political posts. That said, my opinions are what they are and they’re likely to show through here and there.

Religion, faith, spirituality, on the other hand, I’m quite happy to talk of, so there may be occasional posts on these subjects.

(Oooh: I can add here that, along with Suzanne, UK Ambassador for The Asatru Community, I co-present the Frithcast podcast, which you can listen to HERE. Frithcast is focused on an Asatru/Heathen spiritual worldview, so I’m sort of the guest Druid; but if you’re interested in Norse or Germanic religion, or ancient northern European history and culture, you might find it worth a listen.)

I’m also intrigued by matters of the paranormal and the fortean, so they might crop up, too. In such things I always describe myself as a sceptical believer: that is, when it comes to ghosts, UFOs and alien encounters, cryptids and sightings of strange beasties, and suchlike, I do believe that people are in many cases sincerely reporting their experiences. My scepticism comes in when breathlessly excited people shout OHMAHGAHDOHMAHGAHD on shaky videos of night-time lights in the sky, when it’s quite clearly a helicopter. Or when people lose their shit over utterly unconvincing photos of obvious UFO models. Actual encounters and experiences, reported by honest, embarrassed and confused witnesses I tend not to dismiss out of hand. While I don’t believe that aliens are visiting our planet, nor that the spirits of the dead hang around to talk to or torment us, nor that God or gods reach down from their lofty wherever to manipulate our lives, I do believe that there are aspects of our greater reality that humanity doesn’t have a very firm bead on yet.

I love a spot of popular culture, particularly in the area of science fiction – though not the hardest sort. I find Arthur C. Clarke and his admirably brainy kin rather too heavy going for me, and I tried reading a Greg Egan book once and it was like banging my head on a very featureless wall. I followed the idea of the story well enough – it’s just that the book spent so much time explaining why it was really really accurate, proper hard science that it rather forgot to give me any interesting characters to care about.

Rather, give me Star Trek. Give me Doctor Who. Give me Battlestar Galactica and Star Wars: franchises that sacrifice a little (or almost everything) in the “authentic science” department, to give us instead stories about people. Modern myths that explore the perceived virtues of our age, and the examples of heroes and villains as they reflect our evolving modern moralities. (Superhero stories could also fall into this mythic category, but to be honest I’ve seen rather too many of them of late.)

That probably sums me up reasonably well – at least as far as it explains the mix of stuff I’m hoping will eventually appear on this site. Don’t forget to keep checking back for updates. Just please bear in mind it’s early days just yet for the site, and things might get rearranged from time to time.

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