When Holly and I visit graveyards. she pacifies the loa with an offering of white rum. It tugs my heartstrings a little to see rum spilled on the ground, but I’d prefer that to angry loa. She is training to, eventually, become a mambo: Vodou priestess. I have some pretty cool friends.
My approach to horror and the occult is fundamentally sunny. I take almost childlike delight in the world, and I want to investigate highs and lows alike. Holly, like most of my friends, is darker. I have always been drawn to people who are unflinchingly morbid. The sort who wear black no matter the season and can only be happy when it rains. My life is full of nightmare fetishists and ghede worshipers, and I love it.
Eros and thanatos indeed.
Where the gnomes go to lay their dead.