TWILIT DAUGHTER OF BLUE-GLINTING SNOWS
SLICING DOWN POWDERED SLOPES, FAITHFUL WOLF-PACK IN HOWLING TOW,
UNLEASHING HAIL OF ARROW ON MERCILESS ARROW FROM THY DREAD-SONG BOW
SUNNA'S LAST KISS IN GLOAMING FAREWELL LIMNS FAST-FALLING FOES.
SKAÐI, EAGLE-EYED HUNTRESS OF WHITE-CAPPED PEAKS,
PEERLESS IN STRENGTH, SHE WHO DELIGHTS IN BLIZZARDS BLEAK,
THE VERY MOUNTAINS QUAKE TO ONLY HEAR THEE SPEAK.
ALL ASGARD FEARS THAT WHICH THY WRATH WREAKS.
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Honoring the Dísir
“The dísir are family spirits, and as such, should be worshipped in the home. In the kitchen or beside the hearth are especially appropriate places to honor them. A shelf with family pictures, or a shrine with an image of the matronae, makes a good focus. One can raise a horn to grandmothers and other honored female relations or notable women of the past, or build a ritual around the preparation of some traditional foods such as streusl. A warning -- alive or dead, Germanic housewives are traditionally very good housekeepers, and you should give your kitchen a good scrubbing before calling them there.
In A Book of Troth, Thorsson offers a “Blessing of the Dises” in which several of the women’s personal names with the “dis” element are used in a call to the dísir (p. 168). Here we offer a short list from which folk can put together such a call. Those slightly familiar with Old Norse can also easily generate their own idis-names/descriptions; such created forms have been marked with an asterisk (*) here.
* Árdís -- harvest-idis
Ásdís -- Ase-idis
* Barnadís -- children’s idis
* Eplidís -- apple-idis
Freydís -- [this can mean either Freyja’s idis or Freyr’s idis]
Halldís -- hall-idis
Herdís -- army-idis
Hjálmsdís -- helm-idis
Hjördís -- sword-idis
Jódís -- horse-idis (used as a by-name for Hel)
* Móðirdís -- mother-idis
Óðindís -- Óðinn’s idis [only found twice]
Saldís -- dwelling/hall-idis
* Sigrdís -- victory-idis
Spádís -- prophecy-idis [descriptive rather than personal name]
Úlfdís -- wolf-idis
Valdís -- slain-idis
Vanadís -- Vanir’s idis (used as a by-name for Freyja)
Vigdís -- battle-idis
Þórdís -- Þórr’s idis
* Ættardís -- clan’s idis”
Source: Our Troth, Second Edition, Volume I: History and Lore, by the members of the Troth
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Thats not even to mention that a lot of the terf cult was based around white feminists and them hating trans women of color. Also even cis women of color are affected because all the """manly""" physical characteristics that they stereotype trans women as having are also very present on cis women of color (facial hair, bigger bodies, deeper voice). Like terfs base their "riiel womyn" looks completly around white woman beauty standards and it shows.
Right???? The traits they loathe in trans women- facial hair, significant height, angular facial features, lack of “feminine” secondary sex characteristics like breasts and wide hips- are so common in cis women it’s just funny. (Hey, even cis men have fucking titties and hips and look feminine as hell. That’s just how humans are, we’re diverse as fuck and defy categorization despite what people say.)
It’s definitely a loathing of anything that isn’t adherently white and following those cultural values of the gender binary and everything that entails. I mean, our culture is obsessed with body hair removal and equating that to either masculinity or femininity PRECISELY because of white values.
The second Europeans got the idea to colonize, they knew that they had to beat our wretched heathen ways out of us. And that had a lot to do with the fact that indigenous peoples often don’t give anywhere near as much of a fuck about the gender binary as colonizers do.
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Where we drove to the grave
the peace weened from the tit -
, and bulldogs with slapping gums
, raved towards errant blacklight.
Where mavens of inborn right
(of Cyprian bent whom devil wend,
with clamoring roth of the heathen lapsed)
wisped facetious colloquialism
make lie of making truth.
, of making words of making
, to whet the worded weevil, who sang : envy of forlorn youth
Beaming from the lighthouse
roving from the promissory Clit ;
which promised,
proverbially
to lay with satisfaction
no babe, to Wit
no burden, no ambition ere Sit
for sanguine re-purposing
of her mendicant Grit
Revealing the parochial hidden
Of a virgin birth,
to a guilty virgin
She washed her baroquen linen
for her skum stank of Basine ambition
and the slinking scoure -
Their yammer and seem
Borgia helmed Alexander -
oft-oaf like hatred
for the Plague
of a Womyn Who Speaks
in rapturous punishment,
they decided -
Clod and harrier, with teeth sank
into her Aerola,
, and artery
, gangling and safe
, umbilicus, rosebud
, haphazard exodus
, from a lady’s woolen gut
A soul born from the thrusting
of Animal Rut
bayleaf and clover
grasped bine lily weird fist
fingers asped
Coiled by inborn impetus
Mum,
“mum”
is the word
quiet in the fog now ;
the white men wearing black pajamas
wearing calcified teeth -
sing weirdly now
higher now
tis a mother who spat upon her
Newborn babe
for it is the Placental riving
which hearkens the weebing wallow
of the New
that gives new face to Death
we go back to Whence we came
a babe, as frost upon the heated glass
Whispers closer to the void
than a woman of the years -
that is why she smothered Him
laying in the crib,
for she could not stand the
horrible bleating
of the assailing Vacant Truth
of his gabbling, mindless Jib
thy womb cuts closer to the core
and Beats softer the Drum,
which keens the voice of Death
than the lover’s aching palm
feeling the viper glanted sop
Of your bated, carnal Breath
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