Dressed as a freewoman in red and white, with my dragons, Doré and Bleu, and firelizard, Falmia, I started with a song. I had spent about twenty minutes of the last hour before conditioning with a “calm” binaural to mostly stop my shaking. Then my voice over happened. I was shaking like a leaf again. I lowered the background levels, I muted my broadcaster, so I wouldn’t hear my own voice, which _always_ throws me off, and I took a deep breathe in and hit the button.
“Ici radio fouet!” I started. Everywhere else I start with “Ici radio Mooncheeks” (this is Mooncheeks radio), but that wasn’t right for the Gorean Whip. I had checked and “fouet” means “whip.” So, what I’m trying to say is “this is Whip radio.”
Those initial words done and over with, and I went into my spheel. Who I am. That I’m new here to the Gorean Whip. That this is my first time on the air with the Whip, and what song I’m playing next. Then I let the button go, and did my dj magic, and let the broadcaster do its thing.
ICI RADIO FOUET!
Irish Breen: You sound AWESOME!!!!
Irish Breen: Speak more french, lol
Irish Breen: its awesome
Unity showed up and the calm that passed over me set me up for the rest of the set. 3 and a half hours of (mostly) Canadian music. Rejara, Penalt, and others showed up. Some of Irish’s posse showed.
At some point, I decided to get changed out of the freewoman garb, because it was confining me. I switched to one of the outfits I love wearing.
That’s when I let er rip! That’s Unity in the foreground. Irish in the red leg warmers, and I still have my dragons with me. I love those dragons!
Irish Breen: and I am just jammin away. You all IO rocks. Just saying we have the BEST damn DJ’s and broacasters on the grid!!!!
io мooncнeeĸѕ: Still going strong here!
Irish Breen: Dj IO RAWKS you all!!!!!
Irish Breen: IO you rawk and I am so glad your here, thank you for your application, you are a huge asset
This is from someone who has been broadcasting on the Whip forever. I was told that the managers of the Gor Hub loved me being there. And that I should have applied to work there almost a year ago.
Except… a year ago… I was being emotionally strangled by a man who is now blaming everyone but himself for the stuff going wrong in his life. Ten months ago, I fell on a slippery dock and nearly broke my back in three places, and the man I thought loved me from a distance, didn’t seem to care about me anymore. I was dying inside and was nearly snuffed out. I could barely sit up, or breathe, and somehow, I muddle through, and Spitfire was there as a shoulder the entire time, never judging, never forcing me to come to them, but always there for me when she was online. Always a happy presence. Always there with a smile.
I’m glad I’m no longer that one’s girl. I’m Spitfire’s. And Unity’s. “Their child,” said Unity once to me. Reforming me. Remaking me. Making me stronger. In my mind maybe. I hope my body joins in with the healing they’ve been having and doing. Their combination of keeping my ember burning until Unity could supercharge it to a flame, has brought me back.
I still fight the void. There are days when the pain is too much.
But not today!
Irish Breen: you know, you were always pro IO
Irish Breen: you just didnt realise it
I RAWKED IT!
My life is a work of He.art 