A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“Are we both so fragile that we need each other’s presence kept at a safe distance?

What happened to the bravery that has carried us so far to this point?

Barely holding on, I think.

We are still barely holding on.

And the lie is that we are better off, more protected if we stay in our own known quadtants – rather than leaping to risk and allowing ourselves to make a mess of it all for creating a new and better shared existence.

Oh yes, it’s going to take work.

And oh yes, we are going to feel very afraid at times and disiriented.

But we’d have each other – do you hear me clearly?

We’d have each other to build trust with and learn how we can rely on each other in true partnership.”

New Beginnings, Songs, Where Demons Tread

“Let’s Aspire” (Song)

By Athena Stairs, November 14, 2025

Oh secret smile shared with demure eyes
Angelic blessings can no longer disguise

Come and let me touch the Face of Love
Teeth like a cat’s voice smooth as a dove

Only a halo burning bright for pure Truth
Could survive Hell’s fire walls undeterred

Tranforming ash into heat’s molten desire
Wings of supernova stardust lift us higher

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A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Where Demons Tread

StarLight

“The pressures of the years rapidly increasing from the accident’s fallout have produced pronounced silver strands to either side of my cheek bones – which I always thought would be cool, but the Crone is definitely getting to drink her fill.”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“Where is the room for courtship and romance?

Is it enough of a start to have spoken our shared truths at distance?

I wore a mask today to protect my fellow healer students.

But doing so overheated my brain and recycled whatever I was fighting off so now I feel feverish.

So if, for example, we were to meet this evening, my instincts would be to turn you away to protect you.

Or…

The only other option would be to invite you in where we would instantly (hopefully) succumb to sleep together – and I would likely infect you.

Are we allowed to just cross that line and fall into natural rhythms together?

Why do I feel like I’ve always known you – as though we are tethered?”

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“In that moment, I was seized by all of my inhibitions, and one of them was the ingrained messaging of honoring your privacy – which, but – there you were, smiling!

But I was waiting for the clear “ok” signal of your directly approaching me – and was frozen solid in panic’s confusion as I saw you leave.

I didn’t know what was going on in your heart and mind, and desperately wished to give you what you needed.”