C'MON, YOU'RE A BELLY DANCER! - Of Course You Want Me To Grope You.
..This anti-sex conservatism was so staunchly indoctrinated into me that I eventually started wearing my SCA costumes at the Greek...
--"Izzy, how did you start dancing?"
--"What got you into martial arts?"
--"What kind of dancer/martial artist/writer are you?
--"How do you deal with brain damage, bodily injury and
C-PTSD, yet still dance, write, train, live the way you do?"
--"How do you still find joy and beauty amidst pain and loss?"
--"Wow, you should write your memoirs!"
This Is My Story
NSFW, 18+
C'MON, YOU'RE A BELLY DANCER! - Of Course You Want Me To Grope You.
ELEMENTAL METAL - Domain of the Persona; Realm of Martial Movement & Mindset
DAMSEL TO DANGEROUS: Journey of a Warrior Princess
MOVING ON: A Crucifix, Sandalwood & Lemon Lysol
DROWNING - When the Rum Runs Through
CLOVEN FRUIT: Dodging Devils in the Pale Moonlight
FAWN, FREEZE, FIGHT, FLEE - How I Escaped That Rape Threat
THE DAMSEL: Predators, Instincts, "Nice Girls" & Neurodivergence
BUILDING ARMOR - THE HARD WAY: Some Hard-Hitting Lessons From My HIS-Story
JERRY-RIGGING - Building My First Set of Armor
DAMSEL OUT OF DIS-DRESS - My First Time In Heavy Armor
ME & THE TREE - Old, Beautiful, Broken Creatures
THE FIRST NIGHT - Halfdan Was There.
THE TREBUCHET - A Siege Engine Knocks My Life 163 Degrees Sideways
TAKE THE HIT - Asking Fighters to Critique My Gladiatrix
GLADIATRIX: "Gladia-what?!" - Female Gladiator
AFFIRMATIONS - From Acceptance to the Zero Point Potential of Creation
HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO...Or At Least Graduation
MY RAWR-ING 2020 IN REVIEW: And a Shameless Request for Patronage
A LOVE LETTER TO A FEW OF MY BULLIES - As We Approach 50