meet the players



colour key:

red = at least one year below me at U of T
orange = at least one year above me at U of T
yellow = in the same year as me at U of T
green = miscellanious
blue = high school people
violet = scarborough folk



Aegis
- my super-tall ex-neighbor/drama guy who's always there with a sweet comment, a hug and an opinion on the straightness of my part. We have a shared love for Tori Amos & a sentimental attachment to McDonald's, among other strange mutual possessions.

Aphrodite
- Sex goddess of the Posse. Has allied herself with Tiger Lily in a mysterious feud and no longer speaks to me. Painful, but bearable.

Cranly
- really wants to be Sick Boy, but without the heroin addiction. This year he decided to hate me. I wish I knew why.

Daniel
- once mortal, but had the fortune to fall in love with a beautiful Child of Darkness. He hardly ever looks this much like a cologne ad.

Galadrial
- my roommate. Kind of a neo-hippie with her flowing skirts, affinity for Klimt & constantly-burning incense. Has a unique & comfortable conception of personal space: not concerned about the small shit, like borrowing CDs and sex in the next room.

God In An Alcove
- goth god of my high school days. Don't let the aging dye-job throw you...he's about as classic a guy as lingering high-school crushes come.

Judith
- a writer by trade, an actor by inevitability. I was once her occasional bitch. One of the few second years who continues to talk to me.

Lawyer
- once quoted Locke's theory of perception to get out of a traffic ticket. A living legend. We took art history classes together so that he'll know what to buy when he's rich.

Maharet
- high school girl-freeek, a.k.a. Little Spider, she laughs when we get caught in her web of charms.

Mr. Blonde
- The first major ex-boyf. As soon as he saw me with Trevor, online musings appeared about all the beautiful girls dropping like flies at his feet. (click pic for link)

Palaver
- member of the elite Tisiphone's Angels. The sex god, of course (although not affiliated with Aphrodite or the Posse pantheon).

Pixie Stix
- Trevor's younger sister and the freshly-minted bride of Q. The reason why my diary is G-rated from the middle of September to the middle of November.

Poet
- another member of the smashingly brilliant Tisiphone's Angels. The moody, romantic, misunderstood one. Also the reason I went crazy in second year, and thus the reason I have a tattoo (although Mr. Blonde paid for it.) I like to think that I was partly responsible for his hair turning noticeably gray. We're trying to be friends again, with remarkable success.

Preacher
- the third & final member of Tisiphone's Angels. He's on a mission from God, and can be very charming when he wants to be.

Q
- He & Pixie Stix recently tied the knot in an absolutely gorgeous civil ceremony. A gamer, a raver & a secret admirer of 80's cock-rock bands best left forgotten. Not to mention a Yank. But cool nonetheless. *smirk*

Sister Sunshine
- a beam of kick-ass light in an otherwise tame little rainbow. One day we will marry, although we're still arguing about who will wear the tuxedo.

Snag Boy
- can usually be caught dancing barefoot. I see him a lot more often than I report. A quiet, but definite force for good in my life.

Stacy
- by taking our friendship from the online world to the real one, we occupy a very weird place between knowledge & ignorance. But she's neat, so I'm willing to let the weirdness continue.

Sven
- Happy hirsute poet guy. He's the son of a Bible-belt minister, semi-obsessed with Finnish women & carries a notebook of his poetry & random jottings everywhere. Strides on to the scene dressed like Hell's Angel, but one second of his infectious laugh breaks the spell forever. Was once in crush with Trevor.

Tiger Lily
- sees all, knows all, reads all. My other Ophelia. We haven't spoken since March, and odd rumors float about which I am forbidden to relate to you, Constant Reader. Probably hates me. Evidence inconclusive.

Trevor
- older brother of Pixie Stix & Scout. My permanent sweetie.

Trotski
- poetry-writin', bear-shootin', jazz-listenin', backwoods muthafucka. A big Dolomite fan, and the only cool person I know from T-Bay. Constantly pursued by girls attracted to the beard (not pictured here, of course), the cane, the poetry, the flashy sports coats, the extensive collection of Tom Waits bootlegs & the really big PC monitor.

Veronica
- she reminds me so strongly of me that I'm certain she's probably destined to follow the English-major path to sloth & alcoholism. But appearances can be deceiving...

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