I had the best night of my life tonight. Not only did I get to watch my hero perform, I got to go on stage and be part of his set. Before “Get the Gang Together,” he gave a speech about powerful young women. He said that many people are afraid of them and how they can impact the world, but he isn’t afraid at all. He then announced he would be bringing a young woman on stage with him to play the tambourine, and he said he’d already picked her out. That girl was unbelievably, me, and I got to perform with my biggest inspiration. Not only did I get to kick ass on the tambourine, but he let me sing a line into his mic! I want to be a performer when I’m older, but I was terrified of being in front of crowds. I’m completely over my fear of stage fright now, and I realize that performing is not something I should be afraid of. Thanks to Gerard, I now realize that being true to yourself is what honestly makes you a good performer. I usually feel sad after a great concert night because it’s over, but tonight I couldn’t be happier. I feel empowered to pursue my dreams and be the best I can be, and I’m ready to face whatever comes my way next. Thank you Gerard Way. We missed you, and you’ve made an impact on some that has changed their lives forever.
PS, if anyone finds/ has any pics or videos of me, I would love to get them from you!
Etymology: from Old Irish caillech, “nun, housekeeper, elderly woman, crone, hag”, from caille, “veil” + -ech, forming nouns from nouns and adjectives with the sense of “person or thing connected or involved with, belonging to, having”.
============================================= For their collaboratively curated exhibition Discomfort, Comfort, the-coven and HAG invite artists and writers to engage notions of safe spaces, self care, and trigger warnings. How might these terms, and their presence in feminist discourse, queer theory, and identity-based communities, on occasion serve to reconsolidate the very structures of power they purport to dismantle? And how might these disjunctions be rendered generative? =============================================
The Cyhyraeth, also known as the Hag of the Mist, or the Gwrach-y-Rhibyn, is a ghostly spirit (comparable to the Irish Banshee) in Welsh folklore.
She is portrayed as un ugly woman, whose scream is regarded as an omen of death or misfortune.
A harpy-like appearance: unkempt hair and wizened, withered arms with leathery wings, long black teeth and pale corpse-like features.
If someone is doomed to die, [their name] will be heard in her “shrill terror”. It will sound three times (growing weaker and fainter each time) as a threefold warning. Although often regarded invisible, she can sometimes be seen at crossroads or streams when a mist arises.
Most often the Gwrach y Rhibyn will wail and shriek “Fy ngŵr, fy ngŵr!” (My husband! My husband!) or “Fy mhlentyn, fy mhlentyn bach!” (My child! My little child!), though sometimes she will assume a male’s voice and cry “Fy ngwraig! Fy ngwraig!” (My wife! My wife!).
Legends associated with the Cyhyraeth are near the river Tywi in eastern Dyfed, as well as the coast of Glamorganshire. Along the Glamorganshire coast, the Cyhyraeth is said to be heard before a shipwreck, accompanied by a corpse-light (an atmospheric ghost light).
Hag stones. Traditional amulets. Stones with natural holes right through them are considered to be magical, they are thought to make it possible for people to see the spirits in the world and give the owner good luck.