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  • NotesTo_Self

    NotesTo_Self

    I am a thinker. Perpetually contemplative, hopelessly creative, and comically random. I can be opinionated, sometimes to a fault. I enjoy small moments, but yearn for and cherish the bigger ones that come along. I am compassionate and passionate;Loyal, and occasionally guarded. Just your average every day girl next door, with not such an average story.
  • ThePorchswingpoet

    ThePorchswingpoet

    artist...poet..writer..dreamer...
  • BrittMiles27

    BrittMiles27

    Britt Miles, I am friendly. I post about everything and nothing at all. My site is gay-friendly. I am very immature. I post like a 2 year old. Complain if you wish, I won't change for anybody. I'm the baby of Xanga. Respect that or Papa Bear will come eat you. Honest.
  • Panzspar

    Panzspar

    I am working with Lucid Dreaming. Also creating a bridge between the Mayan Dreamspell and Thelema, Book of the Law. I am continuing writing, especially my new book, "Thelema without Dogma."
  • Starlightgazer22
  • dmh1278

    dmh1278

    I'm an awesome chick that lives in Florida. This site is about me and the every day happenings of my life. I have been generous enough to share the details of it with you. Enjoy!
  • freakygirlwannabee

    freakygirlwannabee

    just an ole' married woman......lovin' my hubby, my puppies, and my cats. I'm boring........but not all the time. Come in and read or chat.....all is well!
  • queerskinhead_UK

    queerskinhead_UK

    Happily partnered gay bloke.
  • goofycaca

    goofycaca

    This is just a basic way for you to become sick of me and/or find some reason to loathe or blackmail me. I hope it helps.
  • theartistpagani

    theartistpagani

    Artist & Philosopher: Once homeless (as a child), I'm just a lost soul in search of meaning and purpose. For the last several years I have returned to my original love of art and have tried to make a living at it, with uneven success. Now I write about my life and my search for personal identity and meaning. I've learned that some of the things for which I most hunger are only illusion, that meaning and purpose don't REALLY exist in the absolute sense... so I guess I went to seminary and all that for nothing ...yet I cannot let go of what once meant so much to me, so I search... and I paint.... and I write.... even if it is for nothing.