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What on Earth (or elsewhere) is a Victorian Death Hippy?

Hoarder, recluse, visionary, fringe intellectual, harmlessly odd and morbid, eccentric, eclectic, a collector of old photographs, feathers, jewels, lace, fabric, sticks and interesting pieces of wood. LOVES to dress up extravagantly but is most often slightly grubby with chronically dirty fingernails. A big time lazy ass dreamer who much prefers starting things to finishing them and, in all honesty, is most content to simply imagine things and actually DO as little as possible.

Well, as you have probably guessed, this is a description of myself. I am very certain there are also many, many very industrious Victorian Death Hippies. I know this because I spend a great deal of my lazy-ass time following them on the web and coveting their work or possesions or studying their talents and techniques. My best friend Diva (she is one too) coined the phrase recently when she, myself and my beloved Daughter Gift, were in the car. Demon (my partner) and I were attending a Death Salon that evening to hear Caitlin Doughty speak and Gift considers the whole thing unsavory and worrisome. http://www.orderofthegooddeath.com/ 

 Gift is, most emphatically, NOT a Victorian Death Hippy. She is more like a sort of Food Security Business Hippy. In truth she does not entirely consider herself a hippy at all but since she must consort with them perpetually...she kinda' is one. ANYWAY in reassuring her that I was not endangering my moral, emotional, intellectual or creative integrity but, in truth, enhancing it through my preoccupation with death...Diva came out with this, "There is nothing the matter with your Mother. She is a Victorian Death Hippy." We all fell silent. "Victorian Death Hippy..." I mused entranced. IF YOU ARE ONE, YOU WILL KNOW.