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Autistic Lee

Autistic Lee

And Foolish Lee

Welcome to AuLivia!
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Well The Autist and the Muse turned out to be a bit too much for the landing page! So I had move it to the posts. In short, I am trying to practice my creative writing amongst the other thousand projects that I have going on in my head. Some times I *feel* that *some* of the things that I come up with *might* help someone else. If nothing else I *try* to explain my reasonings behind my often odd behaviors that quite often goes Miss UnderStood and Miss Taken for something else.

Like the name of this site for example. I had met a lovely young lady the other night and this site is more or less named after her. I Mice Elf, am not a female. Just thought I might *need* to put that out there. I would not be opposed to handing it over to a female later on, but for now I am going to use it because I like the name and it is fitting. Thank you for your time!

Date: <2026-10-07> (21:47) Author: Autistic -And- Foolish Lee

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My Furst

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Miah Furst # My experiences with this lady are very personal and private. My Autistic Self really does not want to share even the thought of her with another human being. But I *feel* that I must give *some* people the opportunity to *see* some of what makes me, me – In order for me to find someone that is looking for someone, like me. And Miah Furst was literally the first person that not only got to witness the The Becoming of the New Me but also contributed to it quite a bit as well. And for this I owe her a great deal of gratitude along with the reassurance that neither her or this deed will soon be forgotten.

The Autist and the Muse

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The Autist and the Muse # I can not think of a famous artist that did not, at one time or another, have a muse. I believe that it is practically a prerequisite, the fuel to the fire if you will. I once spoke about my relationships being like fire and gasoline and admitted that I was not sure which one I was. Miss Bonnie, the lady I was speaking to while sitting on her porch steps, had said… “You’re the fire … You’re the Fire.”