I slept for a long time last night. I went to bed at 8pm, and woke up around seven this morning. I’m still tired, and could probably sleep for another twelve hours, truth be told. I don’t have the time, because today is my drive to Seattle, but I could. I had a really vivid …
Monthly Archives: August 2012
A Picture from Pride
I’m pretty swamped and exhausted today, and don’t really have anything of substance to post for y’all. So I’m sharing the one picture of me from Vancouver Pagan Pride, wherein I’m participating in the Aquarian Tabernacle Church ritual (I called in South; this is not what’s happening in the photo, as we did cross-quarters).
The Pronoun Thing
Back in my post about the inspiring blog award I received I mentioned that, while I’m genderqueer, I’m still using female pronouns for now, because I was female-assigned-at-birth and it’s what I’ve grown up with. That’s changed. Something about my birthday created a change in me. (My birthday and, probably, my ritual to Persephone and …
Becoming My Own Person — a ritual with Persephone and Hades
A week ago Friday I posted about Persephone, and becoming my own person. I said I was going to do a ritual to cut myself away from my abusive father, because I was tired of being hurt by him. I did the ritual on Monday the 13th, the eve of my 26th birthday, the last …
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“Queering Paganism,” or Let Your Freak Flag Fly
So, I read this blog post this week, and I really want to address the idea that we, as pagans, need to make ourselves normal to break away from negative stereotypes. (Note: I’m not singling out this blog post for any reason other than it happens to be the most recent thing I’ve read that …
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Quote of the Day, August 17th, 2012
Faith can be a sickle too, and it can cut the vines that continuously impede my growth and suffocate. There is much work to do in tending such a seed. Cleaning, weeding, pest control, over extending metaphor control. But it is very worth the work to tend such a perfect and beautiful potential. —Odelia Ivy
Innocence
There seems to be conflation with innocence and purity, and I believe that’s a Victorian idea still lingering around, wrecking the place and never paying rent. It’s wrong. I don’t really know how else to put it. We often describe kids as innocent but if you’ve spent any time around kids you know they’re anything …
The Gods Are Not Your Playthings — A Rant
There’s this attitude, mentioned briefly in this post, that I see a lot in pagandom and it drives me up the fracking wall. It’s the attitude that the gods are our playthings. Of course my god pays attention to me 24/7! He loves me! Yeah, she’s totally helping me get the guy of my dreams. …
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Let Go and Let the Gods
My old church had a saying: “Let go, and let God.” Even though I was pagan while attending said church, I always loved that saying, and tried to apply it in my daily life. It’s difficult. Letting go and letting the gods. Putting faith in anything except yourself. When you spend [what feels like] your …
Fat-Shaming In Pagandom — a story
I want to share this story from a friend of mine. Back in May, my friend — let’s call her Rachel — went to a Beltaine celebration. This celebration was attended by various mutual friends of ours; bunch of local pagans. Rachel has food allergies and eating disorders. Most notably, she’s a recovering anorexic and …