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Speculations, essays, rants, all things Pagan, childfree, and LGBTQIA. Priestess of The Velvet Web in Joliet, devotee of the Goddess Morrigan. I hope you guys missed me, ha! So, really quick life update, everything so far has been the same, except a lot of different opportunities have come my way this year, but with those opportunities bring a larger duty. You can use your ins.
Middot; Leave a comment. In a relatively short period of time I came across a number of references to my work as dated and I was twice described as a 1980s feminist.
Where stories of love are made possible by supernatural circumstances. Thursday, September 10, 2015. Or just part of the female psyche in general. Particularly when it comes to relationships. There is also the .
Reinventing perfection through a collective of embers and echoes, a day at a time. The Heart of the Matter. A lover of words, books, music, places and people. 8220;I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edge of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
On Feminism, Anti-Feminism, and the Things That Mystify Me. I am ten years old. I am riding a banana seat bike through the alleys. I am allowed to go as far as 31st Street, and then I have to turn back. Words cannot describe how much I love this bike. It is turquoise with sparkly flower decals and I ride back and forth through blocks of alleys singing the entire Mary Poppins. To The Women Who Choose Not To Have Kids.