After a party, wander into his room and roll around in his bed until he takes your clothes off. He doesn’t understand why you won’t kiss him. Maybe you still want him to want something.
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Looking for some October magic? Below I’ve included two rituals — one a Santa Muerte rebirth ritual dreamed up by Leza Cantoral (witch, author, and editor of Clash Books) and published in Light Magic for Dark Times and one a tarot writing practice from The Magical Writing Grimoire.
Over the past several years as Doughty, has continued to travel the world to give talks and educate folks on the wonders of death, she found that her favorite part of these talks came in the Q&A portion. It was not just the opportunity to get to hear what she calls “people’s deep fascination with decaying bodies, head wounds, bones, embalming, funeral pyres—the works”—that the most direct and provocative questions about death came from young children.
Stephanie Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. She has published Hotel Ghost (Bottlecap Press, 2015) and waiting for the end of the world (Bottlecap Press, 2017) and has work included in Susan, TL;DR, and Cosmonauts Avenue. Sometimes, she feels human. http://stephanievalente.com
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After a party, wander into his room and roll around in his bed until he takes your clothes off. He doesn’t understand why you won’t kiss him. Maybe you still want him to want something.
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For every twenty-something girl who has had to shoo away stray cats as they purred for a new home, dating apps are a familiar territory. We have the catch phrases locked and loaded. The cute pics that escalate from adorable to "WHOA who’s that hottie." We all know crafting the perfect profile is the real life "Game of Thrones"—either you win or you die. Of course, dying here is missing out on the one, and suddenly adopting 10 hairless cats while watching a Lifetime movie marathon. Why hairless? Well you tried the regular, but, honey, your allergies.
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When I was in seventh grade, my best friend broke up with me. We had not been romantically involved, but that made it all the more painful. Wanting to make out with someone else, see your school jacket on a new back, slow dance with someone else to Warrant at the rec center dance...I could understand all of those things. My best friend deciding that she no longer wanted to be my best friend, that she was on the lookout for a new, better best friend, well...that baffled me entirely.
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When I started dating my partner, we were both dating other people. And no, we weren’t cheating. We were, and still are, polyamorous.
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It all began when a fucking idiot blindsided me with an old-fashioned skateboard. I got knocked down two flights and broke my leg.
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At 17, I gave away my virginity to my ex-Mormon, pre-crackhead boyfriend with the words, “if you’re going to do this you should use a condom.” I grew tired of saying no. His desires were stronger than my boundaries. I chose to love through sacrifice.
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