Let’s talk about sage. Whether you’re just beginning a dreamy, magical journey or you’re a seasoned mystic, sage is an essential tool that you should put into your spiritual treasure box.
Aela Labbe
Aela Labbe
A Catalogue of Sex
I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. I couldn’t look away. My breast buds were sad little stubs above my rounded belly. My glasses left a raw red mark on the bridge of my nose. My nose and forehead were shiny, my hair scraped back into a ponytail. I had never been a pretty child.
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Aleah Michele
I Was Abused...I Think
As I sat there feeling a familiar ache inside me, an old memory came to me, without my calling, often like these memories do. I must have been ten or twelve years old in the memory, and I could see myself in my maternal grandmother’s house. I used to often spend my summer vacations with my maternal relatives. I guess my parents needed some time off me, as I did off them. I wouldn’t mind spending the days there, as it meant no more evenings full of terror-filled waiting as I dreaded the sound of the doorbell and the state my father would walked in, and the fights between my parents that followed. I felt invisible and doomed.
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Sebastian Hilgetag
A Witch's Guide To Thrift Shopping
Every witch needs magical supplies and a fitting wardrobe, but what if you can’t find what you’re looking for at the mall or even at a pagan shop? If you do, what if it’s too expensive? If you require supplies for spell casting or for your magical altar, there is another option. It’s fun to take a thrifty approach to finding magical supplies, because they didn’t just come from a factory; each item journeyed to find you. By collecting items in this way, you become the curator of your own practice.
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Helmut Newton
My Father Was an Alcoholic, Closet Cross Dresser
I had my suspicions growing up, but they never bothered me enough to mention it. At the age of eighteen, I met my biological mother for the first time at a Denny’s restaurant in my hometown. Prior, a friend of my eventual mother-in-law stopped by to visit, and on this summer evening, we discovered through a depth of conversation that she was my aunt. I felt astounded, and rather nervous as she laid out a story of hurtful feelings, broken dreams, and painful abandonment.
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Jessika Cheyenne Guarapuava
Phantasmagoria: Model Minority Mutiny
This is a series of confessionals about the intersection of Asia America and feminism in desperately melancholic times. Asian American women are committing suicide. The number of us with depression is rising at an alarming rate. It is my hope to illuminate the will to live in a radical spirit of exile. Welcome to PHANTASMAGORIA!
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Cleansing Your Home For The New Year
You can bind the herbs as a stick, light the end and then promptly put it out so the end is smoking. The process is called smudging and you direct the stick in all corners of the house. Imagine the negative energy is being blown out of the house. If it’s not to cold throw open the windows and watch the smoke drift out the window. Say some positive words as you do this, either out loud or in your head.
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Aëla Labbé
These People Aren't Actually Here
The woman who works in the office points out where Anna and Mildred walked together, where Mildred pulled out a pistol and shot Anna, then herself, because of a man named Jack. Mildred survived, went to the asylum in Waterbury, where she stayed until her family took her away. Anna died, not in the tower where both the women are standing now, but in the field. The woman who does not work in the office asks the woman who does why Anna would be here. "I don't know," says the woman who works in the office. And then, "I don't think she's here." And then, "I don't know why she would be."
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Madison Young
Interview with Madison Young on Porn, Sexuality, & BDSM
Madison Young is an author and radical feminist performance artist and director. Her breadth of work in the realm of artistic intersections within the fields of sexuality, identity, and pornography spans from documenting our sexual culture in her internationally screened and award-winning feminist erotic films to serving as the Artistic Director of the forward-thinking nonprofit arts organization Femina Potens Art Gallery. Young has curated over 500 performance art and visual art exhibitions and has exhibited her performance art, video art, and photography internationally. She is the author of Daddy: A Memoir, and two forthcoming books from Greenery Press and Cleis Press.
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via Bladerunner
Who Wouldn’t Want an Anatomically Correct Robot Butler?
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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Victor Hamke
These Are My Nightmares
But dreams can also be nightmarish. They go beyond the peculiar and the unbelievable—they’re uncanny in the most terrifying sense of the word. They cause our deepest wounds to gush out. They make us wake up in cold sweat, dreading to ever go back to sleep again. They shake us up to our core. Because as much as they’re not real, they still mirror our deepest fears.
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The King of Swords: A Tarot Reading for 2016
So, I decided to pull a Tarot card out of the deck for 2016, to get an idea of how to live better, of where we're collectively headed, of what's brewing. I pulled the King of Swords. At this point, you're probably thinking: What does that mean?
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Helmut Newton
Sex & A Funeral
I paused at the threshold of my bedroom, waiting to soak in the emptiness of the one person I would never see in there again. I was greeted with a somber smile that seemed like a hard slap across the face on that November day.
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Aela Labbe
I Wished Away My Own Pregnancy, But I Can’t Stop Grieving
I just turned 40. Everyone said this is the year I would feel liberated and alive. I was recently divorced from a physically abusive man and was starting a new and exciting life for myself…until I got knocked up by a much younger man.
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May Ray
Tarot Reading: The Fool Is Me
At the center of my heart, there’s a Fool. That’s what I used to call you. To myself. To the steering wheel. To the dream of you that still visits me sometimes if I’m tired enough and not paying enough attention to the space I occupy, to the home I keep. Fool. You are not welcomed anymore.
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