becomes a burlesque

March 24, 2018

There are two ways the spirit of a culture may be shrivelled. In the first one – the Orwellian – becomes a prison. In the second – the Huxleyan – culture becomes a burlesque.

Neil Postman
Amusing Ourselves to Death

traditional witches

March 22, 2018


Why do Wiccans assume that traditional witches are dark and bad and use black magic and play around with dark forces and are grim and angry? We don’t and we are not! Now I understand why traditional witches are so secretive! Well, there is more to our secretive nature than that. But on the other side of the coin, there are some traditional witches that think Wicca is new age fluffy bunny foofoo. To each their own I say and the best thing to do is educate yourself on both sides of the coin! You will come across the most wonderful and real and the most weird and ridiculous!

Looking Through the Trees: Traditional Witchcraft

Sucking on Your Cock

March 18, 2018

There is nothing more that I would love to do to you,
Something that I know that you would also want me to do,
Than to take my hot, wet mouth and wrap it all around you tight,
And suck on your hardness until morning light,
Playfully flicking my tongue across the tip,
Waiting eagerly for that pre cum so that I can sip,
Doing my very best to take you all the way to the back of my throat,
Oh…if feels so fucking good don’t it,
Placing my hands around you firmly as I begin to suck,
Imagining how I wish your hard cock I will get the chance to fuck,
But for now I will continue to do what I do best,
What’s that, you say that you wanna put it on my chest,
No, no Mr. I want to swallow every last little bit,
I have had a craving for your cum I have to admit,
I feel your cock begin to get harder and more pronounced,
I think about your hard dick that I soon will sit upon and bounce,
Ahhh, you are getting ready to cum,
I cannot wait until I get to taste some,
Cum on baby, blow your thickness all inside my mouth you know you can’t hold it anymore,
Cum on let me be your cum guzzling whore!


goddesses were by me

March 11, 2018

wicca Priestess

As a child, I grew up surrounded, in my mind, by goddesses. I must have been about nine years old, when I first encountered them in the pages of The Jewish Encyclopaedia. This set of numerous volumes was one of the few reading resources open to me in a strict Orthodox household; the others I remember included biographies of mothers of ‘great Jewish thinkers’ (such thinkers of course were all men). But it was the notion of the existence of goddesses that inspired me, a lonely and ‘difficult ‘ motherless girl who found the God encountered in the pages of the bible and in the synagogue services both frightening and remote. Here in these books, under headings such as Egyptology, Idolatry, etc, I found Isis, Maat, Asherah, Ashtoreth; and, a few years later at school, there were their Greek and Roman sisters, Astarte, Aphrodite, Artemis.

For all my childhood years until I left school and home at the age of sixteen, these goddesses were by me; I was frightened of them, but they were close not distant, and their nearness was a female nearness, and my terrors were of their power, but mediated by their gender. They were like me, of me, but greater by far.

Asphodel P Long
A Brief Autobiography

Older feminine values

March 11, 2018

Tamara De Lempicka - Le Rythme, 1924

Myth is concerned with truth, but not in any historical sense but rather the inner truths about life; as Sallustius, the last great pagan theologian in the 4th century says: ‘These things never happened, but always are.’ * In the secular age in which we live, we lack that deeply held reverence for life or sense of the sacred, and so we see earth – plants, soils, waters, animals and even other people – as if without soul or spirit: as things to be exploited for our own benefit with results which, because all things are related, are beginning to catch up with us and horrify us. Three thousand years of the patriarchy with its Abrahamic concept of man’s separation from nature is mainly responsible for this, and this is why the revival of paganism lays such stress on the Goddess presence in deity. Older feminine values are pressing to come into their own again. The restoration of the dignity of woman in religion is long overdue and absolutely crucial…

* Sallustius, On the Gods and the World

Jo O’Cleirigh
Nemeton and the sacred play of the year
Wood & Water, Spring 1980

take down your panties

March 11, 2018

It is dark, very dark, and your legs are so long – impossibly long, it seems – because it takes me forever to take down your panties and to pull them over your feet.

I’m sure you’re all familiar with the myth that women prefer cuddling to sex. I think the biggest reason for that myth is that our cultural concept of sex is so skewed. We consider intercourse the ultimate and often the only sex act. Oral sex, fingering, humping, playing with toys, and a whole variety of other things that get women off (because they involve clitorises instead of just vaginas) do not count as sex to most men.

Paper Cuts and Plastic: Women and “Sex”

Tied to other realms

March 4, 2018

river crossing

For as long as I can remember, I have been tied to what I call other realms. My childhood is filled with amazing yet what many would call unexplainable experiences…hearing voices of those who are not physically present, feeling a presence not physically there and even seeing someone who is but a reflection in appearance. I have even seen those who look so much like a physical person I mistook them for one.

I have had numerous encounters with things beyond this plain of existence yet I still find it difficult to name these experiences. I am extremely reluctant to label myself or to try to define those things that might not have a definition. I have shied away from using the word gifts yet for those of us who are sensitive to these encounters I guess gifts are a good name to use.

I am fascinated by all the experiences I am so fortunate to have. I remember feeling both nervous and excited by the footsteps of those I could not see in my grandmother’s attic. I would eventually leave the comfort and sanctuary of my grandmother’s bed to investigate. As I approached the attic door I did my best to be quiet, to be cautious and not alarm those whose footsteps I could hear. Slowly I reached out my hand and as soon as my fingers touched the delicate doorknob all was silent. Imagine me thinking I could sneak up on ghosts, spirits or magical creatures. It seems humorous to me now however I took it quite seriously then.

Xntric Raven
The Lady on the Stairs

All witchcraft comes from carnal lust, which is in women insatiable…. Wherefore for the sake of fulfilling their lusts they consort even with devils . . . it is no matter for wonder that there are more women than men found infected with the heresy of witchcraft.

Heinrich Kramer and James Sprenger
Malleus Maleficarum