What I am sure about is that seeing a an entitled man getting whatever he wants, while using more qualified, talented, and experienced women as stepping stones to get it, still makes my inner Hellcat roar.
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Unearthed memories of my journalism yesteryears
My former publisher found some of my state and national awards for my columns, photography, and investigative reporting while going through some boxes in the former Winters Express office.
Massage can heal the body, mind, and spirit!
Massage can heal the body, mind, and spirit. Join me to find out more!
Handfasting is ‘Tying the Knot’ — Marriage, Pagan Style!
“Tying the knot” comes from the ancient Celtic marriage ceremony called “handfasting.” You can have a handfasting ceremony in modern times if you’d like an alternative to a traditional wedding ceremony.
Tarot Spread of Balance for the Spring Equinox
Today is Ostara — the Spring Equinox, when we have equal daylight and nighttime. Like its autumnal twin, Mabon/Fall Equinox, today is a day of balance. In my tarot workshop, …
‘Poor Things’ grotesquely misogynistic
Initially, I wrote “Poor Things” off as a very quirky porn flick, without the cum shots.
Nothing says love like massage
You really CAN learn to do this! Your hands are healers! You don’t need to know a thing about massage — all you need is the heart and compassion to soothe, heal, and provide comfort. Is there someone in you life who needs this? You can learn to provide it!
A Brigid’s Cross tarot spread for celebrating Imbolc
To celebrate Brigid’s strength and creativity, here is a tarot spread, in the shape of the traditional Brigid’s Cross, which is a symbol often handmade with straw as part of honoring her at Imbolc. The cross is often hung inside the home or on the front door as a symbol of protection. So, we will make our Bridgid’s Cross not out of straw, but out of tarot cards.
Just a gross, tired elephant seal creating a stack of snot-soaked tissues
Oh COME ON! This entire sad, tired, overdone stock plot is just one big allegory for the big, virile, rock-hard-faster-than-a-sneeze strong man finally bringing the frail, frigid woman to orgasm. TaDAHH!
I wish I had a thousand vibrators to hurl at every writer who keep reheating this plot and calling it cuisine. Think of something new, for fuck’s sake. Like — repressed witchy woman decides brooding, obsessive man is more annoying than a yeast infection in July, transforms into a dragon, and chomps his head off. And then pukes it up because it tastes like three-day-old boiled okra. That would be a plot twist.
Just a plain old eclectic Garden Variety Pagan
It was the first major Pagan convention I’d ever attended, back in the early ’00s, and I was awash in wonder, awe, and raging …