Living

Visibility

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These days, it often feels like I have two choices. I can be myself and in danger, or I can be invisible and hope that I am safe – that nobody notices, that I am lucky, that none of the aspects I can’t control (my health, my class, the city I live in) are the one that get me. It’s no kind of choice at all.

Living

Fallow

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He spins the card, bright with marigolds, to face me. “Stop me if you’ve heard this one before – what if you let yourself be sad?” Looking at the card is easier than looking at him. “I tried,” I say. “I should be done by now.”

Living

Butcher

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I am not sure whether someone who has not raised and slaughtered an animal that they will depend on for food can understand the fond, respectful distance I hold for everything but the dearest pets.

Living

Ephesian

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“It shouldn’t be possible!” my boyfriend said. “My surgeon said it wouldn’t happen.” I felt a surge of fear. I know pregnancy is dangerous, but I haven’t had someone I loved so much risking it before.  “What?” I asked. “My tits are coming back.”

Culture

I Write Tragedies, Not Sins

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I have always thought of magic as the language that we use to speak to the universe. Many Witches use words of power, chanting, and sigils to communicate their intention in their spellwork. That is practical magic, intended to use language to work their will.