I’m sorry that you’ve been hiding for so long. It’s time to wake up and see everything that you are, and everything that you are not. You are beautiful. You are in pain. You are brilliant. You are soft and sad. Imagine what you could do, if you really loved something, if you weren’t just phoning it in. You’re so good even when you’re half-assing it. Imagine, what a supernova you could be, if you actually cared about something and believed in it, if you brought the full force of your intelligence and your passion (it’s in there somewhere) and your hard work and focused it on something that MATTERED to you.
Arly thought of the chains in the basement. She’d been planning to use them on any wild boy she caught until she could tame him. How had Kitty found a tame one?
Wishmas by Nina Kiriki Hoffman
- Swanson on Swanson, by Gloria Swanson
- The Feminine Mystique, by Betty Friedan (unfinished)
- Vamp: The Rise and Fall of Theda Bara, by Eve Golden (unfinished)
- Fun Home, Alison Bechdel
- Paris, by Andrew Hussey
- Girls to the Front, by Sara Marcus
- Gut Feelings, by Gerd Gigerenzer
- Why Does He Do That: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men, by Lundy Bancroft (unfinished)
- The Selected Poems of Anne Sexton
- The Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay
- The Everything Tarot Book, by M.J. Abadie (unfinished)
- The Girl With All The Gifts, by M.R. Carey
- Fifty Plants That Changed the Course of History, by Bill Laws
- The Vampire Book, by J. Gordon Melton
- Ghosts, by Hans Holzer
- The Penguin Book of Vampire Stories, edited by Alan Ryan
- Witchcraze, by Anne Llewellyn Barrow
- Vampires, Burial, and Death, by Paul Barber
- A Witches Guide to Faery Folk, by Edain McCoy
- Wyrd Sisters, by Terry Pratchett
- The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon
- Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte
- Speak, Memory, by Vladimir Nabokov
- The Magic of Believing: The Science of Setting Your Goal and then Reaching It, by Claude M. Bristol
- The Tudors: The Kings and Queens of England’s Golden Age, by Jane Bingham
- Titanic, by Charles Pellegrino
It’s been a monstrously shitty couple of weeks with regard to misogynistic fuckery, both for me personally and those near and dear to me, and in the world at large. It honestly feels like it is never-fucking-ending, and I’m tired and aggravated and tired of being aggravated. So I took some time and wrote up a few spells for you all. Enjoy, employ. Yours in misandry, and #banmen.
I. In response to catcalling
Prick the pad of the middle finger of your left hand and squeeze a drop of blood onto the pavement.
Spit on it.
Step on a crack with the heel of your left shoe, and with the head of the pin, mark an x.
He will suffer the fate of Regina George at the next intersection, without the partial prom queenship or eventual cathartic lacrosse career.
a. on a bicycle
Continue riding. The first time you ride one handed, your Amazon-like power will be released as a homing missile.
If he is catcalling another of your coven in that moment, he will spontaneously combust. This spell has a dual nature: You will have supported a fellow witch, and he will be charbroiled.
If he is not catcalling another, he will still spontaneously combust, and so will every catcaller in a five block radius.
“A mermaid is itself a kind of sex. A moving thing, without legs.
…the banker was dreaming.
Of mermaids. Ominous how the green light looked
In my window. The sea-fog rolling in.”
Alejandro Escudé, A Moving Thing, Without Legs
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock