Twice this week in conversation with old friends, the same sore subject bubbled to the top of ye olde witching-community cauldron: slanderous witch-burnings. More times than I’d like to count, I was the one lashed to that metaphorical stake. What’s hilarious to me is that I’m criticized in equal parts for either being too Love’n’Light-Fluffy-Bunny-Wannabe-Wiccan, or too Dark’n’Evil-Cursing-Cult-Leader-Witch-Smiter. Folks have accused me in the same sentence of being both an impotent magickal fraud and powerful enough to reek ruinous wrath on a whim. Inevitably, the cursing debate arises. Am I, or aren’t I? Am I a hexin’ legit witch, or a just a hypocrite? Le sigh. Read more
