U ever look at someone and just think man I want to treat you like no one else has
(via doin-yr-mom)
Whether you’ve run out of ideas, are low on spoons, or a full-time college student who barley makes time to sleep (like me), try using this website:
This site is super helpful- you put in your intent and it draws your sigil for you!
Tips and Tricks:
- Try to use “I am” statements instead of “I will”. Instead of “I will be confident.” put “I am confident” because it carries more power.
- Or, if you want to keep it simple, use one powerful word of intent.
- You have the options to save the photos, so you can use this as a phone/computer wallpaper
- Even if you don’t use the full sigil, the ones they give you are an excellent jumping off point.
Hope this helps all you busy bee witches out there!
Many blessings-Kate
i worry that the way we talk about stonewall decontextualizes the event itself - that saying “the first pride was a riot” implicitly disconnects the raid on stonewall from the fact that similar raids on gay bars had been happening for decades prior, and that lgbt activists had been actively resisting police violence all the while, at the risk of their lives and livelihoods and reputations.
police oppression of gay people did not begin in 1969, and gay resistance to police oppression did not begin with the stonewall riots. that’s not to minimize the extreme importance of stonewall, of course, or the indelible contributions to our history and safety that were made by activists like sylvia rivera and marsha p. johnson and miss major griffin-gracy and stormé delarverie. but they were standing on the shoulders of decades and decades of leaders and activists who had come before them, who had fought and died and endured total brutality at the hands of homophobic police.
gay bars, as much as they were allowed to exist in the decades prior to stonewall, were persistently targeted by undercover police officers and by violent raids. in los angeles, from the mid-1940s onward, the LAPD employed out-of-work actors to pretend to be gay and infiltrate these spaces, solicit men for sex, and then book them on charges of public indecency.
the police department would give these officers quotas to meet on a weekly basis - round up and jail a certain number of homosexuals, or else. frequently, they would arrest men simply for appearing gay, or for having the bad luck to walk through a park or use a bathroom known as a gay cruising spot. this policy was a cash cow like none other, because these men would always plead guilty, would always agree to pay hefty fines in order to settle the matter and keep it quiet and avoid having their reputations ruined.
and the police would stop at nothing to bully people into pleading guilty. it was commonplace for police to handcuff their charges, shove them into the backseat of their cruisers, and then drive in circles for hours, looping to the outskirts and back, intimidating and harassing them all the way. by the time they finally pulled up at the police station and booked their charges, they would be so shaken by the abuse they’d just experienced that they’d plead guilty without a second thought, cough up whatever money they could spare in order to go free.
in less extreme cases, police officers would simply verbally abuse the men they’d arrested, but just as often, the officers would physically beat, sexually abuse, or rape these men. oftentimes, the sexual abuse and rape would be part of the arrest itself - an officer would solicit sex from a man, the man would turn him down, and the officer would force him into sex anyway and then report that the man had initiated it.
like, this was daily fucking life for lgbt people for decades before stonewall. and fledgling gay activists fought it with everything they had, early. in 1952, the los angeles mattachine society established the Citizens Committee to Outlaw Police Entrapment after one of their founders, dale jennings, was stalked home by an officer, sexually assaulted in his own bedroom, and then booked for public indecency. rather than simply plead guilty, jennings chose to contest the charges and take them to trial - a totally unprecedented move - with the aid of socialist lawyer george shibley. and the jury voted 11-1 for acquittal, and he walked free. in 1952. seventeen years before stonewall.
but this shit kept happening, everywhere, for decades - new york city didn’t end its policy of police entrapment of lgbt citizens until the mid-1970s. and all the while, there was organized resistance. all the while, organizations like the mattachine society and street transvestite action revolutionaries fought back.
it’s super, super convenient for heterosexual society to claim that there was just one inciting incident, and one moment of spontaneous, courageous resistance, that sparked the gay rights movement as we know it today. but we can’t fall into that trap. there were decades of brutal, violent police oppression, and there were decades of structured, well-organized resistance to that oppression.
for a long time, the gay struggle against police violence was the only fight there was. in the late 1940s, at the dawn of formal organization, nobody was agitating for their right to live openly as gay or avoid employment discrimination or get married or adopt children. the movement emerged in opposition to the systematized detainment and torture and rape of gay people by police.
and that is why lgbt people don’t owe the police shit, and why any police department with the audacity to demand time and space in a pride parade needs to be met with loud, unequivocal resistance. not because of one raid or one riot, but because of decades and decades of unapologetic brutality.
this is very very important and very very true. i just wish that there were more examples than just gay men if we’re talking about lgbt people…
(via lotad)
A spell to make your room your personal sanctuary.
Light Incense you associate with your personal power and say the following while turning to face each wall of your room clockwise.
This space is mine and mine alone
I put the heart in this home
Filled with support, joy and light
There is no room for terrors of the night
Warmed by the sun, blessed by the roomn
I seal negativity out of this room
Lingering negativity and fear are gone
This room will help me feel strong
Bad spirits or feelings haunt it no more
Nothing unwated will come through my door
I send my energy to every window, floorboard, and door
This room supports me forever more
So mote it be
You ask me if I feel lonely. I take some time to think carefuly about my answer because being asked that feels like being hit by a car. How does one admit to another that they feel completely alone? How does one explain just how much solitude exists in their heart, an extreme amount of lacking of affection that overflows through my aorta in liquid form infecting my whole body - my own blood - through its veins all the way down my spine until my lower back?
My answer: “I don’t know.” And we both know I’m lying. The best answer that I could come up with was one that would be the intersection of the vulnerable truth and the confident lie. Because who would ask that if they didn’t already know the answer and who would answer that question honestly?
How can I answer “no” when I have been forced to believe “yes”? How can I explain to you that as a queer person I was taught that it wouldn’t get any better than loneliness? How can I explain to you that as a queer person I was taught that I am not worthy of love? How can I answer “no” when I feel unloveable? How can I explain to you that there are things, institutions, governments, people, with power far more greater than I have? And how can I answer “no” when I feel powerless? How could I answer “yes” to someone who would answer “no” without creating an automatic power relationship between these two bodies? And how could I answer “yes” without the exposure of my deepest being? How could I answer “yes” without removing all the layers that construct this body of mine, tearing it apart until you can reach my core - right where I want you?
Emoji spell to improve mood and encourage self care (likes charge/reblogs cast)
(via rainywitchyvibes)
- Ajoite - overcome sorrow, emotional healing
- Amethyst - eases grief and sadness
- Andalusite - crossing over into the afterlife
- Apophyllite - spirit communication
- Bixbite (Red Beryl) - eases grief
- Black Tourmaline - eases grief
- Bloodstone - to strengthen ties with ancestors or loved ones who have passed on
- Blue Lace Agate - connection to the spirit world, eases passage into the afterlife
- Calcite - emotional healing, peace
- Carnelian - eases sorrow, protection in the afterlife
- Celestite - spirit communication
- Charoite - eases passage into the afterlife
- Cuprite - spirit communication
- Halite - dispelling negativity, protection
- Hematite - grounding, peace, transforming negativity
- Jade - protection in the afterlife
- Jasper - safe passage into the afterlife
- Jet - eases grief and mourning
- Kunzite - eases heartbreak
- Labradorite - spirit communication
- Lapis Lazuli - spiritual connection
- Obsidian - healing, deflecting negativity, grounding, protection
- Onyx - grounding, protection
- Pink Tourmaline - emotional healing
- Quantum Quattro Silica - eases grief
- Quartz - safe passage into the afterlife
- Selenite - spirit communication, eases passage into the afterlife
- Sunstone - spirit communication
- Tanzan Aura Quartz - spirit communication
- Tsavorite - connection to the spirit world
- Turquoise - spiritual attunement
- Violet Flame Opal - spiritual awareness
(via mybookofbitchcraft)
1.
I fall asleep haunted by the thoughts of what could’ve been. As I lay down - body tired & mind exhausted - my body against the mattress, the feeling is a bittersweet one. The heat produced by the conjunction of my body, my pajamas and the bedspread - no bed sheets - is strange to me because I can’t tell if it is good enough to fall asleep, if it is too much or if it is not enough at all. I can’t tell if I am ok laying here alone or if I want to lay here with you, my head against your chest. And then, with these thoughts, it hits me - I toss and I turn; I desire you. The heat becomes too much because it is cold, and there is no way to make it stop. Now, I toss and turn with imagery of ripping off my own skin so that I can be at ease and feel calm again. What would it mean to unoccupy this body that only seems to bring me sadness, tragedy and illness? What would it mean to feel peace, in a world where peace is a word created as an utopia, only existing to create destruction; to control our bodies and minds?
2.
I wake up feeling dazed & confused. I take some time to reorganize my mind and understand where I am. When I am finally cognitively steady enough, I realize I am alive and I need more time to understand what that means: being alive. There’s guilt in there, but for some reason today I decide to ignore it. I turn around in hope that you are there, in hope that I could hug you good morning. I must be daydreaming too much about you, us… I get up with this sense of hope - heavy clouds on my head but a smile on my chest. Hope. Hoping that today I am able to be a god and turn your walls into bridges, so that I can finally run your way.
