If he had to spend the evening with madwomen, he would prefer at least one of them be willing to let him grope her.

Once everyone thought you were crazy, they ignored you even when you told the truth.

As he had kissed her neck, she could not repress the feeling she was a lamb making time with a wolf.

Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue—sharp and venomous—was enough to get her out again.

You kill by consent, every time you let something… pervert the balance when you have the power to stop it.

I do not want to credit my life to spells and rituals, cushioning me from the consequences of living.

As a man, I was a failure. A pathetic teacher lusting after Catholic school girls in short skirts. As a monster, I’m superb. It’s comforting to know my place in the world.

His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn’t bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl’s...

The psycho-babble lavished on her by her mother in a prior life found her, whispering of trauma and coping, how this was not her fault and blaming herself at all was useless. She would eventually...

It seemed inequitable at best that one could and did gain a reputation for things that left one both physically and emotionally unsatisfied.

It is difficult to process the sacred masculine when your closest example has been a man smacking you around, verbally degrading you, lording over you, or otherwise proving a poor demonstration of the use of...

You would be amazed by how I can torture the English language. I am an abusive lover.

You’re like this…this goddess pretending to be human… And I don’t know which one I love.

Modesty was hardly a priority in her mind until now. Now she had been cast from Hell and again knew shame.

My life edges out any sense of sanity I can have, and I come to realize there won’t be a point where things can be ordinary again, or as ordinary as I would have them.

Having spent all of my decision-making years as a Pagan of one stripe or another, I have long found it condescending at best to assume one cannot worship the old gods or believe in magick...

American culture enforces such rigid gender roles for male friendships that they are gay unless they materially resemble a beer commercial.

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Salem has become this… Mecca for Wiccans, but no witches died here. Aside from Tituba, no one practiced anything like witchcraft near here in colonial times. It was a bunch of bored Puritans who thought...

The stars glittered through the atmosphere, and he thought of the distances that light must take to hit his eye at exactly that moment. Without him here, those photons would have been wasted.

We’re all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don’t die.

If you try to leave me like this, I will haunt you until the end of your days. I will drop out of classes and become a hobo and will leave you little garbage sculptures...

Were genuine aliens to find us… the chances were fairly good they would appear in a form beyond reckoning, shaped by the requirements of their environment. It was only for the convenience of the costume...

Which God is the forgiving one, exactly? Old Testament, where He got His rocks off by smiting? Or New Testament, once Our Heavenly Father got Prozac?

There might have been prettier women in the room but, when she turned those babies on, fluttered her eyelashes, I was hers. It had taken me nearly fifteen years to extinguish their light. Now, when...

Please do not say magic like you are discussing a bowel movement… Humanity expects the lights, so they are provided.

She resented a universe that forced her to fabricate cover stories for its more inexplicable vagaries.

Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn’t like the last time,...

I don’t think I’m being harassed by little green stalkers. I don’t know what’s really going on, but I’d rather try to eliminate all rational excuses before blaming intergalactic monkeys from the fourth dimension who...

The Hermit is an important tarot card with much to tell us, but he tends not to be so welcome around the bonfire.

There is little worse than when the person to whom you want to apologize is having great sex in your room.

I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.

Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag?

The UFOs were explicable enough, just experimental aircrafts from the airport. Of course the government was not going to tell people what was actually going on. She would not be surprised if the government encouraged...

Do you know what Hell is? …No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches...

They do not like evidence like that, anything too definite because our first instinct is to find flaws and debunk. They want to be discussed and portrayed, but never proven. They want to be credited...

If you can’t feel the touch of the gods on your own, it greatly behooves you to work on that before some lecher tells you his touch is just as good.

Even putting aside the culturally indoctrinated terror that someone in America will assume that two men engage in sodomy behind barely closed doors, there simply isn’t an elegant way of asking someone of your gender...

In the pause that followed, Shane understood why people said their hearts broke. She always thought it was a weak metaphor of strong emotion. She could feel each bit of shrapnel from her heart stab...

We are given these niches, small worlds of our own populated by only a handful, where we feel understood. Our bubble worlds bump into innumerable others daily, but there is so little cause to allow...

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

Isn’t watching sacred potential kill itself as good a punishment as eternal fire?

He dances all night, utterly naked and composed of nothing but six and a half feet of pale sinew. He could dance to a field of crickets, to the sound of rain on a tin...

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.

The nature of God’s plan can be difficult to fathom when you are toiling in some small corner of it, but it is glorious from above, if you allow yourself the perspective.

My soul is not satisfied with an inert universe. The gods may not make a habit of speaking to me personally, but I can’t help but whisper comments to them.

Having ascended to some spiritual strength by focusing on the power of the feminine, it is no doubt tempting to wield this strength against that which triggers memories of having once been weaker.

She had picked up life where she had left off… and hoped that would be enough to get the universe to politely overlook her.

I miss more loving someone so deeply that I can’t imagine a forever without her kisses.

People who believe their god loves them unconditionally are less able to be controlled through divine terrorism.