Sunday, April 26, 2009
Good Witch Bad Witch?
I found myself in Salem, Massachusettes, absolutely in love with colonial history and the insanity that accompanied the Salem Witch Trials. Boy was I in my glory here, everything in Salem exhuded colonial history and everyone seemed as weird and artsy as I am. I had never fit in with my own family thanks to this weird trait, still not sure which gene pool I have swam in to obtain that. But anyway, I only ended up being there for several glorious hours and dreaded my departure. In the museum I was given a taste of Pagan and Wiccan culture which opened my eyes to a new and exciting way of living. What does this have to do with feminism? I know it does not seem to come together yet but please, be patient.
I have always grown up around Catholicism, a religion I learned to despise thanks to its hypocritical and sexists ideas and let me not forget its mostly judgemental participants, at least from my experience. How can I find solace and faith in a religion who tells homosexuals their way of life is wrong when they harbor pedophiles who rape and molest innocent children? Well, upon hearing the Wiccan crede, "Do what ye will if it harm none," I was immediately transformed. I know other people think that Wicca is weird and even evil and that witches come together under the full moon and summon the devil to get even with their earthly rivals. Well let me tell you that that is completely WRONG. Do not misunderstand me, I by no means am saying that Catholicism is wrong or bad. I know the church gives hope and comfort to many people
All I am saying is that there is a belief system out there that has restored MY faith in organized religion, I found a place where the way I think about the world actually exhists. Where power and creativity do not lie in the hands of a male god but a Goddess and a God. Both cannot exhist without the other. No where is there a story that says the first ancestor of my sex destroyed the the plan that god created for his human beings. I am not to be looked upon as the beginning of the fall of man kind nor the naive, easily seducted seductress.
As I have come to learn and respect Wiccan religion, I have also adopted it into my everyday life. Each day I hope to learn more and become a better participant in the ideas of respecting nature and my other fellow human beings. I can be proud to pass this on to my children, my daughter. She will know that she has importance in the world that being a woman is also as powerful as being a man. Like the sun and the moon, life could not exists with just the male or the female. No one is judgemental, no one is pushed away, there are no evil chants or devil worshipping. There is not even the existence of hell. I am sorry that the pentagram has such a negative connotation, just as being a woman does. Anyway, until next time...Blessed Be
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Popping the Blogging Cherry

Supposedly every serious writer has a blog of some sort and I am not to be considered a writer without one. So here it is! I guess I should focus on some political issue or media craze but for the most part I honestly don't really care about that shit at the moment. Perhaps I am supposed to introduce myself? Well my name is Snella, not really though, I guess that would kind of suck for a real name but for anonimity purposes that will be it for now.
I guess I'm really fucking behind in the blog world because I focus mostly on fiction, poetry, and some articles here and there. But like every nobody that lives in one of the surround bourroughs of New York, chances are my poetry and fiction are going to just end up sitting in my own private library, read by random family members who either lie and tell you that your shit is good or just have no fucking idea about good writing all together.
Is this the best way to establish a voice in the black hole of cyberspace- maybe one person will read this if i am lucky but my "journal entries"( YUCK! -that sounds so high school diary) will probably not be read at all. Chances are I'm wasting precious time typing some bull shit when I could be editing some novel chapter I've been working on for forever, or editing some poem that sounds like shit and has been sitting on some shelf, neatly typed on 8 by 11 white, clean computer paper.
The truth is, which no one wants to admit, is that it doesn't matter too much if you can write as long as you know someone who can turn you into a writer. The world is missing Dostoevsky's, Balzac's and Wollstonecraft's, people who actaully observed life and were able to perfectly transcribe that life into words or use their words to stir up the masses and go against the grain, even if it meant getting stomped on because of what they believed.
That's what really means to be a writer after all, write what ever the fuck you want as long as you really believe it who gives a shit if no one reads it after all? Especially if having an actualpaying job means writing some bullshit you don't think is writing in the first place. I think I would rather still be some nobody who works at a dead end job than some famous writer getting trapped into writing some crappy chick lit or romance novels, shit that makes me want to puke. Of course no offense if you write those types of things since i am sure there are genres that exist that make you want to puke as well. However, after my dead end job i get to go home and work on stuff that I want to work on - write the way I want to write. Use a pen, a typewriter, a laptop-what ever the hell I choose. There is no right way or wrong way, no editor breathing down my neck telling me how to dot my i's and cross my t's. I want to be a writer- of course i do! But I'm a lot of things and I don't want to give those things up to create something that "sells."
So maybe I've been sounding off too much- or maybe not enough but for now I think I have had enough at my first go at blogging. I have broken the internet writer cherry and I think my mind just about clear for tonight. I guess worst comes to worst I can print this shit and have my therapist read it than maybe I won't have to talk about myself so much.
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