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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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Friday night vibes courtesy of @luna__dietrich and @_casadecoco_ ✨✨✨ Kittens, this Sunday we’ll be discussing our #aquariusseason #journalprompts with founder @awomanwild and special guests: @shazthephotog, @withthesun_sherises, and coven member @mercurial_musings — don’t miss it! 7 PM PST. Do the prompts ahead of time (find them in previous posts) to join the convo live with us! 😽 #pussymagic #pvssymagic #healingcommunity #journaling #journalingcommunity #writing #writerscommunity #witcheswhowrite #witcheswrite https://www.instagram.com/p/CK8BNPrHpUV/?igshid=9xwdcvyrz6b5

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🧝‍♀️ Support your local witch, sorceress, warrior princess, high priestess, and medicine woman! 🔮 And by that we mean join us live THIS SUNDAY, 7 PM PST, as founder @awomanwild talks some inner space and introspection with some witches and all of the above via our #aquariusseason #journalprompts. 💙 See you then right here! #pussymagic #goddessgang #explore #innerspace #womensupportingwomen #womenscircle #pvssymagic #journaling #selfhealing #community #womencommunity #witchcommunity #communityofwitches #witch #witchesofinstagram #witchessociety #witches https://www.instagram.com/p/CK6oXluHp5G/?igshid=7wq47q4n4arx

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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In the middle of quarantine... what else can you do but #treatyoself? #pussymagic #pvssymagic #selfcaresunday https://www.instagram.com/p/CKvFLVgnEFW/?igshid=1g320d8p4unz6

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😻 mark your calendars, Kittens! Next Sunday, Feb. 7th, founder @awomanwild is going live with three lovely babes: @shazthephotog of @flashzine, @withthesun_sherises, and @la_sassidy of @mercurial_musings! We’ll be discussing the prompts on the second slide and can’t wait to create sacred virtual space with you all. Join us! #pussymagic https://www.instagram.com/p/CKrrrJQnWO_/?igshid=2qfx72h737aj

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🧙‍♀️ Just a reminder... 🧝‍♀️ #witchesarepeopletoo #pussymagic #pvssymagic https://www.instagram.com/p/CKp597ynSEk/?igshid=18hmhu0v61at0

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🦁🌕 #leo full moon vibes ✨ how are we enjoying our existence tonight, Kittens? art by @lucia.dami #pussymagic #pvssymagic https://www.instagram.com/p/CKnAh2EHSXy/?igshid=1oof4rlfwot1x

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🌊 Happy Aquarius Season, Kittens!!! 🌬 excuse us for being a little late as we’re transitioning these from our founders page. 😽 from her: I hope these journal prompts find you well and thoughtful. I hope this season brings some heartfull lightness to your days. It’s pretty interesting that we enter this season with the inauguration tomorrow, but I know that’s just a smaller picture. I wanted to bring a sense of idealism and community to these prompts and how we contribute to the collective. Everyone has gifts and you don’t need to be famous or have a big internet following to have impact. Quality over quantity, always. Let’s spread some loving kindness this #aquariusseason. 💙 Which #journalprompt stands out to you most? #soulbits #soulbitscommunity #soulbitsonfire #soulbitsjournalsesh #journalsesh #aquariusjournalprompts #selfexpression #rawselfexpression #forthewildwomen #wildwomen #womenwhowrite #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #womenwriters #aquarius #aquariusgang #journaling #journalingcommunity #journalingthezodiac #zodiac #zodiacsigns #zodiacposts https://www.instagram.com/p/CKmtt_6n9S3/?igshid=1nfpl20dmec8q

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🌿 This already happened BUT for thoroughness’ sake... we will be posting the live video TONIGHT for you to recap! And stay tuned for #aquarius announcements. 🌞 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfYfjPnrm6/?igshid=5gnyn35jr1z8

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🌿 Ciao, Kittens. Excuse us while we do a bit of catching up posting-wise. In December, our founder @awomanwild shared these #journaling prompts she wrote to inspire healing introspection. We also had a fantastic IG live with some amazing women: @indag0o, @shaniceariel, and @jeannellechrystle to recap these prompts in community. Sam has decided to begin sharing these here instead and hosting the lives on the #PussyMagic platform—it is a writing and healing community, after all! So while it is not #Capricorn season anymore, these prompts are evergreen and you’re welcome to do them at anytime. However, stay tuned for Aquarius as well... and for our upcoming Aquarius live! 💦 #journaling #journalprompts #holisticwitch #healingcommunity #witchessupportingwitches https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfU5sJnKUs/?igshid=6n18f2nqg0xd

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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😻 how are you pampering yourselves today, Kittens? Face mask? Journaling? Reading? Working on your novel? Meditating? Yoga? A safe walk in nature? Doing something sweet for someone else? 😽 #pussymagic #selfcaresunday #healingcommunity #womenwhoheal #womenwhowrite #womenwhocreate #safespace #sacredspace 🎨 by @mariamelancolia 💞 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKcHXW_nAA9/?igshid=uuctyw8mo355

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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🌒 Do you have a favorite moon phase, kittens? Via @kristenkorvette #meow #pussymagic #womenhealing #sisterhood #womenscircle #coven #holisticwitch https://www.instagram.com/p/CKalBlGHouP/?igshid=1di3kf7vs6i0p

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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Period. 🎨 by @florencegiven https://www.instagram.com/p/CKZ3ezdnjmV/?igshid=10gbhsti5bd3d

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pussymagicuniverse · 3 years

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Icarus & The Sun

Poetry by Ray Dominguez

I was a candle;

You: a bright, burning ball of light,

More brilliant than any of the small flames that had dared to kiss my wick.

Their flickering embers tried to scorch me into nothing.

As my own wax

dripped

down

my melted body,

I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry. I waited.

I waited because I knew: every fire is either extinguished or burns out.

I sculpted my melted wax into Phoenix wings and flew high into the atmosphere.

Higher and higher, until all the world’s lit matches were stars;

Dim lights fading into dust behind me.

Chasing after your heat, your effervescent glow, I wondered:

How can sunlight be invisible and still permeate through your skin and bones?

Now inches from your face, I reached out to kiss you.

Gravity

pulled

me

down.

My wings had dissolved and I realized:

I’d forgotten my true nature in the presence of your own.

My body plummeted into the ocean and tried to swallow me whole.

But even as the water filled my lungs, my eyes never left you.

Out of the waves, I formed wings once more.

Let the flames succumb to their fate, while I rise to the universe’s core.

Ray Dominguez is a soon-to-be BFA graduate at George Mason University. They identify as a queer and Filipino-American poet, playwright and artist with a special interest in mystifying the mundane through careful crafting and impulsive imagination. Their work appears in here-after: becoming.

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pussymagicuniverse · 4 years

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Despite

Poem by Pietje Kobus

Not despite, you say, because

You’ve been looking in the bathroom mirror

of our Santa Fe adobe house, beneath stained vigas

wearing your orange sports bra

and half-buckled blue jeans

a black-and-white plaid shirt in one hand—for horseback-riding

Was it five summers ago when

I saw you at Seattle’s Cyclops,

wearing a sleeveless golf shirt?

I kept staring at your shoulders,

tan and muscular, diagonal scars

I felt too timid asking about

Aren’t you worried about the age difference?

My mom says, tells her Christian friends

I was looking for a replacement. No,

my fear is dying alone, my means exhausted, becoming

the people I see as I drive along Cerrillos

pushing carts with tattered blankets and frayed satchels

I’m proud to be an old lady, you say,

love me because of my wrinkles

Turning around, my right index finger traces

the lines in your face, grazes

your flat stomach with my left hand,

Because, I whisper, I love you because

Pietje Kobus is an MFA student at the Mississippi University for Women in Columbus. She writes creative non-fiction and poetry, mostly about the long-lasting damage of harmful messages received during childhood. When she is not writing you can find her in Santa Fe, NM playing with her dogs or taking pictures along a trail. Follow here on Instagram @Pietjewrites, on Twitter @Pietje_Pykje, or on her website http://www.pietjekobus.com.

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pussymagicuniverse · 4 years

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Coming Out of the Broom Closet: Introducing Polyeverie

Essay by Mercury Gentry

It’s been about seven years since I renounced Christianity, or as I like to say, Jesus and I mutually broke up. After growing up in a Baptist church—even though I was christened as a Methodist, I finally confessed to myself that it wasn’t for me anymore. My principles were changing along with my ideas and space. Calling myself a Christian seemed foreign to me, now that I think of it; I always felt out of place. The final straw, after years of feeling discontent, was when I was chastised by a group of church buddies for asking a biblical question. I don’t like feeling shut down, and that was the last time we talked.

In the summer of 2017, I made a bad decision that resulted in me fighting for my life in the hospital. Strangely, I heard my late grandmother say you only have one life while I was unconscious. After that, my spirituality was reawakened, but not without struggle. I cut my dreadlocks after nine years of growing them out, and my depression reached a new height. The next summer was a turning point when I visited New Orleans for the first time since I was a baby, reeling in the culture and history made me seek a new faith.

I was learning Isese Ifa in my hometown along with other spiritual outlets. The former is a traditional religion of the Yoruba tribe primarily based in Benin and Nigeria. While doing so, I was confiding with a co-worker and friend, who’s Wiccan, about how I struggled with my faith over the years. She was telling me how she took what she learned from various practices and blended them. Although I’m still navigating my path, I knew I had no desire to blend because I didn't consider myself eclectic. What sucked was there was no word to describe how I was feeling. Until I finally coined something up, polyeverie.

What is a Polyeverie, and how does it differ from being an eclectic? An eclectic is someone who combines elements from various faiths to construct a belief system of their own. Whereas a polyeverie is someone who identifies with many religions but practices them in the tradition they adhere to without blending the faiths. I coined the term after discovering the word Dvoeverie, which means double faith. When Christianity was making its mark in Eastern Europe, the Slavs saw this as a way to embrace the new faith and keep the traditions of their old one, according to Emily Die Katze.

As I said, I'm still learning new things and growing every day. Who knows what I want to learn next, but I'm excited about this journey I'm about to embark on.

Mercury Gentry is an intuitive-empath and Jyotish enthusiast who likes finding the practically within spirituality. When she's not roller skating or surfing the web, you can catch her blogging at Saturn Says. Or doing oracle readings in her home town in southern Nevada.

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pussymagicuniverse · 4 years

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Vibe

Essay by Kristine Esser Slentz

“They needed to hear more about being with a woman. Thank you for sharing that,” my friend, and the only other woman at the table, whispered to me.

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“What is the best and worst sexual experience you’ve had?” was the question prompted by a viral New York Times article stating the 36 questions that can supposedly lead to love in relationships. All of us New York City transplants were out at a bar when this conversation enveloped us: four straight-identifying men, one woman – we’ll call her K – who was currently exploring her sexual identity and married to one of the men, and me—the unabashed bisexual.

They wanted to go around in a circle, of course starting with me—the furthest acquaintance from this particular friend group. I smiled, dropped my head to my dark beer, and passed while I “thought about it.” They graciously accepted while I started to internally ponder my own landmine of sexual experiences…

The men at the table added their escapades to this seemingly bar-banter of a conversation. Each one sharing their worst experiences with women, which consisted of: women’s untimely period problems, women’s bodies becoming too sensitive after orgasm; and women accidentally urinating while drunk, while the best moments mostly boasted tender minutes in a lover’s embrace and exciting locations in the backseat of a car.

This led to some pause, and not just from me. There were follow-up questions: Was this the first time you experienced a sexual encounter during someone’s cycle? Could you not touch her at all after orgasm? So, then what did you do? So, like, how much pee was there? Did she care? How did she feel about it? And overall, do you still talk to her?

In that moment, the thoughts that I ashamedly felt I couldn’t say aloud were: Is this fucking serious? Is this the conversation we’re having about sex as thirty-somethings in the “best city in the world” right now? Stressing over normal bodily functions and disgracing the women for having them as if they are unusual and depraved?

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My mind kept flipping through sexual scenarios I’ve been in, but mostly the horrific ones: multiple rapes, countless harassments, and wondering which of the following scenarios was worse: that time I thought I was sneaking out with a friend for some car sex but found that he'd planned for his large friend to be there as well, which ended with a drive into woods I didn't recognize? Or the time I was drugged and woke up naked next to a stranger? Certainly, these would not do because our social mores dictate that these things remain unmentioned to avoid discomforting or upsetting people. This was at a bar during a festive moment — a very public space — where a woman killing the vibe could be the biggest rule to break of all. Instead, I decided to pivot into a mad mental dash to bar-appropriate erotic hijinks. What would be amusing? What would be funny? What would keep the conversation light and the party going?

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Then, it was K’s, the only other present woman, turn to speak. Her best experience included a time with her husband in a sensual backseat rendezvous, which also happened to be his best experience too. Her worst experience was with a past partner. He had asked her for sex and she had not wanted to. He kept pushing to make love — he did not want to take no for an answer. Finally, she gave in. After he was finished, he said to her, “You know you wanted it.” At this, she looked down at her beer nodding. Then tells the table that that was the last time she ever had sex when she didn’t want to. “It was fucked up,” K said.

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Now, I had to speak. For my worst, I decided to go with the time my now-husband fell asleep on me while we were having sex. At this, one of my male friends asked for clarification, “But was he tired or drunk?” Why, yes — he had worked, acted in a show, and had a couple of beers. He gave a nod of approval. Interesting, I thought, or was it really? This way of questioning to defend another man is something I didn’t really notice before, and why? I pocketed that note and moved on with my turn. For my best, I depicted the first time I was “with” a woman in the very back of an SUV full of folks. Or better described as: the moment I knew I was truly attracted to women.

Stepping back into beer three that had now been switched to a cheap domestic, it wasn’t lost on me that these lovely, well-intentioned men tended to blame their partner for their worst experience, while I, the woman, subconsciously took on the responsibility of being the “worst.” Why did both K and I have such shielding body language? That reaction of being faced with these traumatic events had us looking away from the men and down into our supposedly liquid courage. This wasn’t the first time I’d detected something like this or the first conversation that had brought up not only the discrepancy between what a “best” and “worst” experience is, but also who gets the responsibility of being the worst in said experience. Once again, I was struck by how commonplace it is for women to have abusive or simply unsatisfactory stories in regards to sex. K and I both had them even though she was much braver in sharing hers than I was. I was also witness to further evidence that men seemingly have no clue that women — their friends and lovers — have many horrific stories as their go-to “worst.” They themselves have never experienced a "worst,” nor do they get that it is feasible that they may have been someone's worst — even if it wasn’t blatantly abusive.

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Then, K turned to me and said, “Thank you.” I was shocked. Shocked that she thanked me. Shocked that the men felt blameless. Shocked that the women felt shameful. Sadly, I was shocked that a woman would thank me for telling my truth.

Kristine Esser Slentz is a queer, experimental poet from northwest Indiana and the Chicagoland area. She is a Purdue University alum who double-majored in English literature and creative writing. Recently, she earned her MFA in creative writing (poetry) at City College of New York where she is an adjunct professor and an organizer of the MFA Reading Series. KRISTINE’s full-length manuscript has been long-listed, is a 2020-21 Glass Poetry Chapbook Series finalist, F(r)iction Spring 2020 Flash Fiction contest finalist, and will be completing a residency with Poets Afloat in the near future. Some places her poetry has appeared in or is forthcoming include Yes Poetry, Moonchild Magazine, The Shallow Ends, Glass Poetry, Pink Plastic House, Barren Magazine, Crab Fat Magazine, Philosophical Idiot, and Flying Island Journal where she was nominated for a 2017 Pushcart Prize.

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pussymagicuniverse · 4 years

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After the Howl

Poetry by Victoria Mendoza

After the Howl

You watch, jaw slack,

as I birth old rage &

make it new. When I

have spilled forth all

that I can, spit flecked

lips loosening, you

remind me that you love

me. Present it like a

downy rich pillow, a lamb,

a cloud of lightly sweetened

cream. You call me back

to myself & it feels like

absolution. I step back

into my body & I now

know why revolutions are

created. The heat from your

palm lingers like bravery.

Victoria Mendoza graduated with a Bachelor's in English from George Mason University, where she will be pursuing an MFA in Poetry come Fall 2020. She writes for The Forge, George Mason’s only Speculative Fiction journal, and works with Stillhouse Press, George Mason’s teaching press. She has previously received a Mary Roberts Rinehart Poetry Award for one of her pieces.

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