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Thanksgiving, also known as the National Day of Mourning, is the start of the Feed the Glut of Consumerism Season.  We’ve been through Thanksgiving Night Sales and Black Friday.  Now we are on #SmallBusinessSaturday, one of the few days of FGCS that I actively support.  Pagans and Heathens seem to be really good at starting small businesses and holding festivals that support vendors.  And that’s great, unless you have an extreme glut of vendors all selling the same stuff from Azure Green.  If you’re online, it can be extremely hard to stand out from everybody else.  How can you blow away all the chaff and be the kernel left in the winnowing basket?  One thing you can do is to advertise with Pagan and Heathen blogs, like The Barbed Pentacle.  Another thing you can do is, if you’re a business, join the Pagan Business Network.  If you’re a consumer, check out the folks who are members of the Pagan Business Network, and buy from their members.

Now, I’m not saying that you should only buy from Pagans and Heathens or that you should buy only from people in PBN, but I do believe that you should look first at buying from Pagans and Heathens or Pagan friendly businesses–not just for gifts and ritual goods but also for other services, like mechanics, IT professionals, etc.  Other faith communities activity exhort their adherents to patronize each other professionally, and I think we should too.  Despite what critics may claim, it doesn’t have to be viewed as an exclusionary tactic.  Instead, it should be viewed as an important means of community building and strengthening.

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The Goddess’ Nips

 

“So here’s my question to all you pagans. What does a goddess look like? Does a goddess have porn star tits, of back breaking proportions and gravity defying magic? Or does a goddess look like a real woman?” – ”Goddess Breasts”

“The moral of the research at this stage seem to be, if you want to be in a natural state, you need to be in a natural state. The more artificial your habitat is, the more you will suffer if you don’t protect breasts and feet from the consequences…..The more you can match your shoes to the needs of your breasts, the better this is going to work, though.”–“Bare breasts, bare feet”

“I realise that I have been socialised to consider the unfettered breast a sign of loose sexual morals and availability. The idea that, anyone realising I had no bra would conclude that I am a slut and open to any and all sexual advances, was not a comfortable one. I have yet to go out in public without a bra, and this is a big part of why. I simply do not want the assumptions that could go with it.”

–”The Unfettered Breast” Nimue Brown

from  Druid Life https://druidlife.wordpress.com/2012/

Ms. Meow Meow’s #nobraday pic

“I don’t remember just when it was that I stumbled upon the fact that began to unravel the puzzle, the fact that the permanent human female breast is not a biological necessity, is in fact an anomaly. In every other primate species, the females develop breasts while nursing, then become flatchested again afterward. So here an anthropological concept applies: a human trait that is not dictated by biology has been created or shaped by cultural forces. In other words, the permanent female breast is the result of learned behavior and serves a social purpose. What could that be? Puzzling over that, I was finally jolted by what by hindsight should have been obvious: when a human male observes a human female from a distance, the first fact he can observe about her is whether she has developed breasts. If she has, then she is old enough to have sexual intercourse. The permanent breast is a signal, a communication of information essential for human survival. Evolutionary pressure created it.”

“Why are men so interested in women’s breasts?” By Aiden Kelly

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/aidankelly/2014/02/why-are-men-so-interested-in-womens-breasts/ Nobody online seems to know exactly who started #NoBraDay.  Supposedly it was started to promote breast cancer awareness, but I agree with the critics on this one: it’s not doing much to further the cause.  Having pictures of male and female celebrities getting mammograms plastered all over the place would do more good.  How about #freemammogramday?  I think the people who started #NoBraDay really started it because they wanted to go without undergarments, but they were too afraid to try to launch that campaign on their own, so they attached themselves to the breast cancer awareness cause, just like everyone else in the world.  Breast Cancer Awareness is big business.

I celebrate #NoBraDay because most of the time, especially at home, I don’t wear a bra.  I was raised by crazed dirty hippies, so bras weren’t really a priority unless you were going out into polite society.  Sometimes I do wear a bra or a corset (I have a thing for pretty lingerie), but a lot of the time I just go with nothing–bra or panties.  It’s nice to feel free sometimes.  I see it more as a First Amendment/Free Speech issue.  Society shouldn’t tell you how to dress.  ”And ye shall be free from slavery,” says the “Charge of the Goddess”.  If, as Pagans, we take this to be true, then we are free to wear what undergarments (or not) as we choose.

Dumuzi sang:
         “O Lady, your breast is your field.
Inanna, your breast is your field.
Your broad field pours out the plants.
Your broad field pours out grain.
Water flows from on high for your servant.
Bread flows from on high for your servant.
Pour it out for me, Inanna.
I will drink all you offer.”

The Courtship of Inanna and  Dumuzi  http://jewishchristianlit.com/Texts/ANEmrg/Inanna&Dumuzi.html

The Goddess (whatever name you call her) has breasts and nipples.  Some gods have heavy swinging breasts too.  Female and male humans both have breasts and nipples.  Those are simple statements.  But in Western society, as Pagans in Western society, we have become afraid of female breasts and nipples.  This stems from a deep-rooted patriarchy that is inherently afraid of anything that may elicit a sexual response.  Humans can’t control what causes sexual arousal in themselves, and this lack of control can be scary and is some times embarrassing.  So, we do our best to cover those things up.  However, I, like many people, can get aroused at seeing a man without his shirt on.  This man can walk around legally without his shirt on, but I, as a woman, cannot.  Double standard.

The Goddess, in her many infinite forms, is often depicted with either youthful pert breasts, ripe for the suckling, or large pendulous breasts, ready to smack you in the face.  Conversely, the God, in his many infinite forms, is often depicted with a magnificent bare chest.

These representations of Deity are as it should be.  However, “The Charge of the Goddess” also says, “as a sign that ye be really free, ye shall be naked in your rites.”  A lot of Pagan groups take this and run with it, holding skyclad rituals that make many families cringe.  This is unfortunate.  While no one should be made to feel uncomfortable in ritual,  and all parents have the right to raise their children as they see fit, always holding clothed rituals does seem to go against the grain of the one piece of liturgy that most Wiccan groups revere some version of.  Some of these groups, though, have edited out the part about holding naked rites, perhaps in an effort to seem legitimate among the sea of naked worshipers.  Holding topless rites is a perfect compromise.  While many parents, understandably, are not comfortable with full nudity around their children (and the law in most areas is firmly against it for obvious reasons), some parents, surprisingly, would probably be comfortable with a top-optional ritual, especially if the laws in their area supported topless women.  Despite the religious sexual overtones that imbue Wicca, most groups enact Hieros Gamos via a chalice and an athame.  Therefore, the topless men and women are not partially dressed to purposely invoke sexual feelings within the group.  That’s one of the caveats that is attached to many pro-topless laws.

As the year progresses towards Yule, I’ll be interviewing Pagan leaders and state legislators in my state of North Carolina about their views on women going topless, North Carolina’s topless laws, and the possibility and implications of top-optional rituals.

I enjoy feeling the sunshine on my naked skin and the wind whispering my skin to goosebumps.  There’s nothing like lounging by the water in summer with nothing on.  If you’ve not experienced outdoor nudity yet, please do so, at least once, during the next year.  Once you experience it, you’ll never want to frolic outdoors fully clothed again.

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A Sweet Great Rite: A Pagan Service Announcement

Hot, fresh Krispy Kreme doughnuts straight off the conveyor belt are one of my favorite things.

In fact, they cause the same physical, mental, and psychological responses in my body that I experience during an extremely intense orgasm.  My brain floods with endorphins,  my eyes roll to the back of my head, my doughnut spasms, and I spill over with my very own sugar glaze.

If you don’t believe me, ask the Krispy Kreme workers.  There are hundreds of them running around the Southeastern US that have seen my cute O face and heard my sighs of pleasure.  And it has to be Krispy Kreme.  Those Yankee carpetbagging cake doughnuts from Dunkin’ Doughnuts do absolutely nothing for me except to make me want to start humming “Dixie”.

 

Today, June 5th, is National Doughnut Day.  It’s nothing but a ploy by the pastry industry to make you fat and penniless.  However, here at  ”The Barbed Pentacle”, we are going to start a new tradition:  The Sweet Great Rite!  The Sweet Great Rite should be celebrated whenever you feel hungry and frisky, not just on June 5th!  Why the Sweet Great Rite?  Well, let’s be honest.  A doughnut is nothing but an edible facsimile of a vagina, just like a taco.  It has a hole, it’s sweet and yielding, and you just stick your tongue through the hole and start gobbling.

If it’s a hole-less doughnut, then it must be a virgin.  Take care not to hurt it too much as you pop that hymen and suck the sweet creamy goodness out!  Just only have doughnut holes?  Then you suck.  You got the sloppy seconds.  Plus, doughnuts come in a box that seems absolutely endless until there’s nothing left and you’ve hit the cervix.

What about things like eclairs and those long twisty pastry things?  They’re pastry penises that love penetrating lusciously sweet doughnuts all morning long.  They can plow through a dozen at a time.

Now, if the female twat doesn’t arouse you, doughnuts can also be male twats, also known as assholes.

I’m pretty sure, based on my different drug-induced hallucinations, that eating a fresh Krispy Kreme doughnut is just like eating out the Goddess.

It’s hot and steamy, the pastry yielding gently and willingly to my tongue and teeth, sweet glaze dripping everywhere in obscene pleasure…….

The Sweet Great Rite can be celebrated in several different ways.  The most fun way is to take your fried yeast doughnut and lay it on your partner’s orifice.  Then start the fucking, with whatever you normally use.  If you’re not equipped with a penis or a dildo, get a pastry penis!  Then just eat and fuck your way to a sweet and sticky orgasm.  Remember, if you’re truly doing the Great Rite, you need to open yourself up to the energies of the Lord and Lady, in whatever aspect you worship them in.  Otherwise it’s just food sex, which is fun too.  If you’re by yourself, well I’m sure you can get creative.

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Susannah Martin Memorial Day

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susannah_Martin

The Witch’s Daughter

It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,

And the old swallow-haunted barns -
Brown-gabled, long, and full of seams
Through which the moted sunlight streams,

And winds blow freshly in, to shake
The red plumes of the roosted cocks,
And the loose hay-mow’s scented locks -

Are filled with summer’s ripened stores,
Its odorous grass and barley sheaves,
From their low scaffolds to their eaves.

On Esek Harden’s oaken floor,
With many an autmn threshing worn,
Lay the heaped ears of unhusked corn.

And thither came young men and maids,
Beneath a moon that, large and low,
Lit that sweet eve of long ago.

They took their places; some by chance,
And others by a merry voice
Or sweet smile guided to their choice.

How pleasantly the rising moon,
Between the shadow of the mows,
Looked on them through the great elm-boughs! -

On sturdy boyhood sun-embrowned,
On girlhood with its solid curves
Of healthful strength and painless nerves!

And jests went round, and laughs that made
The house-dog answer with his howl,
And kept astir the barn-yard fowl;

And quaint old songs their fathers sung
In Derby dales and Yorkshire moors,
Ere Norman William trod their shores;

And tales, whose merry license shook
The fat sides of the Saxon thane,
Forgetful of the hovering Dane,—­

Rude plays to Celt and Cimbri known,
The charms and riddles that beguiled
On Oxus’ banks the young world’s child,—­

That primal picture-speech wherein
Have youth and maid the story told,
So new in each, so dateless old,

Recalling pastoral Ruth in her
Who waited, blushing and demure,
The red-ear’s kiss of forfeiture.

But still the sweetest voice was mute
That river-valley ever heard
From lips of maid or throat of bird;

For Mabel Martin sat apart,
And let the hay-mow’s shadow fall
Upon the loveliest face of all.

She sat apart, as one forbid,
Who knew that none would condescend
To own the Witch-wife’s child a friend.

The seasons scarce had gone their round,
Since curious thousands thronged to see
Her mother at the gallows-tree;

And mocked the prison-palsied limbs
That faltered on the fatal stairs,
And wan lip trembling with its prayers!

Few questioned of the sorrowing child,
Or, when they saw the mother die;
Dreamed of the daughter’s agony.

They went up to their homes that day,
As men and Christians justified
God willed it, and the wretch had died!

Dear God and Father of us all,
Forgive our faith in cruel lies,—­
Forgive the blindness that denies!

Forgive thy creature when he takes,
For the all-perfect love Thou art,
Some grim creation of his heart.

Cast down our idols, overturn
Our bloody altars; let us see
Thyself in Thy humanity!

Poor Mabel from her mother’s grave
Crept to her desolate hearth-stone,
And wrestled with her fate alone;

With love, and anger, and despair,
The phantoms of disordered sense,
The awful doubts of Providence!

The school-boys jeered her as they passed,
And, when she sought the house of prayer,
Her mother’s curse pursued her there.

And still o’er many a neighboring door
She saw the horseshoe’s curved charm,
To guard against her mother’s harm; -

That mother, poor, and sick, and lame,
Who daily, by the old arm-chair,
Folded her withered hands in prayer; -

Who turned, in Salem’s dreary jail,
Her worn old Bible o’er and o’er,
When her dim eyes could read no more!

Sore tried and pained, the poor girl kept
Her faith, and trusted that her way,
So dark, would somewhere meet the day.

And still her weary wheel went round
Day after day, with no relief
Small leisure have the poor for grief.

So in the shadow Mabel sits;
Untouched by mirth she sees and hears,
Her smile is sadder than her tears.

But cruel eyes have found her out,
And cruel lips repeat her name,
And taunt her with her mother’s shame.

She answered not with railing words,
But drew her apron o’er her face,
And, sobbing, glided from the place.

And only pausing at the door,
Her sad eyes met the troubled gaze
Of one who, in her better days,

Had been her warm and steady friend,
Ere yet her mother’s doom had made
Even Esek Harden half afraid.

He felt that mute appeal of tears,
And, starting, with an angry frown,
Hushed all the wicked murmurs down.

‘Good neighbors mine,’ he sternly said,
‘This passes harmless mirth or jest;
I brook no insult to my guest.

‘She is indeed her mother’s child;
But God’s sweet pity ministers
Unto no whiter soul than hers.

‘Let Goody Martin rest in peace;
I never knew her harm a fly,
And witch or not, God knows – not I.

‘I know who swore her life away;
And as God lives, I’d not condemn
An Indian dog on word of them.’

The broadest lands in all the town,
The skill to guide, the power to awe,
Were Harden’s; and his word was law.

None dared withstand him to his face,
But one sly maiden spake aside
‘The little witch is evil-eyed!

‘Her mother only killed a cow,
Or witched a churn or dairy-pan;
But she, forsooth, must charm a man!’

Poor Mabel, in her lonely home,
Sat by the window’s narrow pane,
White in the moonlight’s silver rain.

The river, on its pebbled rim,
Made music such as childhood knew;
The door-yard tree was whispered through

By voices such as childhood’s ear
Had heard in moonlights long ago;
And through the willow-boughs below.

She saw the rippled waters shine;
Beyond, in waves of shade and light,
The hills rolled off into the night.

She saw and heard, but over all
A sense of some transforming spell,
The shadow of her sick heart fell.

And still across the wooded space
The harvest lights of Harden shone,
And song and jest and laugh went on.

And he, so gentle, true, and strong,
Of men the bravest and the best,
Had he, too, scorned her with the rest?

She strove to drown her sense of wrong,
And, in her old and simple way,
To teach her bitter heart to pray.

Poor child! the prayer, begun in faith,
Grew to a low, despairing cry
Of utter misery: ‘Let me die!

‘Oh! take me from the scornful eyes,
And hide me where the cruel speech
And mocking finger may not reach!

‘I dare not breathe my mother’s name
A daughter’s right I dare not crave
To weep above her unblest grave!

‘Let me not live until my heart,
With few to pity, and with none
To love me, hardens into stone.

‘O God! have mercy on Thy child,
Whose faith in Thee grows weak and small,
And take me ere I lose it all!’

A shadow on the moonlight fell,
And murmuring wind and wave became
A voice whose burden was her name.

Had then God heard her? Had He sent
His angel down? In flesh and blood,
Before her Esek Harden stood!

He laid his hand upon her arm
‘Dear Mabel, this no more shall be;
Who scoffs at you must scoff at me.

‘You know rough Esek Harden well;
And if he seems no suitor gay,
And if his hair is touched with gray,

‘The maiden grown shall never find
His heart less warm than when she smiled,
Upon his knees, a little child!’

Her tears of grief were tears of joy,
As, folded in his strong embrace,
She looked in Esek Harden’s face.

‘O truest friend of all” she said,
‘God bless you for your kindly thought,
And make me worthy of my lot!’

He led her through his dewy fields,
To where the swinging lanterns glowed,
And through the doors the huskers showed.

‘Good friends and neighbors!’ Esek said,
‘I’m weary of this lonely life;
In Mabel see my chosen wife!

‘She greets you kindly, one and all;
The past is past, and all offence
Falls harmless from her innocence.

‘Henceforth she stands no more alone;
You know what Esek Harden is: -
He brooks no wrong to him or his.’

Now let the merriest tales be told,
And let the sweetest songs be sung
That ever made the old heart young!

For now the lost has found a home;
And a lone hearth shall brighter burn,
As all the household joys return!

Oh, pleasantly the harvest-moon,
Between the shadow of the mows,
Looked on them through the great elm-boughs!

On Mabel’s curls of golden hair,
On Esek’s shaggy strength it fell;
And the wind whispered, ‘It is well!’

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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness

Let my worship be within the heart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals…” —Charge of the Goddess

by Issac Bonewits

THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.” –The Crisis by Thomas Paine (http://www.ushistory.org/paine/crisis/c-01.htm)

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Whether you believe it or not, I am a huge Patriot.  However, I’m extremely skeptical of the US government, and I always have been.  When I was in 6th grade I put a sticker on my violin case that says “I love my country, but I fear my government.” (Bet you didn’t know that I played…..)  Pagans, as a whole, whether they themselves are bright enough to realize it, are big Patriots too.  While they may not be the 2nd Amendment and state’s rights advocate that I am, every single one of us values our 1st Amendment right to the freedom of religion and the right to publicly bitch about this right getting trampled on by people who believe that America’s founding fathers were overwhelmingly Christian (they were mainly deists, by the way).  Every Independence Day I gleefully blow up things while embracing the true spirit of our national anthem, making sure to be really drunk so that I can hit the high notes, and pondering how the name “de Kalb” makes me automatically think of penises–specifically the heads of penises.  I occasionally blow up things on that perhaps spurious holiday of Mec Dec Day–just because I can as a good Patriot.  I like to think of it as Independence Day practice.  I also have this insane desire/obsession with joining the DAR–like they’d ever take me!  Even if I can prove the right ancestors, he’d probably end up being some Tory bastard that doesn’t count (and FYI, adopted relatives do not count for the DAR who are a little WASP).

During the last couple months my matron deity has been turning my head toward the archetype/goddess of Liberty (or perhaps it’s just Selena Fox trying to recruit me through mind control for the Lady Liberty League since I constantly jump nude on my First Amendment trampoline).  It’s been a curious kind of meditation.

Liberty as a word means: “the state of being free within society from oppressive restrictions imposed by authority on one’s way of life, behavior, or political views.”  Sounds a lot like St. Aradia’s view on the world and why in some of the older versions of the Charge of the Goddess Pagans are encouraged to worship skyclad.  Liberty use to be used more in every day speech than it is now.  When was the last time that you heard the word used in a conversation that didn’t center around politics?  Does the Navy still use it to describe shore leave?  I don’t know, but the scuttlebutt says no.  There are some that would argue that a love of liberty leads one to be a libertine, but since when has that been a bad thing?

While I take a break to paint my fingernails and toenails red, white, and blue, since those are America’s magical power colors, let’s put on our Neil Gaiman hats for a moment.  We need to get into that whole “American Gods” mindset to tackle the next little bit of information (go paint your nails while you get into the right frame of mind, or Google “American Gods”).

The Goddess Liberty can be seen in many forms in many different cultures, but our modern view of her and her daughters and permutations, stem from ancient Rome (wow, what a big fucking surprise) as Libertas.

From there, she traveled all over the Roman Empire, specifically to Britain, where she fornicated, fused, and mused with Bride (and her other forms as well), to form Britannia.

I want some golden nipple money!

 

The English colonists brought her with them from over the water, to fornicate, fuse, and muse once more with the new deities in the New World to create Columbia.  If you open up another tab and do a quick Google images search of “Liberty”, “Britannia”, “Columbia”, and even “Justice”, they all look very similar.  From the Roman era, through the Victorian, up until now.  Some of the images are so similar that it’s creepy.

There is a modern artist out there that is trying to change the stock image of Columbia and to resurrect her to social prominence (because here again, how often is the goddess Columbia talked about any more.  You hear “Columbia” and you automatically want to say, “Where I get my drugs.”).

Holly DeFount is the curator, artist, and vision behind “Columbia Rising: Revisioning the American Goddess”.  I have to admit, when I first saw that word “revisioning,” Reclaiming fluffiness immediately came to mind.  But after thoroughly pursuing her site, I don’t think that her project is that kind of revisioning.  Instead, this is more along the lines of fingering a muted goddess back to screaming as oppose to just giving her new make-up for a new era.

You can’t very well stay quiet if you have fire licking at your clit.  DeFount has a master plan for her project.  While she has been working on creating new images for Columbia within her own framework of being an American, she has also put out the call to other artists of all kinds to lift Columbia back up in their own ways.  The first “Columbia Rising” exhibit will be July 11, 2014, but it’s assumed that other exhibits will soon be planned and booked.  http://columbiarising.com/exhibit-2014/  If you fancy yourself talented and creative, then you really should make an effort to participate in this magic.  How often are you given the opportunity to help kindle the fire that will reforge a goddess?  If you like to bitch about the government, now is your opportunity to do something to change the way things are.  What do you think Columbia is going to do once she’s washes the ashes off her face?  Just gaze about in proud admiration?  NO!  She’s going to take names and whoop ass!  Like from the previous post, channel St. Aradia and be a part of the solution instead of just an apathetic waste of resources.

By the way, even the American colonists weren’t happy with the amount of freedom and liberty that they had after they won the American Revolution.  Before the end of George Washington’s term in office, citizens in Pennsylvania staged an arm rebellion over taxes on whiskey.

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Slender, Sexy Switches

For long time readers (and those who know me best), it’s no secret how I adore switches.  The sound, the sensation, the agonizing anticipation of peeking through the window to see a lover cutting one, the horrible indecision of having to cut one for yourself, the absolute fun of gauging what kind of swish factor to inflict on a waiting sub, I love it all.  And my absolute favorites are the floral switches of the spring blooming shrubs!  Forsythias, also called yellow bells, are what I dream about all winter long.  If you’ve not read the previous Barbed Pentacle posts about switches, you can now:  http://barbedpentacle.com/228-2/  http://barbedpentacle.com/2012/03/say-it-with-a-switch-integrating-floral-switches-into-your-play-and-ritual/  http://barbedpentacle.com/2011/12/happy-krampusnacht/

On Mach 30, 2014, I will be presenting a class “Slender, Sexy Switches” at the LoftNC at 3:30pm.  This is, of course, for those who are 18 and older.  If you are interested in attending, please email the house mistress at loftnc@gmail.com for more information (pricing, location, etc.) and to RSVP.  If you would like to attend, please feel free to bring switches of your own, if you like, pruning shears, pocket knife, and fine grain sand paper.  We’ll be learning about choosing and preparing switches and rods, neat ideas for using them in play, safety and after care, and you never know, there may even be a demo.

For more information on The LoftNC, check out them out on FetLife: https://fetlife.com/groups/63797/group_posts/4463882  and at their website:  http://www.loftnc.com/splash.php

************************************Updated: 3/29/14***************************

The house mistress at The LoftNC decided to sacrifice my class to progress, basically.  I received a Fetlife message this evening, dated 4 days ago, that due to space issues at the Loft that my class was being canceled and would be rescheduled at a future time.  Yep, I’m sure you can smell that too, and there are no cows anywhere around you.  So, I’ll keep you posted.  Thanks for your support, those that RSVPed.  And if you have a venue that you’d like me to teach at, just drop me a line at chirp_sparrow@yahoo.com.

These folks like the little bites of a good birch rod:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Help with the project: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/more-shibari-you-can-use

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

Quadrivium Supplies:  http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/  

Hyperdreams Interactive Storieshttp://www.hyperdreams.com/

 

Tie on that apron and flour up your bosom, Ms Kay!, Part 3

Does Ms. Kay wear granny panties or something more spicy?

You’re a dumpling, Ms. Kay!  One of my favorite things about Duck Dynasty is watching the interactions between Phil and his wife, Ms. Kay.  Phil is a horny old man and Ms. Kay is an equally horny old lady.  Phil seems to know every verse in the Bible that deals with husbands and wives having sex, which he quotes often to Ms. Kay when he’s in the mood.  He really likes Ms. Kay in the kitchen.

Notice the grammar error? Ms. Kay is married, not an unattached dumpling just rolling around in flour.

Phil has a thing for aprons, especially ones that have a little flour sprinkled on the bosom from baking and cooking.

On the show, both Phil and Ms. Kay instruct their grandchildren on the importance of aprons.  Phil advises his grandsons that a good girl to marry will be a country girl who carries her Bible and who cooks and wears an apron.  He tells them that if she’s a little messy and has flour on her apron, all the better.  Of course, he also tells them to marry a teenager, like he did.  That’s a little Jerry Lee Lewis, Phil!

Ms. Kay admonishes her granddaughters that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and that nothing turns a man on more than for them to come home to supper cooking and to see you in an apron.  And, she adds, if you want to make sure that the man knows you mean business and your amorous intentions, you smear a little flour on your apron.  You’re such a dumpling, Ms. Kay!

It’s ok, Phil, I have a thing for aprons too.  I think they’re sexy and hot.  I like seeing girls in aprons, and I feel awesome when I wear one.  Sexy, lacy ones, homey ones, it doesn’t matter.  I can be sexy a French maid, a prairie Mormon girl, or Baron de Kalb’s camp follower just by putting on a different style of apron.  I feel focused, protected, and an object of affection when I wear my apron.  Aprons are wonderful because there are so many different styles; there’s always one that’s going to be flattering.

Aprons hold more than apples and sex appeal, they also hold a great deal of magic.  People have always known this.  Think of the Masons’ with their aprons.  From what I understand, everyone wears one at their meetings.  This magic easily extends to kitchen magic, the most obvious use of aprons in a ritual setting.  Wearing an apron can be a devotional act to your personal domestic deity.  Wearing an apron can also be seen as donning magical clothing for magical cooking.  If it’s just you, try adding things to your apron to aid you in your magic, like runes, symbolic patches, and charms.  If you have several people helping you, like with baking cakes for cakes and ale or with dinner for after ritual or at a festival, try having you and your helpers wear aprons whose colors correspond to the God and Goddess and the elements.  It adds a nice ritualistic element to what can be horrible drudgery.  It also helps to make everyone feel needed when there might really be too many cooks in the kitchen.

Of course, the same principles can be applied to gardening aprons for individual or group magical gardening projects and for cleaning projects.  Just as with the cooking aprons, symbols that will aid growth and planting, or in the case of cleaning, clearing, banishing and cleansing, can be added to the aprons.  A good garden apron might be green with lots of flowers or vegetables on it, and of course lots of pockets because aprons above all else need to be functional.  A good cleaning apron may be black for banishing clutter or red for fueling your desires to have a clean living area.  I want an apron that has a picture of that hottie Mr. Clean smiling up at me, like over my bosom or something.  All those muscles!

Aprons are very appropriate in typical ritual settings too.  Instead of wearing pouches or having a cluttered altar with all the little “tiny” tools that you need, like lighters and oil bottles and salt, etc, create a cool, funky apron with lots of pockets.  I saw the perfect example of this on this beautiful, sweet Valentino vamp in Mexico.  It was like a short skirt full of pockets that fastened with Velcro in the back that she wore over her jeans.  She used it like a purse.  It was awesome.  A cheap tool apron from the hardware store (or sometimes the dollar store has them) could easily be converted.  You can also add bells and jingles for dancing.

This is at the Museum of York County in South Carolina.

Ritual aprons can also be used like badge sashes if you’re in a coven or group that has different classes or levels.

This one belongs to Willow, a Strega.

They can be made of cloth or more like a Mason apron and made out of leather.

Keep your apron on for the next post where we discuss just what we’re going to do about Phil Robertson.

Heal me, Phil Robertson!

These folks like to eat dumplings:

Slender, Sexy Switches Class at the Loft NC,  March 30, 2014 presented by me!  https://fetlife.com/groups/63797/group_posts/4463882  http://www.loftnc.com/splash.php

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Help with the project: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/more-shibari-you-can-use

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

Quadrivium Supplies:  http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/  

Hyperdreams Interactive Storieshttp://www.hyperdreams.com/

Tie on that apron and flour up your bosom, Ms. Kay!: Part 1

I like Duck Dynasty.  I like their show.  I think they’re funny.  Despite what Phil said about gay people, despite my own sexual preferences and how I completely disagree with what he said, and despite how I find it a little disturbing how the Duck Dynasty folks are now the darlings of the GOP and Christian Right, I still like their show.  I even liked the episode where they set fire to the beaver dam.  If you haven’t seen the show, A&E has several episodes on their site: http://www.aetv.com/duck-dynasty/video?mkwid=sv8qQu8uW|dc_pcrid_36125531115_pkw_duck%20dynasty_pmt_e&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_term=duck%20dynasty&utm_campaign=G_Duck+Dynasty&paidlink=1&cmpid=PaidSearch_google_G_Duck+Dynasty_duck%20dynasty&gclid=CNLIn5O6t7wCFUYOOgod7A4AIw

Phil Robertson has a right to voice his opinion, and A&E has a right to fire his ass too.   Phil decided to take a risk and say something that he deeply believes despite the fact that he knew there would be a backlash.  I respect him for that even though I know he wouldn’t respect me as a kinky Pagan bisexual pornographer who believes in polyamory.

The Robertsons, according to the dialogue on their show, live in the West Monroe/Monroe, Louisiana area (http://www.westmonroe.com/).  From the evidence on Witchvox, there is a very small but growing Pagan community there.  There is a brand new meet-up that will be starting in Monroe, LA on Saturday: http://www.witchvox.com/vn/vn_detail/dt_ev.html?a=usla&id=90304.  Then there is this group in West Monroe, that from its profile seems to be fairly established: http://www.witchvox.com/vn/vn_detail/dt_gr.html?a=usla&id=38550.  And then there’s this group, that I really just can’t take seriously.  They’ll probably bring me up on charges to the vampire magistrate or some other such nonsense:  http://www.witchvox.com/vn/vn_detail/dt_gr.html?a=usla&id=39712.  If you’re Pagan and in the Monroe/West Monroe, LA, I invite you to check out the first two groups, especially the new meet-up.  Meet-ups are great places to go and feel things out.

These are photos from a local Christian book store:

So, what to do about Phil Robertson?  Stay tuned for why I really like Phil Robertson and my final solution to the Duck Dynasty problem.

These folks have a final solution for you:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

Quadrivium Supplies:  http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/  

Hyperdreams Interactive Storieshttp://www.hyperdreams.com/

Orgasm of Opportunity

There are several cool things that we will be adding to the Barbed Pentacle this year, plus a really sexy contest.  The first thing that we will be adding is a blog roll.  We’ve seen them on other sites, and those blog rolls are horribly flawed.  First of all, they always look like somebody just vomited up a long list of blog names on the side of a blog.  Second of all, they never tell you what the blog is about.  You just have to judge on the name.  Let’s face it, a lot of really interesting blogs do not have interesting names–or, even worse, their names are really misleading.

To combat this, our blog roll will actually be useful.  It will appear as a separate page in the top bar, it will include a blurb about the blog and a logo or icon.   So, if you’d like your blog to appear in the blog roll, please use the form below to tell use the name of the blog, the URL (web address), and a sentence or two about the blog.  Or, if you’d prefer, you can email all of that plus a logo (optional) to chirp_sparrow@yahoo.com

PS.  The blog does not have to be about sex nor Paganism.  Any blog is welcome!

The next wave of the orgasm of opportunity is a directory of festivals for 2014.  Festival time is upon, and nobody wants to be stuck at home.

To be included, please use the form below or email me at chirp_sparrow@yahoo.com the following information: Name of festival, group sponsoring/promoting the festival, location, date(s), ages welcome, logo (optional), website for more information, and a sentence or two describing the festival.  While we like Pagan and sexy festivals best, any festival will be included.

And now for the super sexy contest!  Many festivals have um, certain areas set aside for adults to engage in fun and private activities.  If your festival has a sex shack, we want to know all about it!!!!  Send us photos of the area (but not participants) and a description.  All entries are due by October 20, 2014.  Mistress Marmot will judge the entries for:             1) sexiness 2) versatility 3) cool factor 4) ease of use 5) decorations 6) sexual protection.  The winner will be announced on October 31, 2014.  First place winners will win a year’s worth of advertising on The Barbed Pentacle for your festival and group and possibly swag for your group or festival staff.  Second place winners will win 6 months’ worth of advertising, and third place winners will win 3 months’ worth of advertising.  All entries should be emailed to chirp_sparrow@yahoo.com no later than 11:59 PM Eastern Standard Time on October 20, 2014.  Good luck!

These folks are just creamed their pants:

Mystic Artisanshttps://www.facebook.com/mysticartisans

Quadrivium Supplies: http://www.quadrivium-supplies.com/

Passion And Soulhttp://passionandsoul.com/

Tonia Brown:  www.thebackseatwriter.com

No Hide Floggers: http://jinglepets-nohide.blogspot.com/

Hyperdreams Interactive Sex Stories:  http://www.hyperdreams.com/