To Hunt the Cunt and Other Country Matters, Part 5: Furry Slippers and Fox Tails

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I’ve noticed that a lot of Pagans like to wear fur.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Pagan in a fur coat, but I’ve seen hundreds of Pagans wear fur-trimmed items, fur animal tails, fur-lined items, and fully fur accessories.  There are Pagans that exist that are vegetarian or vegans (I’ve met them, so I know they’re real), but they seem to be few and far between.  When you start talking to the fur wearing Pagans about where their fur came from, only a small percentage (like two in my case) have said that they trapped the animal or they knew the person who trapped the animal.  So, that leads me to believe that a majority of the fur that I’ve seen on Pagans either comes from nameless trappers or fur farms.  When your fur comes from those places, you usually have no idea how the animal was treated before it died.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals–aka PETA–doesn’t like you to wear fur.  They don’t like you to wear wool, eat meat, own pets, visit zoos, animal parks, or the circus, or do just about anything except wear plant-based clothes, eat plant-based foods, and avoid breathing.  I don’t like PETA.  I think they’re stupid idiots and ecoterrorists that have no concept of the natural order of things.  I also have no respect for the celebrities that join PETA and act as spokes people.  I think that celebrities often use PETA as an excuse to pose in socially acceptable pornographic photos.  This is PETA’s official stance on the nudity:

There are many people out there that feel the same way I do about PETA.  I don’t know that everything on the following website can be verified, but if even a quarter of it is true, PETA’s not who they want everyone to think they are:

Why do Pagans wear fur (especially tails)?  My automatic response is, “Who the hell knows.”  However, it’s really more complicated than that.  Some Pagans wear it because “it’s cool.”  Many Pagans do it as a way to reconnect with their ancestral past (whether real or imaginary), and this reasoning often seeps over into shamanistic practices dealing with animal spirits, path walking, and shape shifting.  There’s nothing wrong with wearing animal skins and feeling a certain sense of “connectedness” with the animal, but if the animal starts talking to you (and you’re not taking a hallucinogen or in a deep meditative state), then you should seek psychiatric help.

Lupa has some thoughts on wearing animal skins.  I agree with a little of it, but…..well, you can read it for yourself:

From time to time, I do wear fur.  Sometimes it’s as a Pagan, but sometimes it’s just because I like the way fur feels.  It’s sexy to me.  I like the way it feels against my skin, and I’m particularly proud if it’s an animal I had a hand in killing or I know who did.  My favorite fur is rabbit fur.  It’s like stroking a cloud.

If you wear fur and are a Pagan, consider the these things: 1) Is it more in keeping with the Rede or other ethical teachings to wear farm fur, trapped fur, or vintage fur?  2) If you wear fur, is the karmic price more or less if you do the hunting/trapping yourself or if you buy it from someone else?

The furry movement is a  somewhat related area of interest.  I don’t know a lot about furries, and as far as I know, I don’t know any furries.  I had one furry contact me, but after she emailed me, she declined any interview questions.

I’m curious to know how Furry Pagans blend the two together.  If you’re a furry and a Pagan, and you don’t mind being interviewed, please email me at  I can see a lot of possibilities for blending a desire to be in a furry costume with a ritual about totem animals.

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The Wonders of Magical Oils: a 3 am infomercial Barbed Pentacle Style


Have you ever needed an extra “boost” for your magical spells?  Just a little something extra to get the job done?  Often times, people turn to magical oils for that extra bit of energy.  While it’s perfectly acceptable, and often times a lot of fun to magical oils on your own, the time and cost of ingredients is often prohibitive. Some people may frown on buying magical tools and oils, but buying a magical oil is often more cost effective and definitely less time consuming than making your own.  And let’s face it: time is money.  In today’s world, money is something that is in horribly short supply.  Quadrivium Supplies has the thrifty answers to all your magical needs.  Stay tuned as the wonders of magical oils are revealed!

Thank you for joining me, Sparrow Brown, today as we discover the wonders of magical oils.  Magical oils have been used by practitioners for thousands of years to give their spells that extra push.  Today I have with me the very talented Catherine, of Quadrivium Supplies, to reveal the wonders and mysteries of this often overlooked occult tool.  Thank you for being here today, Catherine!

Thanks for having me.



 So Catherine, what is the difference between ritual oils, spell oils, and oils you can wear?

In ritual oils and spell oils, it’s mostly vocabulary – some people call
them one thing, some people call them another.  In my experience, they’re
both magically charged oils used for a magical purpose, so they’re the same
thing.  Oils you can wear are blended for scent, not magical purpose, and
(hopefully) checked for skin interaction.  Spell/ritual oils are usually NOT
checked for skin-safety, which means that they may include irritants like
essential oil of red pepper, cinnamon, oregano, rose, or other caustic oils.
Due to the fact that spell/ritual oils are made from tables of
correspondences that attribute metaphysical properties to each plant, they
are (or should be) 100% natural, with no synthetic ingredients.  Scent oils
are often made from synthetics, because true essential oils often just
aren’t safe for the skin.

 How long have you been making oils at Quadrivium Supplies?

I’ve been making oils for about five years.  I started making them

commercially when a friend who owns an occult bookstore said that they were
having a really hard time finding all-natural magical oils.  I ended up
involving a renaissance astrologer to add an extra dimension to the oils,
mixed up some test batches, made a lot of really terrible-smelling things,
and then in February of 2012, started selling my oils commercially.  I
incorporated under the name Quadrivium Supplies because there’s always the chance I might want to do something more than oils someday.

How long does it take to make a typical batch of oil, from start to

I’m not going to go into my Electional oils, because that will involve
telling you about consulting with an astrologer and him drawing up charts
and telling me the strength of various elections, because Electional oils
don’t make up the bulk of my inventory.
For all oils, obviously, I first decide what kind of oil I want to make -
what I want it to do.  The first thing I consult is my personal table of
correspondence, which indicates the magical properties of certain plants or
scents.  Different traditions have different tables of correspondence, and I
use a mixture of Pagan, hermetic, and hoodoo correspondences that I’ve found work best for me over the years.  Then  I decide what is going to go into a blend.  Normally, there’s one or two major oils, and up to four lesser oils, but it really depends.  If a particular scent isn’t going to work in an oil,
I can still get the magical attribute into the oil by including a solid
piece of plant.
For a normal oil, I make six to eight different blends of different oils in
different proportions, and write down the recipes.  I let those oils sit and
mellow for a while, sniffing them occasionally, and then I toss the ones
that don’t blend well together.  That usually gives me about three oils to
try, and I give them to testers, people from various magical traditions here
in Chicago and around the country who’ve agreed to test my oils.  I get
feedback pretty quickly from them, and may end up changing the recipe based on the feedback, and sending it out for another round of tests.  When I’ve got one recipe that gets fairly consistent good results, that’s what I stick
MAKING the oil – as in, mixing the essentials, putting in the solid matter,
and topping it off with almond oil, takes about five minutes.  Developing an
oil can take me up to three months.

In a minute, Catherine will explain to us what inspires her to come up with all these wonderful spell oils.  But first, let’s learn how you can get your very own spell oils from Quadrivium Supplies.

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Welcome back.  Catherine, what are your sources of inspiration for your oils?


I’ve been influenced by all the different magical traditions I’ve studied -hermetic and Pagan, for the most part, with a fair amount of grimoire work and ceremonial magick as well.  I’ve never formally studied Hoodoo, but I’ve read a lot about it and have a huge amount of respect for the practitioners.I get inspired by what people need.  For example, I had a friend who was relocating to a new city and had to find a house in a weekend.  They were flying in, looking at houses, and flying out the next day.  This was a huge amount of pressure on her, and I put together a Housing Oil that involved a variety of other herbs and scents with a few drops of Red Fast Luck.  They put in a bid on the first house they saw, which was perfect for them, and it was accepted.  That’s what inspires me – helping someone who’s looking for an extra edge to whatever they’re doing, if it’s looking for a date, a job, a house, or anything else.

What is the “proper way” to dress a spell candle with oil?


Some traditions maintain that if you’re performing a working to draw something to you – love, money, a job, etc. – then you want to hold the candle with the tip pointed towards you and the base pointed away and anoint it from base to tip, “drawing” the oil towards you.  If you’re working to get rid of something, you do the opposite.  You hold the candle with the base pointed towards you and the tip pointed away, and anoint from base to tip, “pushing” the oil away.  Another tradition says that you start in the middle of the candle and go to both ends at the same time.  Personally?  I tend to anoint candles in the “drawing to” and “pushing away” fashion.


Where do the ingredients for your oils come from?


I use a small wholesale essential oil supplier whose work I trust, herbs and
resins from a number of suppliers (Draconis Arcanum - - is a store that I have a good relationship
with, and they always carry very high-quality merchandise), and herbs from a friend of mine who grows them for me on her organic farm in Ohio.  I’m lucky in that I live in a major metropolitan area, and even luckier that one side of my neighborhood is Hispanic and the other side is Polish, so there’s a wealth of natural health stores that stock bulk herbs.  I’ve had to learn
the names for a lot of herbs in both Spanish and Polish.  The plus side of
buying them locally is that I can check the quality before I buy, which is
why I’ll only buy from vendors I really trust online.

What should people do if they have questions about your products or magical oils?


I welcome any and all questions about magical oils and how to use them.  I teach classes on the topic and hey, *I* find it fascinating.  As long as my time permits, I’ll happily email people advice, even if they’re not customers.


Catherine, thank you for joining us today.  And thank you all for joining us as we discovered the wonders of magical oils. Make them an integral part of your magical practice, and you’ll see an increase in your spells’ productivity that will amaze you. 


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To Hunt the Cunt and Other Country Matters, Part 4: Don’t tan me like that!

Mood music as you read: Dark as a Dungeon (really click this to look inside)

Trapping is a sensitive, divisive subject.  Most people either recoil when you talk about animal trapping (especially using traps that are not live traps), or people will vehemently defend their right to trap.  And to be honest, personally, I’m torn.  I am intimate with trapping, but I numb myself to the necessary grim reality of the practice to be able to continue my intimacy.

Most of the animals that are fur bearers in the United States are not eaten; they’re only harvested for their fur.  That’s not to say that some trappers don’t also eat the animal, but it’s not the norm.  Animals who are caught in traps are sometimes shot, but they are usually killed with a blow to the head  with a blunt object–like a baseball bat or an ax handle.  With skunks, the animal must first be hit in the middle of its back so that the spine is broken and it cannot spray the trapper before it’s finally killed.

Some traps are laid with bait, but some traps are simple hidden in high traffic areas (like on the way to a watering hole).  Because of this and the fact that the trapper has little control over which animal actually becomes trapped, trapping carries its own unique Karmic price.  If the trapper traps something, like a raccoon, that is edible and he or she decides to eat it, then karmically speaking, things aren’t so heavy because all the parts are being used.  If a trapper doesn’t use the meat, obviously there’s instant karmic ripples due to the waste.  There’s also the Karma of laying a trap that the animal has little choice about stepping into.  If the trap is in plain view, whether it’s baited or not, there’s still some choice in the matter.  If the trap is hidden under water or leaf litter (as is very common and is why most traps appear rusty) and it’s on a path that the animal would naturally follow, there’s no choice at all.  Also, one must consider the need of a warm pelt versus the want of a warm pelt.

So where does that leave us as Pagans.  Having a blanket statement of “trapping is wrong and should be made illegal” is not the answer.  Obviously, trapping goes against the Wiccan Rede, but not all Pagans follow the Rede, and it is rarely interpreted the same way twice.  Think about all the Pagans that like to have an Arctic fox tail tied to their asses at festivals and events.  Most of those tails came from animals on fur farms.  Are fur farms really any better than trapping?  Is it better to wear the tail of an animal from a fur farm as opposed to one given to you by a trapper?  Something to ponder for a future entry.

Prolific zombie, steampunk, weird West, and Pagan author, Tonia Brown, has taken on the issue of trapping in her novel Skin Trade, which was published earlier this year.  Skin Trade is set in the second half of the nineteenth century, after the Great Undead Uprising of 1870.  Once again our government has fucked up.  In an attempt to control Native American populations (a la small pox blankets), a virus has been introduced that has wiped out most of the Native American population and a good portion of the settlers in the West.  The Badlands are now zombie central, and the government and army have now allowed trappers into the area. Sounds a lot like how DNR is handling the coyote outbreak.

So what do you do with a trapped zombie?  You dispatch it, of course, and tan its hide.  Just like the Nazis and ancient grimoire makers, Americans now see zombie skin as a fine luxury item.

Some may read this story simply as a good weird West or zombie story.  Others may read this as a story about a troubled girl coming into womanhood in uncertain times and draw all kinds of parallels between today’s young ladies and Samantha Martin.  I, however, see this as a story about a little whore being faced with yet another unpleasant side of humanity, and having to deal with the fact that she wishes she had a penis a majority of the time.  Freud, you have it all wrong.  Penis envy occurs when you need to aim urine into a trap, and you’re tired of always having to spread your legs.

If you’re even vaguely interested in trapping and the humanity behind it, then join Tonia Brown’s ragtag team of little whores, ex-slaves, milk sops, and sadistic tyrants on a fast paced romp through the Badlands in Skin Trade.  (Oh, and there’s a goat in there too!)

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Tonia Time!

Listen now!!!!!  (but not at work or around minors)

Tonia Brown, one of the sexiest voices on the airwaves today, had her new radio show premier on Saturday night!  Unfortunately, I was away on my own personal Barbed Pentacle retreat where only handcuffs and pillow cases were allowed, so I was not able to let you all know about the glorious event.  But I’m telling you now.


The beauty of Internet radio is that you can listen to archived episodes any time you want.  Tonia Time will air weekly on Saturday evenings at 9pm at!home/mainPage.   The show will have a variety of guests covering a variety of topics and off topics.

So, who was the guest that got to pop the show’s cherry?  me

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Hard At Work

I’ve been hard at work on some really interesting, titillating, gritty blogs.  However, I need your help!  I am looking to interview the following people:

  • Hunters
  • Fur Fetishists (either it turns you on or you wear a fox tail hanging off your ass at Pagan festivals)
  • Brewers
  • Wine Makers
  • Mead Makers
  • Moonshiners (or more legally, distillers)
  • Renegade gardeners
  • Squatters
  • Folks who have their Red Wings (and not the boots)
If you are one of these people, and you’d like to be interviewed for an upcoming blog, please email me at  Remember, you can use an alias or be anonymous.
I’ve got some great future entries in the works.  Coming Tuesday will be the Ostara Egg blog.  After that there will be a review of Tonia Brown’s new summer read, “Bad Ass Zombie Road Trip“, as well as a review of the DYI sex toy site.  I’ll be finishing up my series on food soon and moving on to a series about Aqua Vitae.  I’m also working on an entry about hair and playing with clamps and clips.  Look for all that soon.
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Blessed Be Thy Feet, Part 3, Section B–2: My Ironic Flight

If you have not read “Blessed Be Thy Feet, Part 3, Section B” please do so now:

Head scarf I wore, English version of the Qur’an, and prayer beads

As many of you know who read this blog on a regular basis, during the course of my research on feet in religion, I was invited to attend Friday prayers at the Islamic Center of Charlotte.  I cashed in that invitation on Friday.  I thought I had been invited to the evening prayer, but Friday morning at 7:20 on the dot, I was informed that it was noon prayers that I was to come to.  So, being a good journalist, I arrived early to look around a bit.  Because I arrived early, my escort was not ready, and I entered the building through the front door when I should have gone in the side entrance.  That was the first faux pas of my little adventure.  I was also informed at 7:20 to wear loose pants and to bring a scarf.  Thankfully my intuition told me to wear long sleeves, but I should have hunted up a tunic and the fanciest, biggest scarf I could find.  Once the ladies started to arrive, I felt very under-dressed, both in terms of coverage and glitz.

The center looks like any other place of worship built with in the last twenty years, except that it has a small minaret attached instead of a steeple, and it is enclosed by a privacy fence with barbed wire on top and a security gate.  Cameras constantly watch you, inside the building and out, and shoplifting mirrors are mounted in the ceiling corners of the hall ways.  I’m not sure if that’s for security or to insure separation of the sexes.

Since I had arrived early, Hadji Muhammad, the secretary (maybe?) who had invited me, instructed me to sit on a chair in the hallway in a segregated part of the building.  He handed me a bottle of water and said, “Now you put on your scarf” and disappeared back to his office.  The scarf that I put on turned out to be really plain compared to what the other ladies wore, but I had chosen it because sometimes I wear it as lingerie and it gave me a thrill to wear such a sexually charged item in a such a sexually austere place.  When the ladies started to arrive, I realized that I should have pinned my hair up.  NOBODY in my section of the center had any hair showing.

While I was waiting and waiting and waiting, I pieced together that not only should I have come in the side door that lead directly to the place where I was now but that I was in the woman’s section of the building.  Both the front door and the side door had tall racks for folks to put their shoes on.  In my section, there was a door that lead to a kitchen, a bathroom, a prayer room door, and a door that said “Store”.  Women with babies were instructed by different signs in Arabic and English to use the prayer space in the store.  The store, as it turns out, is a little room with no prayer space that sells female Islamic prayer clothes–but no burquas.
I decided to go into the bathroom, and snapped this photo:

This is where the women wash their feet before entering the prayer room.

Finally a woman walked in, the first one that I had seen since I had arrived and introduced herself as Fifi.  I thought she was to be the escort that Hadji  Muhammad promised me at 7:20 AM, but it turned out that she wasn’t.  She told me to take off my shoes and to come into the prayer room.
“Why do we take off our shoes?” I asked.
“Because we worship on the carpet.” Fifi replied.
“Do I need to wash up first?”  I asked.
“That’s for only if you pray,” she responded.
“But, I’d like to pray, if that’s OK.”
“No. No, today you sit and watch and learn.”

I was ushered into the prayer room and instructed to sit in one of the chairs that lined the wall.  Another lady sat next to me, very close.  Then an older lady came in and sat down up close to me on the other side.  Islam, I learned, is a touchy-feeley religion.  I introduced myself to both women, and they smiled.  They talked some to each other over me in Arabic.  Everybody spoke Arabic but me.  Then they started to read their Qur’ans that were in fancy Arabic calligraphy with flowers and vines bordering the pages.  They, and all the other ladies, would mumble the scriptures just under their breaths.  Nobody explained it, but I gathered it was important that the scripture be said and not read in your head.

The ladies’ prayer room is a large plain carpeted room with chairs along the walls, a book shelf full of Qur’ans  and other religious texts, and lines taped to the floor.  These were prayer lines.  When you prayed, you had to stand on the line or you were doing it wrong, just like in gym class.  In the corner diagonal from the door is a flat screen TV mounted to the wall and a line of chairs in front of it.  The TV shows closed circuit coverage of the “pulpit” and the back of the heads of the men in the next room over.  The chairs are for the old ladies who no longer can sit on the floor.

When the women would come into the room, they would make the rounds shaking hands and saying “As-Salāmu `Alaykumor “Peace unto you.”  The younger women had painted finger nails, but the old ladies had hennaed finger and toe nails. One of the ladies who was reading her Qur’an noticed that I seem to be left out of things, so she thrust into my hands Woman in Islam the Myth and the Reality by Dr. Sherif Al-Sheha.  I looked through the book looking for pictures, like maybe of a dreamy Omar Sharif type guy, but instead I came upon two passages that informed me that if my husband invites me to bed for his pleasure and I deny him, that all the angels in Heaven will curse my name until the next morning, and another passage that instructed me that I was not to teach my daughters how to dance for the purposes of corruption.

Betty Page dancing for corruption

As the prayer room started to fill up and ladies and small children were silently praying and reading, Hadji Muhammad made another appearance.  There was lots of talk in Arabic and pointing and gesturing.
“You come now,” he told me, and I was pawned off on a lady whom he told me was in charge of all the women’s activities at the Center.  After arguing with Hadji for several minutes about some misinformation spread on Facebook about youth programs, she ushered me into the store and told me to sit down.  No item, according to the price list on the wall, was more than $20, which was hard to believe considering how heavily embroidered and spangled most of the clothes were.  I suspect that list was not comprehensive.  The head  lady was very nice but soon became busy playing shopkeeper.  Hadji popped up again and handed me an English Qur’an with a promise to reappear with the “Message” written out for me in English.  Everybody  really wanted me to stay for the “Message” which the “Sheikh” would give soon.  Instead, Hadji came back with Ahlam and never reappeared.  Ahlam was the escort Hadji had promised.

Ahlam is an older middle-aged real estate broker who likes to wear heels.  She came to prayers with her daughter (who had made her own prayer clothes) and her grandson.  While her daughter went on into the prayer room, we put our shoes back on and went out side, where a few of the women were frying food to sell after prayers.

“Islam is a religion of practicality,” Ahlam explained.  ”Our scriptures tell us how best to do everything in our lives.”  According to Ahlam, Muslims wash before prayers not so much to wash away physical dirt, but to wash away metaphysical dirt and negative energies.  The act is a way to let go of everyday worries,  and it helps the devout to get in the right mindset to communicate with Allah.  It sounded a lot like sympathetic magic and meditation to me.  She then explained that although women were somewhat segregated in Islam, a lot of segregation was a bid for equality.  The sexes, according to her, are segregated during prayers so that people are not distracted by the opposite sex bending and kneeling.  Considering the submissive vulnerability that some of their prayer gestures and positions suggest, I could see her point.

Everybody was called to prayers by a singsong voice blaring from the minaret.  As we walked back inside and removed our shoes, I asked if I needed to wash up.  ”No” was again the response.  Ahlam and I sat on the floor on one of the taped lines beside her daughter and grandson and the main event began.  The older lady who sat beside me earlier once again sat beside me, and Fifi sat on the line in front of me.

The service started with a solo prayer.  The prayers that were said aloud were all recited in a singsong tone, like a person lining out a hymn.  They were also all in Arabic.  Then the Sheikh delivered the “Message”–in Arabic.  From watching him on the closed circuit television, he looked a lot like a minister–reading some scripture and then preaching on it.  Then, with no warning, the Sheikh started speaking English.  I’m not sure if he was repeating what he had said in Arabic in English or if this was just the English half of the “Message”.  In English he preached about how good Muslims need to show the world how nice they are, how they need to be nice, generous, and friendly to new converts, and how they need to extend hospitality to visitors.  Yeah, I know.  I’m not sure if the content of the “Message” was coincidental or if it was said specifically because I was there.

The chanter sang something in Arabic, and Ahlam whispered, “We’re going to pray now.  You can go and sit over there.”
“I’d like to pray too, if it’s OK.” I whispered back.  She smiled and nodded.
The chanter then lead a call and response prayer, which I didn’t know the response to.  I’m not sure what all we prayed for, but I’m pretty sure Libya was in there.  I distinctly heard “Libya” a couple of times.  Then everybody said something that sounded like a hum or a buzz.

After the call and response prayer, it was time for the active prayer.  As the chanter sang different things, we would stand up, kneel, hold our hands palm up, touch our heads to the floor and then repeat and repeat.  Sometimes we hummed again, almost like an “Om,” and sometimes we said “Allahu Akbar,” which means “God is Great.”  Prayers were nice and somewhat fulfilling.  At various times I felt like I was presenting myself to a Dom for inspection or a like a cat in heat waiting to be mounted, but given my relationship with Deity, I don’t think those feelings were inappropriate.

After the active prayers, everybody shook hands with each other and said “As-Salāmu `Alaykum”.  As things wound down, announcements for the Center were read and the ladies did individual silent prayers.  I wanted to ask Ahlam about the meaning of the prayer gestures, but she handed me her card and rushed off.  Perhaps I’ll email her.

Despite being constantly told where to sit, everybody was very nice and polite.  Everybody was even nicer after the “Message.”  The older lady who was always sitting next to me even gave me her prayer beads.  ”I have another pair at home just like these,” she kept insisting.  

Leaving the Center was a nightmare.  The traffic was like the parking lot of a stadium after a concert.  I finally got out of the security gate and had a nice lunch of spicy pork and fried rice with Mistress Marmot.  

I never saw any women wash their feet, and I never got to wash my feet.

Wonder if he’d wash my feet?

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Candlemas: Light my ass up baby and eat whipped cream from my pussy!

Happy Imbolc!

In some traditions, this is the fire festival that celebrates the goddess Brigid, the lambing season, milk, light, the first stirrings of Spring’s return, and the Ascent of the Goddess.  
“I fell you like a child…..”

Brigid is a fire, hearth, and forge goddess from Ireland.  She is also in charge of a variety of other things, from agriculture to crafts and songs/poetry.  She inspires people to be creative.  Imbolc is the perfect time to integrate fire play and dairy into your spiritual and sexual practice.

A very simple way to do this is to integrate wax play into your practice. When the Catholics Christianized Imbolc, they named it Candlemas.  All the candles in a person’s home would be taken to church to be blessed for the year.  Before dripping wax onto your partner, bless and consecrate it with some oil or salt water.

 The type of candle used for wax play is important.  Most people use white paraffin candles because they have a lower melting point.  Colored paraffin candles can be used, but they feel hotter and can occasionally burn. The same is true for scented candles.  While they are nice to smell and use in spells, the oils that make them scented can burn when dripped upon skin.  Never use beeswax or tallow candles.  They burn, burn, burn, and not in a good way!  The heat of the wax can be controlled by the height in which it’s dropped.  The higher up the candle is from flesh, the longer the wax has to cool on the way down.  The closer the wax is to the skin, the less time it has to cool down. 

Candle magic can be incorporated into wax play.  Spells, prayers, and Imbolc wishes can be inscribed onto the candle with the magic being released as the candle burns.  The same things can also be inscribed in the wax that has been dripped onto your partner.  Be very careful that you don’t end up inscribing your partner’s flesh.  I would use a tooth pick instead of a metal stylus.  If you decide to brave colored candles, color magic can also be added to the magical mix. However, white candles can be made to represent any other color, so if in doubt, just stick to white. The more elements used in a spell, the stronger your magic will be.  Repetition of intent is the key to strong spells.

Candle hats, also called St. Lucia wreaths, are a traditional symbol of Bridget’s relation to the rising sun.  Wearing one takes not only faith and courage, but also balance. Candle hats can be easily made from Styrofoam, like an Advent wreath, or it can be made from other materials.  The small candles used for menorahs typically work best.  Large tapers tend to tip over and land in the wearer’s hair.  If the bearer of the wreath is worried about getting wax in their hair, have them wear a shower cap.  As with the wax play, prayers, spells, and wishes can be inscribed on the candles.  The traditional color for the candles is white.
  The wearer can simply stand during the ritual, meditate or pray while wearing it, dance, or for something more elaborate, they can undergo small ordeals, like tickling, figging, clamps, ice, or light spanking.  A Brigid’s Cross would be an excellent object to use for tickling.
Fire play, which is where isopropyl alcohol is swiped onto a person and lit on fire for a short period of time, is another excellent way to celebrate Imbolc, but unlike the previous suggestions, fire play should not be done by inexperienced folks.  It’s dangerous and requires a little bit of training.  That being said, the times that I’ve engaged in fire play, I found it extremely stimulating and fun.  The adrenaline rush will leave you very dreamy. 
Here is a short run down of fire play basics by Iain Turner.  The printable version can be found here. 
“Fire Play basic notes – LDG Fetish Fair – ©Iain Turner 2004-2008spotter. The spotter(s) must be trained and prepared to go towards any problem and fix it, rather than run. I offer a formal class for spotters.Clothes. If you’re in or near a fire scene, don’t wear fuel. All common artificial fibers are fuel – they’re made of petroleum products. They’ll easily ignite or melt into the skin. Do not wear anything with nylon, poly-anything, rubber, latex, PVC, elastic, rayon, etc. Also no fur, feathers, frayed material. Better choices: bare skin, leather, all-cotton, linen, flannel, wool, silk, kevlar, duvetyne.Hair. Hair burns easily. If it gets near fire, it will be gone. Light arm or back hair just burns off. Thicker hair, as at head, beard or crotch, can provide enough fuel to scar the skin. So shave it or cover it. An all-cotton towel or leather hood are good. Hair products are highly flammable; remember Michael Jackson. Likewise, avoid nail polish. No dangling clothes or jewelry. Caution near piercings.Environment
Tips for
● Avoid a gasp that would inhale fire, fuel, smoke, or fire extinguisher products.
● It’s normal to be scared of fire. It’s OK to safeword. It’s important to tell the top if an area has gotten overworked or burned.
● “When your tits are on fire, don’t look down.” If your head is above the flames, look up, not down.
● Don’t run or shake, which add oxygen. If you’re on fire, don’t run from the spotter or top.
● Apply aloe vera for a few days afterwards, even if not burned. This should start during aftercare.
● Your skin is sensitized. Avoid backpacks and harnesses for a day or two, to avoid raising blisters.
● Stay well hydrated (drink water) before and for a few days after the scene.
. Look around for all fuels and damageable items – curtains, carpets, ceiling, cats. Make sure there won’t be people or critters moving who might upset candles or fuel. Fairly dim lighting allows you to see more flame locations. Too dark adds risks, like knocking over fuel or flame. Keep excess fuel at a depot well away from the scene.Bottoms:Spotter’s Job:● You’re covering the top’s back, so the top can focus on the scene. Watch all flame. Watch all fuel, especially any the top’s not watching. Watch the environment, perimeter, and all safety issues.
● Understand the top’s equipment, fuels, locations, and plan before play starts. Know the bottom’s limits. Check how to use extinguisher. There’s no time for questions or doubt during an emergency.
● Keep yourself fuel-free. Have fire suppression tools in your hands, not just nearby. Don’t get distracted; this is a crucial, full-time job.
“When in doubt, put it out.” You can always relight the fire. The difference between a great scene and a bad burn can be one second of excess flame.Spotter tools. My favorite is a very damp (not dripping) all-cotton towel, folded in half or quarters. It smothers a large area of flame quickly, and it cools. Always use both hands. I also have fire extinguishers right by me, if the fire spreads. I also have a water spray/mister.Safety words
spotter is entering the scene now. So “orange leg incoming” tells the top to stop instantly as a spotter comes in to put out the fire (probably on the top’s leg). Play may resume if everything is put in order.
. Spotters or others yell “Orange” to indicate unintended fire. “Incoming” means a Accidents
● Fuel is hard on the eyes/cornea. If it splashes in the eye, hold the eye open and irrigate with saline/water for 15 minutes. See the MSDS. Get immediate medical attention.
. ● If you think there may be skin damage, stop the scene. Apply cold (ice) immediately, for 5+ minutes; residual heat can continue to cook deeper. If you’re considering getting professional attention, don’t add any “burn treatment” goop to the wound, the nurse will just have to dig it out. Fuel: The basic fuel is 70% isopropyl. Other fuels add new issues: 90% isopropyl, ethanol, alcohol gels (Purell), lamp oil, jet fuel, flash cotton, flammable metals, etc. Fuels are poisonous inside the body. Most can explode if vapors accumulate. Fuels can damage clothing, toys and furniture. Fuel Management: A key to safety is controlling all the fuels. Unintended fuels – furniture, dogs, paper, leaves, must be excluded from the area. Intended fuels must be in known places, controlled quantities, and contained. Designate separate areas for fueling, play, extinguishing, and depot. Fuel build up: It’s too easy to accumulate fuel during a scene, on the bottom, top, or furniture. E.g. you apply fuel, burn most of it off, but some remains. After a while, the extra fuel is a big hazard. Sometimes you can see, feel, or smell the fuel. I wipe the area with my hand, then smell the hand. Fuel drip
Different individuals, and different parts of the body have different
: Liquid fuels run, and always to places you don’t want to burn. Especially, don’t let fuel get under the bottom. Use small quantities to avoid drips and runs. tolerances for fire and heat. Genitals
My personal favorites are techniques where I, as top, have the fire on me a lot. This helps me gage the heat, and share the fun. I almost always put out the flames with my bare hand.
Typical burn times are 1 – 3 seconds, but vary greatly by fuel, body part, individual, and technique. Longer burns are possible if the flame moves around the body, never staying on one part.


Basic fire play kit

Here are some fire-related
● Torch: A wand/torch/baton with fueled wick is passed around the body, perhaps rubbed or bounced.
● Hand torch: The same, with top’s hand serving as the torch.
● Wipe and light: Apply a streak of fuel, then light it. Put it out (hand or flogger) as it goes.
● Binaca blast / “flame thrower”: Ignite a brief aerosol blast of fuel.
● Flash cotton. Ignited on/above skin. Tricky and dangerous.
● Exotic metals. Add color and sparkle to the flame. Tricky and dangerous.
● Fire mitt. Lighting a kevlar glove on the top’s hand.
● Fire pin. Branding with a red hot needle piercing. Usually intended to be temporary.
● Fire cupping: Igniting fuel inside a cup, quickly applied to skin. Cooling produces suction.
● Candles: Candle flame is too hot for skin. Dripping warm wax is part of Wax Play.
● Fire spinning: Juggling or spinning fire poi near the bottom.
● Fire flogging: Using a lit kevlar flogger on skin. Very problematic.
● Fire breathing: Using the top’s mouth as a flame thrower. Very problematic.
I teach beginning and advanced hands-on fire, and a spotter training class, including handing lots of live fire, and drills for noticing and putting out bad fire.
: Shorten burn times on thinner, or more sensitive skin, especially pink bits. Folded skin can accumulate fuel (bad). Tight spaces can concentrate heat. Don’t burn up your favorite toys. techniques you may see or learn. Each has special issues not covered here. The first four are most common. Most scenes use only 1-3 of these. edukink @ “There are old pilots, and there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots.” Successful fire players behave cautiously at all times. More at May your Imbolc be warm and creamy!

Cupping Aftermath

Fire play can be used in spells by drawing sigils or words onto your partner with the alcohol.  As the fuel burns the sigil, which could be for banishing, attracting, or any manner of things, will work it’s magic.  Sigils for self-transformation work particularly well with this, since the sigil’s energy is burned into you–like a brand without the scar. onto your partner with the alcohol.  As the fuel burns the sigil, which could be for banishing, attracting, or any manner of things, will work it’s magic.  Sigils for self-transformation work particularly well with this, since the sigil’s energy is burned into you–like a brand without the scar. Cupping can be used on some of the chakras and is good to use in banishing spells.  The technique has been used for thousands of years as a way of drawing impurities out of the body.


Another aspect of Imbolc is milk and lactation. Oimelc, another name for the holiday, means “ewe’s milk”.  Any sort of dairy beverage or dish is appropriate for Imbolc as is beer (Brigid controls brewing).  A magical milk bath or milk enema would be a good way to start off your Imbolc practices.  For both of these practices, focus on spiritual nourishment, since that is what milk is typically associated with.

Whipped cream is another fun Imbolc dairy food.  I think the picture is pretty self explanatory.  Use your imagination and enjoy cakes and ale!

May your Imbolc be warm and creamy!

Evergreens, my dear, for a long Winter’s nap

This is a Yuletide idea that was suggested by a sister-in-arms.  It can be a simple act by itself or incorporated into a Yule ritual.  It can be for a couple or a single person.  It can be as comfortable or as uncomfortable as you please.
Create a bed of evergreeen boughs.  These can be fir, pine, cedar, or for the true S&M experience, holly.  Cones can be left in or taken out as the mood demands.

There’s a Native American legend that says that evergreen trees are evergreen because they were given this ability as a prize for being able to stay awake the longest of any of the trees.  Many people stay awake all Yule night to keep vigil by a fire so that the Sun will return the next day.  Europeans would bring evergreens into their homes during the Winter to remind them of the promise of Spring, and to sympathetically ensure Spring would return.  The greens would also bring prosperity and luck for the coming year.  Hence our modern custom of the Christmas tree and wreaths.
With this in mind, recline on your fragrant bed, enjoy the crackling warmth of the Yule fire, and perhaps the warmth of a little something more intimate too!