Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Broomstick Ghetto
“Bast, you need to get out more and read some history that doesn't have witches in it.”
I live in the Broomstick Ghetto.
Now, some may think: Posch, you need to get out more. You're living in a fantasy.
Well, I disagree.
Denunciations of “retribalization” routinely miss a salient point.
People want a tribe. People need a tribe. People are looking for a tribe of their own to be part of.
And some of us are lucky enough already to have one.
I don't live in a fantasy. We can't get there if we don't dream it first.
Broomstick Ghetto? Damn straight.
I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather live.
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Wednesday, 10 May 2017
Local historians generally date the start of Paganistan from Beltane 1976, when Minnesota Church of the Wicca held their first May Lottery to choose a May Queen and Green Man. It's the oldest tradition in the local community here, and continues to this day.
BtW, there's a place for sale down the street.... -
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Amen. (Omen?) I've always been jealous of what you all had up there since, oh, I dunno, 1980?