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.
Dress Left
“Which way do you dress, sir?”
Ah, the wonderful world of euphemism. I'm being fitted for a new suit. What the tailor is asking me is which way I hang.
It's not a question that strangers usually ask. It's not a topic that I generally discuss in public. But, of course, it makes a difference in how the trousers are cut.
I try not to smile.
“To the left,” I tell him solemnly.
For better or for worse, I've always hung left.
Deep Pagan
If you're wondering, Just what does this have to do with Pagan Culture?
...welcome to Deep Pagan.
No pentagrams, no slogans—that's all surface, anyway—
just wide-armed embrace
of a life and a world
pagan
all
the
way
down.
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