A Little Bit Fact & A Little Bit Fiction

Although I know that sharing the intimate details of my life here is going to raise a few eyebrows, I'm hoping that most people who venture past the "adult content" warning will enjoy the experience.  That's why I write.  Having said that, I know that some people will have issues, and feel the need to "enlighten" me as to just how "evil" my life is.

Rather than respond to correspondence that probably shouldn't have been sent in the first place, I will just add a FAQ (or should that be FRA -- Frequently Repeated Answers?) instead.

• Yes, I am a Witch.  No, I do not have green skin, nor warts, nor do I have a jar labelled "eye of newt."  (Well, okay, I do -- but it's a Samhain decoration.)  Please also understand that I do not serve Satan.  I do not even believe in Satan.  Satan is a Christian religious figure, and I'm not Christian, so I'm unlikely to serve him.  Unless he shows up at my store and asks for tea.  Then I'll serve him -- tea.

• Please do not ask me to "teach" you how to become a Witch.  I was born this way, so I didn't become one.  I just am who I am.  That doesn't mean you can't become one -- but that's not what this blog is about.  Google is your friend and there are lots of sites out there that can give you the information you seek.  In the same vein, I'm not looking for a coven -- I prefer to practice alone or with one particular friend -- but thanks for asking.

• I am an empath, which means that I'm strongly in tune with the feelings of people around me.  If it's someone particularly important to me, then distance isn't much of an issue.  I can usually tell who it is because each person has a "signature" -- it's like I can feel colour, and each person has his own colour.  Rick, for example, is like an electric blue, and Sebastian is a burnt orange.  You can try to imagine how incredibly powerful the "ricochet of feelings" during sex is!

• Don't bother calling me a slut, whore, or whatever else you and your moral outrage feel like hurling in this direction.  It would be no more correct for me to call you an uptight, repressed prude.  You and I simply don't have the same belief systems.  Among other things, I believe that sex is a human experience to be enjoyed responsibly and in moderation -- kind of like ice cream.  And you wouldn't want to just have the same flavour of ice cream every day for the rest of your life, would you? (Although if the "serving platter" were different every day, then that might be different.)

Anyhow, I may add to this as time goes on.  In the meantime, enjoy my adventures!