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I recently re-discovered Witchvox.com. I’d forgotten why I liked that site so much. The people on there are just so amazing. Today I was reading an essay (http://www.witchvox.com/gay/ellen.html), and it said this: How many times have we, as Witches, Wiccans and Pagans, not taken part in conversations about religious beliefs lest we be asked about ours? How many times have we tucked away our altars when Grandma was due to pay us a visit? How many times have we wanted to attend some pagan event in our area, yet held back because someone from the neighborhood or workplace may see us there? And how many times have we had a truly uplifting experience with the Gods and Goddesses and felt unable to share this with the very people that we are closest to? And I thought. Wow. There was a time when I was like that. and it seems to strange to me now. That I hid that part of my life for so long, from everyone. I’m just so glad I’m not any more. I’m proud to come out and tell people what I believe now. If a person doesn’t like it, then they can fuck right off really. Cause I’m not gonna pretend that I’m some good little Christian girl or something. Not ever. And there are some people, like a certain girl who was one of my best friends, who won’t accept that. Fine, then I don’t want them as a friend. I don’t need anyone around me I that means I have to pretend and lie. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "Not the Dread Stilton of Doom! You know what happened last time!" "What did happen last time?" "I don't know. I was hiding, but I heard the noises." Bagenders ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** My Fantasy Novel- ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |