How I met Dionysos.Read More Satyr Sex Sects
(Poem)Read More Fire in Winter
Apparently, I’m going to New Grange for Midwinter Solstice.Read More Do Not Look There, Unless You’d Leave
On Ferguson, gods, and the selfishness of “personal evolution.”Read More Gods Mean Something. You Can Too.
The three pieces I’ve written this week (well, one was re-written) all have a common theme…the dead. This month’s column for The Wild Hunt is probably the most exhausting thing I’ve ever written So here I am, a gay Pagan living on stolen land. I didn’t steal it, but that doesn’t change the fact that […]Read More The Dead Are Always With Us