Weird metaphysical and ethnic shit
I'm of irish and polish blood and was destined to be a Shaman or Druid or Spirit caller, but got raised on Buddha and Native American lore.
And then a medicine man, chief, WW2 veteran and 8'th degree black belt decided to appropriate my family to get away from His, and my mom's his Servant now.
Not in any Legal sense, mind. My mom's one of the Sidhe and plural like me, so she's got one of those Fae Life Debts going on.
So all the local fae and cryptids treat me like I'm this weird supernatural creature, a white shaman. They're used to white folks being blind, deaf and dumb.
And don't get me wrong, get plenty of the Celtic spirits contacting me too, it's just upsetting when a Tote Bag full of Native American Goodies gets forwarded to you because your Mom won't accept paying.
i wish people would stop excusing bigotry as a ‘slip of the tongue.’ a slip of the tongue is me saying fuck around my sisters’ young children because that’s a word that’s in my every day vocabulary. it wouldn’t just slip off your tongue if you weren’t already comfortable saying it in places you knew you wouldn’t get backlash for it.
A friend of mine who teaches elementary school, taught her class, “don’t yuck my yum”
It was like a class mantra, all the kids knew and understood the phrase. So, if a kid brought a bean burrito for lunch, and another kid said “gross! I hate beans” burrito-kid could just say “don’t yuck my yum”
It became the perfect phrase when one student liked something another student hated it. Quickly, it moved from the tangible (food, smells, textures) to the intangible (music, religion, quality)
By the end of the year “don’t tuck my yum” was woven into the culture of the class. They actually used the phrase LESS by then, because yuckers would check themselves before tearing anyone down.
And that class of second graders moved to third, secure in the knowledge that it’s ok to love the things you love, even if other people don’t.
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Southern Mass's local machine healer and part time witchdoctor.
Tiny motorcycles, magic potions, machine tools, progressive rock, trance states, and hand sharpened drill bits. Oh, and I read Tarot. Probably 18+ just to be sure.
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