Male Witch living in the Australian Capital Territory, practicing my own brand of Kitchen Witchcraft in the suburbs.
My house is permeated with the palate-wetting smell of roasting chicken flesh.
The boyfriend fucked me in the beanbag chair that I hate, doggy style, which was really awesome.
My Wolfsbane plant seems to be having a resurgence, throwing up gorgeous jade green leaves.
It is, however, also recruiting poisonous allies in the form of Red Back Spiders. This is terrifying, but also sort of amazing.
I’m planning to give away a tonne of the ‘occult’ books that I have accumulated over the years, because they are unused and unloved and frankly deserve better than I can give them.
Except for the nasty little treasures that I love - those are staying.