I wrote a blog post for the lovely folk at Stirred Poetry. It’s about witches, women, and why the patriarchy likes to make us into monsters when it tells stories
I’ve got a bit of a ‘thing’ about witches. To make that sound less weird – I suppose you could say I’ve got a ‘thing’ for the occult in general, and a special interest in women and the supernatural. Now – I could talk at length about my childhood obsessions with Buffy and Sabrina, or the fact that I once spent a whole week drawing life-size faces of vampires and decorating my bedroom wall with them. But, while this might offer fascinating insights into my psyche, if you dig just a little deeper, the subject of evil, magic and women gets a lot more interesting.
We all know who started it, don’t we? Eve. Fucking Eve, getting hot under the definitely-only-proverbial collar over a piece of fruit (FFS). She gets poor, blameless, totally-innocent-honest-Guvnor-apple-eating Adam chucked out of the Garden of Eden and lands the rest of us with…
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