An Introduction to the
Book (and the Author)
Hello, beautiful creatures.
At the beginning of a book like this, good manners suggest that I stake out the ground I intend to occupy early on. Not only does this give the reader a sense of where I’m coming from, but it also gives a sense of where I plan to go in the pages to follow. Start as you mean to go on, as the saying goes.
So, let’s begin here: magic is queer. Whether you call it witchcraft, sorcery, or something else, all magic is innately, inherently queer, and the queerer it is, the more powerful it can be. Similarly, polytheism, Paganism, all forms of esoteric spirituality—all of them, queer.
Having read those words, dear reader, you’re likely to be having feelings about some of them. How you’re feeling depends on a lot of factors: who you are and what your background has been; how you define terms like witchcraft, sorcery, magic, or queer; and, perhaps most importantly, whether or not you identify with any of those terms. You may be amused, angry, curious, delighted, disgusted, or irritated. You may object to the connection between magic and queerness, or you may wonder what I mean by one or the other term.
Whatever your reaction, I want to ask you to pause a moment. Sit with that reaction, holding judgment in abeyance, and ask yourself what lies behind it. If you’re responding positively, you may see yourself reflected in my statement, feeling the little surge of excitement that comes with validation. On the other hand, if your reaction is defensive, angry, or conflicted, you may suspect my motives. Perhaps you’re worried that I’m smuggling aberrant sexuality or identity politics into magic, Neopaganism, or polytheism. You might be afraid that what I offer is a threat to your tradition and practice or even, perhaps, to your own identity.
In the words of an aphorism attributed to the mystic poet Victor Anderson, grandmaster of the Feri tradition of witchcraft: “Where there’s fear, there’s power.” There’s power in all words to shape both consciousness and reality, and the more potent the words, like queer and magic, the more they can scare us. For whatever it’s worth this early in the game, I offer you my promise—my word, if you will—that I’ve chosen the words I use with the intent, not to provoke anger or fear, but to invite dialogue and ontemplation.
Regardless of where or how you see yourself, dear reader, I cordially invite you to read on, and enter into a dialogue with these ideas and practices. I ask that you hear me out, learn what I mean when I say that magic is queer, and see where the patterns I draw and conclusions I offer might spark insights and new understandings for you. It’s my hope that you’ll find ideas to deepen your vision of both magic and spirituality, alongside techniques to incorporate into your own practice. It’s possible that you’ll find more of your own experiences of gender, sexuality, and magic reflected here than you expect, alongside the possibility of expanding the boundaries of your own perspectives. However, even if you come away from this book with nothing more than an understanding of how gender and sexuality inform others’ magical practice, I’ll consider the effort worthwhile. I hope you feel the same.
What This Book Is—and Isn’t
Outside the Charmed Circle is an exploration of magic through the lenses of gender and sexuality. It’s intended to give readers the tools to engage more fully with both their magical practice and their authentic gendered and sexual selves. In the pages to come, you’ll find both discussions of theory and practical suggestions, along with personal anecdotes and examples drawn from across the spectrum of magical practice.
This book grew out of my own grappling with issues of gender, sexuality, and spirituality. It’s informed by my own background of magical practice as a witch and sorcerer, as well as by the work of the multitude of magicians, sorcerers, witches, and writers on whose shoulders I’m standing. It’s also been shaped by my work as a student and scholar in the fields of feminism and gender studies, most especially by my interactions with the work of theorists like Gayle Rubin, Audre Lorde, bell hooks, and Judith Butler. However, though I encourage you to check out all of those writers’ works, it’s not necessary to be familiar with any of them in order to read and work with this book.
Oh, did I mention that there’s work in this book? Alongside the text in each chapter, you’ll find practical work intended to deepen your experience and understanding of the concepts covered in that chapter. Some of them are intellectual exercises, some are meditative practices, and some are ritual magical workings. None of them are compulsory, and all of them are adaptable to your own style of practice.
So, that’s what this book is. What it isn’t is a comprehensive introductory text on magic. While I do offer suggestions and advice for folks who are new to magical and devotional practice, the focus of this book is on people who are looking to deepen and broaden their practice, and working to find or create their own spaces within their communities. This book is intended to be a supplement to the practice you already have, rather than a standalone system. (If you don’t already have a magical practice of your own, I offer some ideas about developing one in Chapter 9.) Similarly, this book isn’t a guide to any particular tradition or style of magic. There are magical techniques in here, some of them quite powerful, but none are unique to any particular tradition. Rather, they’re adaptations of techniques drawn from multiple streams of practice, created to fulfill our purposes here.
Another thing this book isn’t and isn’t meant to be, is a metric for validity. Even if I had a reliable metric for validity or legitimacy, I wouldn’t presume to judge whose identities, experiences, traditions, or practices qualify. I have no interest in playing gatekeeper for either the queer community or the esoteric community. Where I provide definitions (as in Chapter 2), they’re intended to be descriptive, rather than prescriptive or proscriptive; they are points of entry for dialogue rather than any pretense of offering the final word on the subject.
How to Use This Book
As with most books, the material in each chapter builds on the ones before it. However, I’ve done my best to make these chapters stand on their own enough that you could conceivably skip over chapters that touch on issues you’d rather not grapple with right now. And make no mistake: some of the material in this book is potentially troubling, triggering, or dangerous. After all, we’re talking about sexuality and gender, two topics fundamental to our very identities and selves, and about magic, the power of creation and transformation. If you’re reading this book, I can only assume you’re interested in all three of these forces and open to engaging with them in potentially transformative ways.
So how should you read it? Well, it’s your book, and it’s your experience. You’re free to start at the beginning and plow straight through or spread it out over several days and bounce around the chapters in any order you like. You can do the practical work as you come to it in the text, or save the exercises until the end, or skip the explanations and only do the exercises … though I don’t really recommend that last one.
I recommend first glancing over the table of contents to get a sense of the general layout of the book, then coming back to read the rest of this introduction. Afterward, read Chapter 2 and do the “Taking Measure of Your Self“ exercise on Taking Measure of Your Self. Consider your responses to that exercise honestly and carefully. In what areas are you feeling confident? Where are you feeling challenged? What delights and comforts you, and what scares or discomforts you? If you’re feeling pretty comfortable all around, go ahead and proceed forward through the book in an orderly fashion, or however you feel moved to read it. If you find, however, that some part of the exercise made you feel uncomfortable, sit with that feeling. Are you in a secure enough emotional place to explore this feeling, or would you be better served by not provoking it at this time? If you’d be better served by not provoking those feelings at this time, please feel free to give those exercises or chapters a pass for the time being. They’ll still be here when you’re ready to engage with them.
But what exactly is this book about? Who is it for? And just who do I think I am to be writing it?
What’s in This Book?
My overarching thesis is that most modern forms of magical and devotional practice have valorized cisgender heterosexuality to the exclusion of all other expressions of gender and sexuality, and in doing so have cut themselves off from both the full spectrum of lived experience and a depth of magical practice. By accepting and embracing the broad range of gender and sexuality as lived realities, we can reclaim not only our lost power, but our own experiences of the numinous as well. Drawing on my own background as a queer magical practitioner and devotee, my intent is to provide both an intellectual framework and a set of practical tools that any reader—straight or queer, cis or trans, witch or magician or devotee —can use to develop and deepen their own practice. As for what that looks like … well, here’s a sneak preview of what you can expect in the chapters ahead.
Words mean things, and the words we use to talk about our experiences shape how we understand those experiences. In Chapter 2, I’ll introduce the core concepts and terminology used in the rest of the book and engage with some of the preconceptions around gender, sexuality, and their relationships with spirituality. I’ll outline and discuss some of the historical and contemporary myths that help us understand our experiences, encouraging us to embrace the ones which serve us and to dispense with those which don’t. I’ll also frame a contemplative practice to help us see people as they truly are, starting with the one person we always have with us: ourselves.
However widely our traditions of magic or spiritual paths may differ, they all share in common the most fundamental magical tool and primary instrument of devotional practice: the body. In Chapter 3, we’ll work and play with various theories and practices of embodiment, and discuss how embodiment can be the single most powerful element of our ritual work. I’ll talk about the obstacles of self-esteem and body negativity, issues of ability and disability, and ways to engage with those issues in a ritual setting. I’ll also demonstrate how a mindful grounding in our own material bodies can be the first step in becoming the inflection point between spirit and matter, with the help of an unlikely ally: the humble orange.
What is gender, and why are so many people made so very uncomfortable with the term? We’ll engage with that oh-so-vexing g-word in Chapter 4. It will cover some approaches to gender traditional and modern as well as explore their ramifications for magical praxis, including the concept of gender as a magical tool. It finishes with an exercise in deconstructing the metaphorical symbolic language we use to discuss our lived experiences.
In Chapter 5, we’ll explore the idea of queerness as a liminality of spirit, identity, and sexuality, including the possibility of magic as a queerness of spirituality. We’ll use the power of the magic mirror as a tool for reclaiming our relationships with our own bodies and identities and liberating ourselves from the external forces and influences that would presume to tell us who and what we truly are.
Sex magic is one of the hottest hot-button topics in the Pagan and magical community, something of a testament to its inherent power. In spite of the subject’s sensitivity, there’s a lot more said about sex magic than is actually done, it seems. In Chapter 6, I encourage readers to explore sex magic as one of the easiest, most wholesome, and most enjoyable forms of magic we can do. We’ll start by defining and demystifying the terms we’re using—sex, magic, and sex magic—and working out what lies underneath them. From there, we’ll outline the fundamentals, benefits, and occasional pitfalls of sex magic. The conclusion of the chapter will be a step-by-step walkthrough of a basic solitary sex magic ritual from the beginning stages of design and desire through the completion of the spell.
As the modern Pagan, polytheist, and occult communities have grown and developed, it’s become apparent that we have an at best ambivalent relationship with consent and power. This is a product of being ensconced in Western culture, which is deeply flawed in this regard. In Chapter 7, we’ll examine the ways in which our issues in modern magical and polytheistic communities are a holdover from older paradigms of negotiating power dynamics, and outline ways we can improve those relationships. We’ll cover traditional venues of interaction and consent in magical and devotional practice and propose methods to adapt them for a world in which everyone has agency and power. We’ll continue this exploration in Chapter 8, which focuses on the complex situations which can arise in our interactions with deities.
We’ll start bringing all of our theory and ritual practice together in Chapter 9. We’ll discuss some ways to modify or create our own devotional rituals and magical practices to more closely reflect our own lived experiences of gender, sexuality, agency, and embodiment. We’ll conclude with an example of a ritual framework for solo or group practice in which aspirants will invoke the aid of a tutelary spirit to embrace their own agency and power.
By now, we’re all on board with the idea that gender, sexuality, and embodiment can be avenues of personal empowerment … but what does that look like in practice? In Chapter 10, we’ll cover some of the ways in which our esoteric communities have engaged with—or, sadly, avoided engaging with—issues of power, both magical and mundane. We’ll look at some of the common pitfalls our communities encounter when grappling with power dynamics, and I’ll suggest some tools for working with those problems when they arise.
Once we’ve questioned and deconstructed normative ideas about gender and sexuality in relation to our spiritual path, where do we go from here? In the concluding chapter, “An Ending and a Beginning: What Lies Beyond the Circle,” I’ll suggest some ways that readers can take the lessons they’ve learned—about themselves, about magic, about spirituality and sexuality and gender—and apply them in the context of their everyday work as magical practitioners, as devotees, and simply as human beings. We’ll look at ways this work can be expanded to make our communities more inclusive, accepting, and nurturing places. Finally, we’ll end as we began: taking an account of ourselves and seeing how we’ve changed and grown as a result of the work we’ve done through the previous chapters.
Who Is This Book For?
The short answer is everyone.
If you’re comfortable in the gender ascribed to you at birth, I wrote this for you.
If you’ve been moved to transition to your truest expression of gender, or to abandon gender altogether, I wrote this for you.
Whether you’re straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, or asexual, whether you’re monogamous or polyamorous or aromantic, or something else besides, I wrote this for you.
Whether you’re an experienced magical practitioner, an absolute beginner, or somewhere in between those two extremes, I wrote this for you.
Whoever you are, dear reader, and however you identify, I wrote this book with you in mind. If you’re a human being, dancing at the inflection point where spirit incarnates as matter, the ideas and issues in this book are key to your very existence, and the practices and suggestions are humbly offered for your consideration and use. Keep what you find helpful, adapt it to your circumstances, and use it with my blessings, discarding anything which doesn’t work for you. Alternately, consider it one voice among many, and revisit it when you want to clarify (or complicate) specific points about gender, sexuality, and the places where they intersect with magic.
What Resources Will You Need?
As I mentioned above, there are several practical exercises in this book, ranging from the purely contemplative (where you basically just sit and Think About Stuff) to the analytical (where you spend some time Processing the Stuff you thought about) to the practical (where you get to actually Do Stuff). There are some resources required for a few of these exercises, but none of them should be outside the means of anyone with this book. Other materials may be called for in specific exercises, but the following list will cover most of what you’ll need for the exercises in this book:
• Somewhere to do things. A space of your own to sit, think, write, and potentially conduct small-scale rituals is essential. While it’s not optimal, you could adapt most of these exercises to be done inconspicuously, though a couple of them are emphatically meant to be done only in a private setting.
• Time to do things. Spiritual and magical workings require time, both to think through and to actually perform. You’ll want to have enough time set aside for the exercise you’re doing that you don’t feel pressured to get through the exercise on a deadline.
• Ritual tools. If you want to ensconce the book’s ritual practices within your own established devotional or magical practice, you’ll want to have any path-specific tools or items handy.
• A safe place to keep your stuff. While you won’t necessarily be accumulating a huge trove of ritual implements and sacred writings over the course of this book, there will be a few things that you probably won’t want to leave lying about for just anyone to look at. Have a place to put your things that you can lock, or which is unlikely to be discovered.
You’ll also want to have a journal and a dedicated writing implement for recording your thoughts and experiences with the exercises which follow, and possibly for taking notes and writing reflections as you read through the text itself. In its simplest and most literal form, this journal would be paper of some sort and a pen or a pencil. You could adapt the practices to other writing media, even to being typed on a computer screen or a mobile device. Whatever medium you choose, make sure it’s something that you can keep and reference over time.
A Quick Note about Journaling
Many of us approach the whole idea of keeping a magical journal with a lot of trepidation, so I’d like to take a few moments to speak to that directly. The practice of recording magical and devotional practices is something more than traditional: it’s one of the ur-practices of spirituality. All grimoires, all religious scriptures, all written records of spiritual practice and experience are attempts at capturing, in words which are all too often insufficient to the task, our explorations and experiences of the numinous.
It’s tempting to believe that recording such experiences requires special materials; perhaps not a handmade book of finest vellum bound in calfskin, but at least the sort of fancy leather-bound journal you might find at your Friendly Local Pagan/Occult Bookstore, or even the less-fancy (but more affordable) blank book you can purchase at any decent chain bookstore. All of these choices are perfectly fine, but if you’re anything at all like me, you’ll soon find yourself with a small library of blank books and journals, all unused. In part, I think it’s because they’re too nice, and the niceness that originally caught your eye becomes an imposing, foreboding barrier to actually using it. Magical journals can get pretty abused—bounced around in bags, spattered with candle wax and essential oils, occasionally sat upon—but more than that, journals get written in. We do the work, and then we sit down and write some of the most intimate thoughts, feelings, and experiences we have in those journals. Simply doing the writing can be an obstacle in itself, to say nothing of the notion of frantically scribbling in a book you’re afraid to damage.
Honestly, my advice is to forgo all of the fancy journals for now, and instead invest in the cheapest spiral-bound notebook you can find at your local drug store, supermarket, or office supply store. Why? Because the best magical journal, bar none, is the one you’ll actually use. You’re less likely to feel intimidated by a notebook with a featureless texture or cute kittens on the front, or to worry about crumpling or sweat-staining the pages of a three-dollar notebook.
As a final observation, I was once privileged to look over a magical journal kept by one of the most diligent, hardcore magical practitioners I’ve ever known. This journal contained both records of magical workings and profound meditations on mystical experiences … and was written in varying shades of ballpoint pen, in a spiral-bound notebook (with wide-ruled paper, no less) whose cover bore a truly epic vintage 1980s airbrushed illustration of unicorns galloping across a moonlit pond.
The point is that it’s not the paper that matters but what you write on it. If you like, you can see this as a metaphorical illustration of the deeper occult truth that external seemings don’t always reflect internal realities, a sentiment sometimes rendered as “never judge a book by its cover.” (And hey, cute kittens and unicorns!)
Who Am I?
That’s a fair question. Hello! I’m Misha. I was born in central California in the early seventies, and spent the eighties in upstate South Carolina, where I first discovered both modern Paganism and my own queerness. I’ve since happily transplanted myself to the Pacific Northwest, where I spend a lot of time cuddling with my sweetie and my kid, doing housework to avoid arguing with people on the internet, and listening to really odd music. (If you’re curious, “really odd” includes progressive rock, thumpy electronic dance music, avant-garde noise, and the scary kind of heavy metal.)
I’ve been a practicing witch for over thirty years, first as an eclectic neo-Wiccan Pagan, then later as an initiate of two lines of British Traditional Wicca, Gardnerian and Kingstone. I’ve practiced ceremonial magic with a Thelemic recension of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and worked within the European grimoire tradition. My primary frame of practice these days, however, is as an initiated witch and priest of the Anderson Feri tradition of witchcraft, theurgy, sorcery, and curmudgeonry. (While the gender-neutral term priestx would generally be appropriate, given my identity as a person of nonbinary gender, priest is the term commonly used within Feri to refer to an initiate of any gender.) I have relationships of varying degrees of intimacy and affection with multiple gods and spirits, with the core of my devotion and love being centered on the Star Goddess and her consort, the Peacock Angel. While my background informs both my magical practice and my approaches to gender and sexuality, it’s not necessary to be familiar with Feri, Wicca, or any other magical tradition to read this book. I’ll explain any tradition-specific concepts or terminology I use as we go.
I embrace the label queer as an umbrella term to encapsulate my own gender and sexual identities: nonbinary, genderqueer, bisexual/pansexual, and so on. I define these terms in the next chapter, so don’t worry if you’re unfamiliar with any of them. I don’t normally front-load references to my sexuality or gender, but since my queerness informs my perspectives and approaches to magical praxis and spirituality, it seems like relevant information to bring up here. (I acknowledge that queer is a contentious term for many people, and I discuss my reasons for using it in the next chapter.)
I have the privilege of holding a bachelor’s degree in Gender, Women, and Sexuality Studies from the University of Washington, which also informs my perspective and approach. In fact, the initial concept for this book arose while I was finishing my degree, wrestling with the tensions between gender, sexuality, and spirituality.
Like all of us, I wear a multitude of hats at varying times: spouse, lover, partner, parent, writer, musician, crafter, scholar, sorcerer, and witch. Behind and beyond all of those, I am a child of earth, water, air, fire, and the incandescent spark of divinity. I am flawed and fallible, as are we all, but ever striving toward the ecstasy of union with the numinous infinite.
And, last of all, I’m delighted to make your acquaintance.
As to the issue of how my background informs my approach to gender, sexuality, and magic, the following is a rather personal biographical interlude which might help to establish the groundwork for where I’m coming from with this book, and where I hope to go.
A Personal Reflection on Magic and Queerness
One of the games that witches, magicians, Pagans, polytheists, and other practitioners like to play in the early stages of getting to know one another begins with the question, “So, what was your first book?” This is common enough to be a groan-worthy cliché in some circles, while in others it’s the lead-off to a rollicking conversation about our faltering, sometimes cringe-inducing first steps on the Path. Some folks will credit Neopagans like Scott Cunningham, Silver Ravenwolf, or Raymond Buckland, while others will cite ceremonial magicians like Donald Michael Kraig, Dion Fortune, Aleister Crowley, or Israel Regardie. Some might even mention mythologists like Thomas Bulfinch, Edith Hamilton, or my personal favorites, Ingri and Edgar Parin d’Aulaire.
In the past, when it was my turn to play, I usually explained that I first found magic and Paganism in the double-feature of Margot Adler’s classic Drawing Down the Moon (the 1986 update) and Starhawk’s The Spiral Dance, which I read simultaneously when I was about fourteen. It’s a respectable entry point, though one that dates me pretty precisely; Starhawk’s Feri-inflected recension of feminist Wicca and Goddess worship dovetails nicely with Adler’s snapshot travelogue of late 1970s/early 1980s Neopaganism, creating a pleasant (if somewhat dated) image redolent of nag champa and Polo by Ralph Lauren, perhaps with a Yes album playing in the background.
The trouble is that it’s a false memory. Like so many other modern practitioners of the dark arts, I am forced to confess after all these years that Jack Chick was right: Dungeons & Dragons led me to witchcraft.1
A little back story may be appropriate at this point.
In 1981, I was eight years old in the fourth grade. Having gone through the previous two grades in a single year, I was younger and smaller than my classmates. I desperately wanted to fit in with them, of course, and my obvious desperation probably had something to do with my social ostracism. The fact that I was painfully insecure, socially awkward, and used to thinking of myself as the smartest person in the room probably didn’t help much.
Some of the cool kids in my gifted class—just let that sink in for a moment—were really into this strange activity that involved shuffling sheets of paper and pencils around, reading from strange-looking books, and rolling polyhedral dice at random intervals. Being the social outcast of the class—yeah, let that one sink in for a moment, too—it was several weeks before I finally got one of them to let me in on the secret: it was a storytelling game, sort of like make-believe, but with rules. I was even allowed to roll up a character of my own … who died the moment he entered his first dungeon, when the ceiling fell and crushed him into pâté. Despite this less-than-illustrious beginning, this game had opened an entire imaginal realm for me, and I was hooked. I raided the school library for books on mythology and fantasy novels, then moved on to my local town library, all the while moping around my house like a miniature Robert Smith until my mother broke down and surprised me one day with the basic D&D box set and an issue of Dragon magazine.
That humble box was more or less the death blow to any chance I might’ve had for normalcy. Not by itself, of course. Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson’s role-playing game of swords, sorcery, and adventure was brilliant, to be sure, but the portrayal of D&D in Chick’s hysterical Dark Dungeons tract wildly overestimates the extent to which the game draws on real-world occultism. Even in its occasional feinting toward historical magic, D&D tended to get its facts wrong … or, to put it kindly, D&D used bits of historical occultism as window dressing, much as horror films and metal bands do. It created a delightfully atmospheric vibe, equal parts Hammer horror and pulp fantasy à la Robert E. Howard or H. P. Lovecraft, but it was a far cry from anything resembling historical thaumaturgy. Anyone who tried to practice magic as outlined in the Player’s Handbook and Dungeon Master’s Guide would find themselves standing in a circle inscribed with meaningless squiggles, holding a handful of tiny balls of bat guano. (For those of you who aren’t longtime D&D gamers, bat guano mixed with sulfur is the material component for one of the first truly dangerous magic-user spells, the ever-popular Fireball.)
Still, the assembled oeuvre of Gygax, Arneson, and Co. pushed my imagination in directions it might never have otherwise travelled. Through their good offices, I discovered the works of Bulfinch, Hamilton, and the d’Aulaires, as well as a host of fantasists whose books would, for better and for worse, form the basis of my teenaged cosmology: Michael Moorcock, Ursula K. Le Guin, J. R. R.Tolkien, the aforementioned Messrs. Howard and Lovecraft, and a host of others. Again, though, these authors weren’t teaching magic and witchcraft in their stories. A great deal of magic can be found in their books, and a careful reader can glean a great deal of spiritual and philosophical truth from their pages (especially from Le Guin’s Earthsea novels), but they are fictions, first and foremost. They’re no more intended as instructional manuals in the occult than J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, despite some excitable Christians’ protestations to the contrary. When a child manages to successfully cast Avada Kedavra, or even Wingardium Leviosa, I’ll be forced to revisit my position. In the meantime, I hope we can all agree that the magic of fantasy novels and role-playing games, while entertaining and thought-provoking, is a far cry from the actual practice of magic.
My first exposure to that actual practice came not long afterward from the least likely place I could imagine: my own home library. It was there, as a wee slip of a child in early 1980s California, that I found my mother’s copy of A Treasury of Witchcraft, Harry E. Wedeck’s 1961 classic of sensationalist occultism. Sure, it was an overbaked mishmash of half-understood pieces from a double-dozen unrelated cultures, but the glances I snuck through the leaves of this grim tome sparked my imagination as nothing before, and the terms that danced before my eyes—osculum infame, Hand of Glory, Malleus Maleficarum, the Black Mass—visited me again in my dreams, rolling from the mouths of robed Inquisitors, chanted by nude devotees streaked with soot and rendered baby fat. That I understood almost none of what I read was not only irrelevant, it was instrumental to the ways in which my imagination ran wild. I pored over his description of the witch’s mark and searched my own body for similar markings or scars, desperately hoping to find validation for my occult desires. After all, Wedeck’s tome made it clear that something mysterious was happening out there in the world and, with care and perseverance, I could find out what it was … even become part of it.
Not long after, at my local library, I found the book that sealed the deal for me: Erica Jong’s curious 1981 coffee-table book, Witches.
An inexplicably unlikely installment in the Harry N. Abrams folklore series (which also included Wil Hugyen’s Gnomes and Brian Froud and Alan Lee’s Faeries), Jong’s book presented the figure of the witch as both a fairytale monster and a historical reality, part of a hidden tradition of magic and mystery. She added depth, nuance, and a whole host of complications to my nascent understanding of witchcraft. I didn’t understand half of what I read at the time, but anything I failed to grasp from her writing, Joseph A. Smith’s illustrations to accompany the text rendered as clearly as I could’ve asked. His evocative, hallucinatory images of witches gathering herbs by moonlight and embracing the Goat of the Sabbat, broken on the wheel and burning at the stake, taught me as much as the written text did, if not more.
It was appealing, poetic stuff—dark, sexual, and powerful—but it was also frustratingly, inextricably tied to a quintessentially seventies, can-do empowerment take on feminism which I knew, even as a late-tweener to early-teen, had little room for someone like … well, me. This was witchcraft as Women’s Wisdom, diametrically opposed to the faux-perfection of glorified toxic masculinity. In all fairness to Jong, she does spend a couple of paragraphs allowing the existence of male witches:
Many men were condemned to death for being witches, widowers of witches, fathers of witches. However much we know this to be true historically, the notion of the witch as male never quite sticks. […] Perhaps this is because we associate woman’s creative powers with the manipulation of vast, unseen forces. Or perhaps we intuitively understand that during the long centuries when women were the semislaves of society, they were naturally drawn to witchcraft as a cure for their powerlessness, a means of manipulating a world that otherwise painfully manipulated them. In any case, we always imagine the witch as female …2
Hers was the classic binary view of gender and sexuality. It was wrapped in feminist Neopaganism and labeled as rebellion but, in many ways, it was as reactionary as a Reagan speech, as mainstream as an upsized combo meal. In Witches, Jong danced right up to the edge of something truly transgressive, then backpedaled her Earth Shoes right the hell away from it. Still, her vision had a potency and a poetry which transcended its other limitations, at least for one barely-teenage genderqueer kid lost in the 1980s. I was drawn to the witchcraft she evoked with her words, even as I was barred from it for being a “boy,” and that calling—first heard softly, in the pages of role-playing game books and fantasy novels, then amplified by my first confused tastes of what real witchcraft might look like—would haunt me for years after.
My first in-person contact with a real-life Pagan came not long afterward. I was in the fifth grade, the year I injured my left knee in a basketball game as part of a misguided attempt at fitting into my peer group so they would quit beating me up. I was on the playground one day, not playing basketball or getting beaten up, just keeping to myself as usual. My class had a substitute teacher that day: a young woman, blonde and pretty in a vaguely hippie-ish way, though still professional enough to pass muster in a public school in early ’80s central California. I don’t recall how, but we wound up in a conversation about Dungeons & Dragons. I may have been walking around reading a D&D book, as was my wont at the time, or she may have struck up a conversation about my interests and drawn out that I was a D&D geek. It may also be that I was somewhat obsessive at that time, and had literally nothing else to talk about with a total stranger. In any event, the subject of druids came up, and I stated, with the iron-clad certainty of the very young, that there were no more druids in the modern world.
“Oh, but there are,” she said.
“How do you know?”
“Because I am one,” she murmured, softly, for my ears only.
I was floored. If she was telling the truth, if there really were druids—and witches and magicians, perhaps—still kicking around at the tail end of the twentieth century, then everything I thought I knew about history, mythology, and religion was a tower of lies, one she’d just struck with a lightning bolt. (Possibly on loan from Zeus, negotiated through the Dagda.) I felt like I’d just been granted a glimpse behind the veil of a vast, mysterious world, and I wanted in. Oh, how I wanted in. I wanted to ask her so many questions: How is this possible? What does that even mean? And how do I learn more?
Sadly, the recess bell rang right at that moment, and I reluctantly filed back into the classroom to reimmerse myself in mundanity… well, as mundane as I could tolerate. After all, I was the weird kid, muddling through the school day as best I could, dodging verbal abuse and the occasional punch thrown my way, and retreating to the refuge of role-playing games and SF/fantasy paperbacks at home. I would wonder idly about that conversation from time to time, but for the most part, I stayed hidden in my own private world.
Music began to factor into that world as well: progressive music, heavy music, music with depth and complexity and a certain inexpressible something to it. I didn’t yet have a name for what that something was. I’d first heard hints of it as a child raised on the Beatles, that merry band of psychedelic pop pranksters. Later, I began to pick up that thread in bands like Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Heart, Kansas, and others. As I grew older, I followed that curious thread to other bands: Rush, Marillion, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, and more … but those all came later. For now, let’s stay nestled in the mid-1980s, cozied up with Gary Gygax and Elric of Melniboné.
A curious thing happened at this point in my life: my family moved from the moderately liberal, left-leaning Central Valley of California to upstate South Carolina.
I spent the first year of my time in South Carolina very, very alone. My multiethnic family were incomprehensibly alien outsiders in a culture whose social hierarchy was overtly based on race, religion, income, and heritage. I found myself dumped into a junior high school environment where I knew no one, and where every facet of my history and experience was irrelevant at best and damning at worst. Faced with a daily gauntlet of mockery, incomprehension, and threats of violence, I withdrew even further into my inner world of fantasy novels and role-playing games. I imagined escaping to some magical land where people like me weren’t alien, weren’t beaten, weren’t mocked and humiliated. I imagined myself with friends. I even dared to imagine myself with a girlfriend, a lover. I imagined myself happy.
And then one day, at a local hobby shop (which doubled as my Friendly Local Game Store), I met a group of People Like Me. They were older—almost all of them adults—but they were nerds, geeks, outsiders. They were fans of Star Trek, watchers of anime, readers of books, players of games. Moreover, they were outsiders in other, deeper ways. Most of them were atheists or agnostics, but a small handful of them were actual, for-realsies Pagans. Similarly, while most of them were straight, some of them were queer in one way or another. Even more remarkable, everyone was accepting of that queerness. It would’ve been unthinkable to not be. We were, after all, a small band of freaks surrounded by hundreds of miles of reactionary, politically charged Protestant Christianity of the sort that hated the Other, a category which included people of color, queers, agnostics, heretics, non-Christians, and socially awkward nerds like us. All we had to cling to was one another.
And cling we did. It was in that environment—in retrospect unhealthy and unsafe, but far better than the toxic and terrifying experience of being an Other in mainstream culture—that I first traded my sexual innocence for the pleasures of touch, wrapped in a veil of secrecy and shame. The secrecy was a necessity of circumstance: after all, I was fifteen years old, living in one of the notches of the Bible Belt, and my initiators into the mysteries of sexuality—first a biker friend’s wife, then a pair of pseudo-sibling Star Trek fans, a straight woman and a gay man—were all legal adults. Each of them seduced me in their own ways, introducing me to the world of adult sexuality at a point when most of my contemporaries were struggling with the clumsiness and terror of adolescent sexuality. By the time I graduated high school, two weeks before my seventeenth birthday, I’d been sexually active with several people in a frankly impressive variety of positions, always accompanied by the pervasive dread of discovery and a crawling sense of shame. I’d had my first STD scare, when my male lover discovered that a former partner of his was HIV+. I’d arranged to spend weekends with my friends, getting drunk enough on Captain Morgan’s spiced rum and generic cola that I could slip out of my inhibitions and my jeans, and let them use my body in all the ways I so desperately wanted them to. I went from feeling alone and isolated to feeling seen and known, but I was still a queer teenager in the South with no safe ways to explore my sexuality with my peers. My sense of isolation was still present, if a little less so, and I still felt powerless.
It is, perhaps, little surprise that my first formal introduction to magic came during this same period of my life.
One of the folks in this same circle of friends ran a used bookstore. We’d congregate there sometimes to watch movies, play computer games, and just hang out in a safe space surrounded by books. On my first visit to the bookstore, I noticed a high table in the back room (probably a dresser, come to think of it) covered with a satin cloth, set with a variety of curious objects: candles, a wine glass, a black-hilted Ka-Bar-style knife, and what was clearly a wand of some sort. I knew little about magic beyond the confines of fantasy novels and D&D game books, but even I could put two and two together, so I approached the shopkeeper and asked about it. After a little cagey back-and-forth, the shopkeeper explained that they were a witch, and that the table was an altar. I inquired further, and they left, returning a moment later with a couple of books.
They were, of course, Drawing Down the Moon and The Spiral Dance.
I read those books with the kind of ravening spiritual hunger only the adolescent can truly muster, an intellectual and emotional craving which consumed me. In those pages, and in the context of my fellow weirdlings, I first found a spirituality which spoke to me, one which embraced both my burgeoning queerness of sexuality and gender and my desperate desire for community, safety, power, and freedom. It wasn’t a religion, exactly, but it was something that spoke to that same space in my heart and told me—for, perhaps, the first time in my life—that I was worthy and worthwhile. I was flesh and blood, dust and ashes, but I was filled with sparks of the smokeless fire that lives at the heart of stars. I was both spirit and matter: beautiful, messy, sexual, and real. I was queer, and I was magical.
And so it was that I took my first faltering steps along the Path of the Wise, the Crooked Path of witchcraft and sorcery.
The point of this biographical interlude isn’t to establish an indelible link between queerness and magic, but to underscore how, in my experience at least, a Pagan worldview and approach to spirituality were uniquely suited to accepting and celebrating my queerness. In a culture where my bodily desires and my ambiguous relationship with gender were seen as antithetical not only to society, but to the sanctity of my very soul, Paganism and magic offered a lifeline, a safe harbor, a way of engaging with my body and identity that was both authentic and empowering, and it’s precisely that sense of authentic engagement and empowerment that I hope to encourage in the pages to come.
Whether you’re straight or queer, cis or trans, in or out, I want to leave you with one final thought as we set off on our journey into embodiment, gender, sexuality, and magic: it’s okay to be queer.
It’s okay to be lesbian, gay, bisexual, pansexual, transgender, intersex, asexual, agender, and every other identity, orientation, and lived experience outside the charmed circle of cisgender heterosexuality.
It’s okay to be a queer Pagan, a queer witch, a queer polytheist, a queer magician, a queer occultist, a queer magical practitioner.
It’s okay to be uncomfortable with heterosexuality as a spiritual metaphor, or to not feel any spiritual or magical resonance with binary gender roles. It’s okay to seek the queerness of divinity, and to touch that divinity through your own experiences of gender and sexuality.
In fact, it’s more than merely okay: it’s beautiful, it’s historically valid, and it’s utterly essential. What we call queerness has been a part of our devotional and magical praxis as far back as we have records of humans embracing the numinous, because queerness has been a part of human experience as long as there’ve been humans. Queerness is part and parcel of magic, because magic intrinsically involves stepping beyond the boundaries of the known and circumscribed, and that’s the queerest thing I know.
Magic is queer, and queerness is magic.
It’s okay to be queer. And anyone who tells you otherwise is wrong.
A Word About Words Before We Start
One of the first principles I learned in university was that just as our ideas change over time, the language we use to express those ideas also changes. The words and ideas we used in the 1970s to discuss gender and sexuality aren’t the same words and ideas we use today, as I’m writing this. Where it’s been necessary to quote from works which use older, deprecated terminology, I’ve done my best to indicate how common usage has changed since then. Similarly, the ideas and words I use in this book probably won’t all be in accepted use forty years from now, or even ten. So, if you’re reading this book ten years down the line, please look as kindly on my language, ideas, and discourse here as you would like others to look upon yours, ten years on from when you write it.
And now, let’s get started.
— Exercise —
For this exercise, you’ll need the following:
• A quiet place to read, write, and think
• Your journal and a writing implement
• About five minutes of undisturbed time
Sit comfortably with your journal and think about reactions and responses to what you’ve read so far, positive or negative. What are you hoping to find in here? What are you afraid you might find in here, or in the work ahead? What are you looking forward to, or dreading? Think about any words I’ve been using here that might provoke a strong emotional response, like queer or magic, and consider both how you define those words and how you feel about them. Whatever your thoughts or feelings are, turn to the first page in your journal and write them down as they come to you, as quickly as you can. You don’t have to craft polished, well-reasoned arguments; it’s perfectly fine if you only write short declarative statements like “I like _____” or “_____ makes me uncomfortable.” The important thing is to keep your pen or pencil moving, and to get your thoughts down in as quick and stream-of-consciousness a manner as possible. Try to keep writing for a few minutes. If you want to go longer or shorter, feel free, but five minutes is about as long as most of us are comfortable free-writing extemporaneously.
The point of this exercise is primarily to get you into the practice of writing in your journal, which can be intimidating, and secondarily to record how you think and feel about the ideas at the heart of this book here at the outset, before you’ve read any further. We’ll revisit this passage later in the book.