A Spell for Hemorrhoids
Carl MacColman writes, in The Interfaith Hazelnut, Part Five:
One thing is for sure: I'm pretty much over the idea of writing any more pagan-specific books. For me, the thought of writing a book of magical spells is about as exciting as the thought of getting a root canal while suffering from hemorrhoids.
Can I get an "amen"?
I knew that Carl had a LiveJournal, but I hadn't known what it was. A friend forwarded a link to the LJ, although it was to another entry, about Paganism's Best Kept Secret. I scanned a little lower on the page, and found out that MacColman is being drawn away from a pagan path, and returning to Catholicism, specifically in its mystic forms. I've always appreciated Carl's writing and his perspective, and I found myself nodding along quite a bit with what he was saying.
This was right on the heels of reading this quote about Pantheacon from Watching Rats Abandon Ship (although I first saw it at the Wildhunt.org blog):
For those that don't know, Pantheacon is a pagan convention in its second decade of life (though it shows). This is the third time that I've been and I always have a good time. That being said, I do find my pagan coreligionists (when I'm not a Buddhist) a bit odd or scary in a geeky sort of way. When a professional geek finds you odd or scary, it is not a good sign...Lots of aging boomers in tiedye and bad hair.
I laughed and laughed. Pantheacon must be a lot like Starwood, although Starwood adds in a thick dollop of pasty-faced Goths vying with a generous slice of BDSM exhibitionists for the title of Most Overwrought Amateur Dramatics.
I'm beginning to think that maybe there should be a place for recovering Pagans to share, vent, and discuss how & why they've left Paganism, and the sorts of questions of identity that seem to occur.




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"Pantheacon must be a lot like Starwood, although Starwood adds in a thick dollop of pasty-faced Goths vying with a generous slice of BDSM exhibitionists for the title of Most Overwrought Amateur Dramatics."
Let us not forget the "400 lb. Women Who Never Wore Bras and Looked Like Old National Geographic Pictures." I was so freaked out by this at Starwood that I now wear a bra in the shower so supergravity boob syndrome does not happen to me.
That part never bothered me much, actually. I found it incredibly refreshing to see people as they really were, and to realize just how variable the human form is, and how very, very few of them bear any resemblance whatsoever to what bodies are supposed to look like. When it did bother me, it really gave me a lot to chew on, and ask myself why it bothered me, and what that meant.
It also made me realize just how much my experience with a person's personality affected my perception of their physical beauty, and vice versa.
It always made me feel better about my body. Like for my age and the size of my breasts, and the fact that they have performed their function, they are in pretty darned good shape.
But then, I wear a bra most of the time, so gravity has not taken so high a toll on them as might have happened had I not been so assiduous in my bra-wearing.
I tend to not be bothered by most of the naked people. But then, I have been to about ten Starwoods, so I have had a lot of time to get used to it.
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