queer tips


You will find lots of articles on tumblr for newbie witches but I realized when I started practicing that a lot of things were missing and I was kind of ashamed to ask because I felt stupid.

This post is for people who have just started practicing or are planning to. If you have already been into witchcraft for years this could be a little reminder for you.

  • You don’t need to be wiccan. You don’t need deities in your craft. When I started I was a little puzzled: everyone was talking about prayers, faith and other religious things essential in the craft. It seemed everyone was wiccan! Or Pagan. But they were talking about things I didn’t believe in. They were questioning my religious beliefs and my will to practice witchcraft. Then I found out about the existence of secular witches i.e. witches who do not include religion in their craft. Religion is not essential in witchcraft. You can use your own power, you can ask mother earth to land you some. It’s perfectly fine.
  • Get info BEFORE you seriously practice. This is a point lots of people skip and underrate. When I discovered magic was real I was enthusiastic. I wanted to start as soon as possible and I was upset my exams didn’t allow me to. Now I’m glad I waited. While I was studying for my exams I read various articles, I followed witchy blogs on tumblr (windvexer and witchtips are great blogs for beginners. Look for their masterposts!) and I collected enough info to start practicing one month later but understanding what I was doing. I’m not saying you should wait months to start but just be sure to be aware of the basis and the possible dangers.
  • Trust your guts! There are witches who will tell you super rare and expensive items are required in your craft. They will often tell you to use things you can’t have. I’m not saying they’re wrong, they are probably suggesting what it’s right in their practice. But they are sometimes not newbiesfriendly blogs. My suggestions is: do what it feels right for you. (But if you want to use herbs and eat them do some serious research first!!!) For example, if someone tells you you should use rose quartz for tranquillity but you don’t have it/don’t want to use crystals in your craft/you don’t associate tranquility with quartz, etc. don’t do it. Use a substitute! Plus, don’t underestimate the power of visualization. It takes practice, I know, but if you can’t have an item, just imagine you have it! And remember: magic doesn’t come from candles, crystals or whatever. It is within you. They just enhance it but they’re not essential.
  • Magic is real but do not confuse it with real life. Before you get pissed and think what I said it’s crap let me explain it. Magic is part of your life and your life is real, duh, but do not get overwhelmed by magic. In few words: don’t forget living. Don’t think every single thing that happens in your life is magical! If you see a bunny in a pet shop it probably isn’t a sign meant to you. It’s just a bunny. There are indeed signs hidden in your normal life but don’t think that everything is. 
  • Magic just gives a little push. You can’t perform magic with a purpose and without acting in the real world in order to make it happen. You can’t create a sigil to have new friends if you have 0 social interactions. Don’t ask for the impossible: a spell won’t allow you to meet Obama, I’m sorry, unless you live in the White House.
  • Don’t be afraid to live magic and muggle lives at the same time. I swear the first time I performed magic and I created a shield I felt bad going to the bathroom. It seems dumb, I know, but beginning the practice can be scary the first time. Don’t be ashamed of what’s natural and don’t be scared to use subtle magic when in company. Magic is part of you!
  • You don’t need labels. I repeat: YOU DON’T NEED LABELS! When I started practicing I felt the need to say out loud what my interests were. The truth? I couldn’t say it yet. Everything fascinated me so I just told people I was eclectic. But I actually am not. Don’t feel in a rush when you get into the magical realm. Just do what you like and you will later understand what you prefer.
  • It is okay if you’re not into everything magical! You will see lots of witches who use herbs in their practice. Others use crystals. And every spell you find online requires either herbs or crystals. You will spontaneously think they are essential for every witch but they are actually not. Don’t feel ashamed. Say it out loud: “I don’t like herbs!/I don’t like crystals!/I don’t like sigils!”. You can only love tarots and you can still be a witch. You can dislike jars and you will still be a witch.
  • It is okay if you don’t want to be called “witch”. I understand that this word is often used to describe someone nasty, ugly or unpleasant. Or you could just simply not like the word for your own personal reasons. You can use other terms, more specific about your craft: diviner, spirit worker, fortune teller, etc. Or if you just want a synonym of the word witch: magic practitioner, sorcerer, wizard. There are many others. Find the word you feel comfortable with.
  • Males can be witches as well. Witch is not just a word for women. If you’re male and you want to practice magic and be called a witch, go for it!
  • You don’t need to be in a coven. If you don’t want to be part of a group you can learn on your own. And that’s fine.
  • Be careful of the words you use. You’re new in the craft and you start using words like gipsy, spirit guides, strega, etc. Be very mindful of the words you choose! They can be disrespectful, cultural appropriation or misuse of terms about a closed practice. Do your own research and remember to be always respectful. If you misuse a word and people let you know it’s wrong apologize, be polite and change your attitude. It’s easy. For more info I’d suggest to look here [cultural appropriation 1 2; gipsy as a slur wordwitch culture; stregheria 1 2 3; - I will add more links in the future about this topic]
  • Don’t let others define what’s right and what’s wrong. Some people say cursing is bad, blood magic is for evil witches, satanism is bad, etc. There is no “white magic” or “black magic”. Magic is neutral and it depends on you. You can curse and be the nicest person in the world. If you’re afraid of the three fold law I’d suggest to read this post and don’t let others influence you. It’s your choice. Not theirs.
  • Everyone can be a witch. When you discover magic is real and it’s not just in books you ask yourself “Can I be a witch?”. You may think you need someone in your family to “pass you the magical genes” or something like that. But what most of witches believe is that magic lies within each one of us. You can be more naturally talented but if you are not don’t be afraid. Speaking of books, remember that Hermione was born in a muggle family yet she was the greatest! If you don’t have natural talents you can still be a witch. Work hard and you will see great results!
  • Gender, sexual orientation, age, race, culture do not prevent you from being a witch. You can be transgender, asexual, African American, Chinese or whatever. You can still be a witch.

Did I forget something? Let me know in comments or reblogs and I will add it in the list!



So a lot of you were wondering how I can look so masculine in my cosplay photos.  So here! I did a little “masculine makeup tutorial.” I hope you guys enjoy it! And i hope its helpful!

(by the way, i might make another post like this one with binding tips if you guys requestit! C: )



Many of us witches understand the beauty of taking a shower and cleansing our bodies and finding a time that is sacred and a time to relax. But there is more we can do than just the obvious cleansing.

Originally posted by pattypatworld

🚿 Use shampoos and conditioners and soaps that have ingredients and scents with magickal properties in them to directly infuse your bodies witch its intended purpose

💧Better yet, create your own shampoos and soap as a way to know what is going in and to better put your intent in (there are many good and healthy recipes on Pinterest and YouTube)

🚿 Take this time to ground yourself. This works perfectly for morning showers if you know you are going to be doing magick later

💧Do glamour spells in the shower. Bless anything you are going to use before hand and do your spell work while you are there (just be careful not to slip, as always)

🚿 Devotion. Devote your shower to the god you are working with, especially if your god controls water or beauty (*cough cough* Aphrodite/Venus)

💧Or devote a song that you are singing in the shower to your god(s) of choice; they love to hear you sing, no matter if you think you are bad or not

🚿 You could try to do divination. Scry by seeing what you see in the suds and soap that wash down the drain or even scry in the steam in the mirror as it disappears after you are done showering. Be creative!

Be sure to share this if you like it and add your own tips and tricks if you have any! I’d love to hear what all you witches think!

When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.

🕯Witch tip🔮

Visualization is an important part of spell work; it’s also important in meditation.
As you inhale, imagine cool, crisp oxygen filling your lungs– it’s clean and cleansing. If it helps, picture colors or scenery you associate with fresh air: breezy shore, misty forest, a starry sky, an endless meadow.
As you exhale, visualize tension & stale energy depart from you in a hazy cloud. Release and let go of this tangled, muddled energy. Feel its weight leave your body.

🌊sea star witch💫

the fact that a bunch of people are like “it’s only old people who don’t like being called queer” and another bunch of people are like “it’s only young people who don’t like being called queer” should probably tip you off that neither of those things is really true


Okay. I suffer gender dysphoria. Every day I struggle with it, whether it be listening to my voice, seeing my body in the mirror, or listening to people misgender me and use my birth name, especially when they know I am transgender.

If your kid comes out to you as transgender and you want to support them, DONT:

  • Ignore it (they need your help!)
  • Tell them it is or could be a phase
  • Tell them they can’t change their name because YOU didn’t fight over it for nine months for them to change it
  • Refuse to respect their pronouns and name and deliberately TELL THEM that they still look and sound feminine/masculine 
  • Turn it into your problem by saying it’ll be difficult to tell people about your kids when they ask about gender and age. How hard is it to explain to people that your child is transitioning?

All of these have happened to me and I guarantee if you put your kid through this, they will become more distressed. I can guarantee your child will start to isolate themselves from you, emotionally and physically, and they might even want to run away or end up suicidal. You could lose your child if you don’t support them when they come out to you. It isn’t hard.

To show you care about them and support them, DO:

  • tell them that you still love them
  • Ask them what you can do in order to help them feel happier and more comfortable
  • Use the right pronouns and call them by the name they like to be called
  • Do some research to broaden your understanding. Watch videos, read some articles, web pages, blogs etc. 
  • tell them they look handsome/beautiful (this is so simple yet so powerful)

I really hope this helps. 

LGBT History Month - Lesbian Fiction

  • Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, by Jenette Winterson
  • Trumpet, by Jackie Kay
  • Tipping the Velvet, by Sarah Waters
  • The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall
  • Curious Wine, by Katherine V. Forest
  • The Black and White of It, by Ann Allen Shockley
  • The Girl on the Stairs, by Louise Welsh
  • Kissing the Witch, by Emma Donoghue

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any recommendations for blogs about writing transgendered people? I've found lots of resources on writing other characters within the LGBT+ community, but my resources on writing trans people is lacking and I'm hoping to fix that. Thanks!

Hey!  First and foremost, you probably didn’t know, but “transgendered” is now considered offensive and should probably be avoided – “transgender people,” however, remains just fine.  

Other than that, great question!  Here is a great and informative post to start you off, as well as some Q & As with commonly asked questions right here.  Here, here, and here are a few more very interesting and well-written posts to take a look at.

That’s all I have on hand for now, but it should be enough to get you started!  Best of luck, and happy writing!  <3


I’m making a discord server for any queer witches to meet and talk and whatever! Witches of all genders, ages, and experiences are welcome, the only requirements are that you are both queer (LGBTQIA+) and a witch.

I’m aiming for it to be something in between a coven and a chatroom, though that may change in the future.

If you’re interested, just reply to this or message me and I’ll send you an invite to the server!

Feel free to reblog this if you want to, even if you aren’t queer or a witch, to get the word out!

On Writing LGBTQ+ Characters

I get a lot of questions about writing LGBTQ+ characters, particularly from straight or questioning writers who are unsure whether or not they should delve into a community they may not be a part of. These questions come, I’m sure, with the best of intentions from writers who wish not to offend, who want to write an inclusive, honest story. To these writers, I offer this advice: even when you’re part of the community, you can’t speak for the community. I can give you my opinion, but I’m still just one opinion too. 

Every single story is just that: a single story written from a single author with one point of view. No matter how worldly this author is, no matter how compassionate, they will never be able to speak for everyone, and they shouldn’t; varying opinions and walks of life is what makes us interesting as a species. Humans are different. Learning to deal with that is a good thing. My opinion is just my opinion; I can’t speak for the community–even if I am a part of it–any more than you can. 

Of course, that doesn’t mean there aren’t some basic rules to consider and a few codes of conduct (again, as interpreted by me; if I’ve made a mistake, if there’s something you disagree with, feel free to message me, let me know, give me the opportunity to correct myself, and let’s have a conversation!).

A quick note to start: Queer is generally an “insider’s word,” meaning that if you’re not part of the LGBTQ+ community, it’s best not to use it. If you are, use it with caution, as it was previously a slur and while it is being reclaimed by many in the community, it has not been reclaimed by all, and many under the LGBTQ+ umbrella may still feel uncomfortable or unsafe with its use. This can have a lot to do with geography, experience, or personal preference; if you’re unsure, ask, or just stick to LGBTQ+. I will be using the word “Queer” in this post, so if that’s something you’d rather not read, please stop now. I’d be happy to send you an edited version of everything below should you message me. 

First: Queer People need more representation. Yes, Queer People are still under represented in literature. While I’m sure most people reading this can reply with a list of their favorite Queer stories, I’m also sure they can reply with a list a 100 times bigger that doesn’t have a single queer person on any page. Book sales may have LGBTQ+ sections now, and this is an improvement–a wonderful thing, don’t get me wrong–but these sections are small. It’s a step in the right direction, but too often, we’re still seeing Queer youth growing up with very few stories to represent them, to show that they exist in the world. Older readers devour the few options they have and are still left writing and reading fanfic (a great alternative, but not one that erases the problem) because they crave more. 

What does this mean? It means that if you’re asking ‘should I include a queer character in my story?’ the answer is yes! Yes, we want you to put us in the narrative. Thank you for asking! Go forth and get writing. No, we don’t mind if you’re straight–lots of writers are straight, and just because you’re straight doesn’t mean you live in a world where Queer people don’t exist. Paint your world the way it really is, the way you really see it, and yes, we’re in that world! Isn’t that awesome?

But how do I do it right? you ask.

Second: Be aware that if you’re straight and writing Queer characters, Queer readers can probably tell. Is this a bad thing? Not necessarily, but it does mean you might consider doing a bit more research before continuing. The problem with marginalized communities is that we very quickly get pigeonholed; we might be in the story, but there are very few plots that we’re allowed. This is where we get tropes: the gay best friend who loves theater, the tragic gay friend who has AIDS, etc. etc. 

Some things to consider:

  • LGBTQ+ characters die proportionally more than straight characters–by a long shot. It’s a trope called “Bury Your Gays” which you can read about more on that link there, but in summary: historically, gay characters could only be in a piece if they died because this was their punishment. This may not be true anymore, but the deaths still hold weight when in real life the LGBTQ+ murder rate is still very high. Of course, sometimes a character just has to die, sometimes it’s part of the plot (Heaven knows, I’m guilty of this; I love killing off my characters, and some of my late characters are, indeed, LGBTQ+), and maybe it wasn’t “because” they’re gay, but consider this: if you have very few gay characters to begin with (sometimes there is only one in a piece), that death is going to hit hard. Queer people are used to being targets of violence in real life and in fiction, so if you’re using their death as shock value or to motivate a straight character consider this: it would be more shocking to let them live. This doesn’t mean that your Queer characters can never die–everyone does die after all–but consider your motivations. If it’s for shock or motivation, at least contemplate another method before moving forward. 
  • AIDS, like death, has been used, well, to death. To this day, when I go book shopping, the LGBTQ+ section is 80% AIDS narratives, and the other 20% tends to be porn. Stories about the everyday lives and wants of characters who just so happen to be gay are far and few between. 
  • While on the topic of “gay characters who just so happen to be gay,” there are two things to consider: gay people, yes, are just like straight people; they have jobs they want (or don’t want), bad relationships and good ones, they go to school, they play sports and sing or teach. They’re just other humans, just like straight people. On the other hand, another rookie mistake straight writers often make while writing Queer characters is going to the opposite extreme of making them “the gay character” and that’s not mentioning their sexuality at all. At the end of the day, LGBTQ+ people are still part of a marginalized community, and so you can bet they talk about it. They’ve had experiences. They’ve experienced prejudice. Whether they should have had to or not is another topic entirely, but they probably had to come out. They’ve probably met people who didn’t like them coming out. They’ve probably sought out other Queer people with whom they could share common experiences. Being Queer shouldn’t have to define a person, but it does become part of your narrative. 
  • Bisexual does not necessarily equal sexually available, uncommitted, flighty, greedy, etc. Are there bisexual people with these traits? Sure. Just like there are straight and gay people with these traits. Unfortunately, these are heavily implied stereotypes–in straight communities and in the queer community–against bisexual people, and they shouldn’t be continued. Give us shy bisexuals, socially awkward bisexuals, asexual biromantics, bisexuals who have never been on a date before, bisexuals in steady relationships, bisexuals with bad exes and good exes–generally: the full human spectrum just as you’d give anyone else. 

Third: Being an ally means listening. If you want to help the LGBTQ+ community or engage with the community, then reach out, ask questions, put yourself out there, but remember that it’s not your time or place to take the floor. You’re there to listen, to absorb, and to learn. True support means letting someone tell you how they feel and not speaking over them; give them an opportunity to express their experiences, believe them, absorb them, and this will not only help you write your LGBTQ+ characters, but will help you to become a better person, and help all of us to make some real progress. 

So with that, go forth and get writing. Do you research. Be kind. Ask questions. Remember your humanity. Make good works. 


for my followers in the closet!!!