The seasonal pivot point occurs today and many Satanists mark that change as we feel at one with the Earth and its continuing cycles. In the Northern Hemisphere Spring arrives, replacing the Winter’s desolation with renewed life surging in triumphant burgeoning. In the Southern Hemisphere, the glory of Autumn shall soon cast its soothing spell after the fiery blasts of Summer, presaging the coming harvest with all of its fertile abundance.
Here in the haunted Hudson Valley, we recently experienced Winter’s dramatic last hurrah with about two feet of snow falling in a day. We shall thus be listening to Stravinsky’s masterpiece The Right of Spring as it conjures the shattering of the frigid season’s strictures via the violent renewal of growth.
It is a glorious day to celebrate the wonders of Nature as we are part of its boundless mysteries.
—Magus Peter H. Gilmore
Swarm of bats flying at sunset.
Bound babe beautifully photographed. ’nuff said.
Illustration by Goñi Montes
Thank you, beloved Sister, CN.
YOUR NOT-SO-HUMBLE CURATOR IS BEFUDDLED. This pic has been a modest hit with loyal followers of my little site, yet again and again @twitter blocked or deleted it. Are you kidding me? This is Mary Poppins compared to some of the shit that has flown around twitter, this is an image that would breeze through TV censors for network shows that air at 9m. Why is @twitter taking offense? Yes she’s naked, but you can’t SEE anything except HER FEET. It must be a bot they installed. Robot voice: “NAKED. NAKED. NAKED. ABORT, ABORT.” That’s why I’m posting it twice. Fuck ’em. Shaking my head at the whole affair.
We saw each other nearly every night. I tied up her seven times. [Updated: Nine Times.] I took over a hundred photographs of her in bondage. We laughed at cartoons together. One night when we were sleeping on her bed she punched me at 3am because she wanted me to go down her. She had two cats named Lunchmeat and Lenny. She was… beautiful. Smart. Lanky. Funny. I loved her so much.
I think all this allows me to consider her my girlfriend.
I still love you, and god, I hope you are well.
Okay. A new ROCKETEER movie. Fine. As a rabid fan of the original comic, I was only mildly disappointed by the first ROCKETEER movie many, many moons ago. But Disney’s plans for a new film include to feature “a young African American woman in the years following World War II” in the lead role.
Okay, full stop.
That really warps what THE ROCKETEER was about.
It’s not about race or gender. When they made Marvel’s Nick Fury black (first in THE ULTIMATES, and then in the movies), half of my friends were beside themselves. I couldn’t give a shit. “Who cares what color his skin is,” I told them, “that’s still Nick Fury.” And the new GHOSTBUSTERS, with its all female crew? I could not give half a shit. But this plan for the new ROCKETEER movie?
It just warps it too far, man.
THE ROCKETEER was about a geeky insecure guy who could not find a job and was in love/lust with a Bettie Page lookalike (who was a model, ha ha!). He gets a crappy fucking jetpack and tries to fight crime, and that’s it.
If you want to make a movie about an alluring young African American woman who straps on a jetpack and has adventures, THEN GIVE HER A STORY SHE OWNS, dammit. Make up a new title. Make a new story. JET GIRL! Give her a backstory. We need new dreams, new stories. Do not be lazy. Do not appropriate. Make something NEW. I’d watch JET GIRL, fuck yeah. But stop raping the fucking past, man. Leave my beloved shit be.