Sparrowqueen is a queer, 20-something glamourwitch femme and lives in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She's currently working on her PhD in Drama, Theatre and Performance Studies at U of T. She also moonlights a burlesque performance artist.
This tumblr is full of feminism, magic, paganism, kitties, cultural artefacts, sometimes burlesque stuff (though see my other Tumblrs for more of that) and other (usually nerdy) things that strike my fancy...probably in that order. If you have a question, ask.
"Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior." -Catullus 85
These ebooks are normally priced over $10, and so at this price you could get all three for less than the normal price of one ebook. That’s definitely cheaper than even the used price of the hard copies too!
If you’ve been wanting to get your hands on the book(s) but can’t afford them, I’d say this is worth looking into (and there’s a LOT of benefits to having an ebook copy even if you own the physical versions — searchable pages, ability to highlight and note it up without ruining it, and…let’s not forget it’s much more portable and discreet!).
Just an update that this sale is going to be going on until November 4th!
LOOK WHAT I JUST ORDERED
I have some serious issues with Amazon as a corporation, BUT knowledge is power and 5,000 Spells is my #1 go-to magical reference book. I’m seeing different prices for these books though, significantly higher. I think someone misplaced a decimal point, good on the folks who got it for a fraction of the normal cost.
HAPPY OCTOBER! I love these more than I can properly put into words.
I’ve been thinking my burlesque tagline should be something along the lines of Loretta Jean, the witch queen? I don’t know, it needs work but I really do need to do a witchy act and bring this part of my identity into my stage persona. ♥
More from our witchy camping trip in the Elora Gorge. I’m from here, & it was very strange to see the gorge through tourist eyes.
"The Grand River flows through the bottom of the gorge, approximately 2 kilometres long, with limestone cliffs reaching 22 metres high. It was formed from glacial meltwaters from the previous ice age."
"The Mohawk name for the Grand River, O:se Kenhionhata:tie means "Willow River". The river was named Grande Rivière by the French during the 18th century. It was later renamed Ouse River by John Graves Simcoe for the River Great Ouse near his childhood home in Lincolnshire. The anglicized form of the French name has remained in common use."
August 2013. Photos by me, please don’t remove credit.
Thanks for posting these, lady! Had so much fun on this trip with you, littlecitywitch & kitznueh. There is definitely so very powerful energy in that Gorge and in the Grand River. I’d like to go back again sometime soon. That river demands its toll but is also extremely generous at the same time.
It’s been brewing in my head and I’ve ben scheming about it for far too long. I need to finally get SparrowQueen.com up and running. Once I’ve back from Las Vegas, it’s going to my top priority project.
In the meantime, I’m finally secured my long coveted Twitter handle: @sparrowqueen. I’m going to posting my witchy and lifestyle stuff there, leaving @jessicathorp for academic/personal/professional, and @loretta_jean for burlesque. I also post on the @NerdGirl Burlyq account. Feel free to follow me on of those.
Now do you know why I often feel slightly schizoid in my online identities? Part of me wants to consolidate all of them into one, but for now they’ll remain separate but I don’t go out of my way to retain anonymity either. These are all just different facets of who I am.
I’m curious lovelies, any suggestions on how you handle your multiple/or competing identities online?
My coven and a guest celebrated a small Equinox ritual over the weekend. This is the time of year when we release our Hags (cailleach) who we have been caring for since Autumn equinox. She’s then reborn as a maiden.
It’s one of my favourite rituals and I’m glad that we did a few days early because my hag kicked my ass this year and it was time to start fresh.
She was like a sweet little old lady who likes to put dollies under everything but who is so prim and proper that she has a bit of a mean streak. For some reason the only way I could think of how to describe her is almost like Dolores Umbridge-lite in her character and yet I feel like she did help me get through the worst of the worst. The hag offers harsh lessons and maybe it’s my own fault for not feeding her quite enough whiskey this year.