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I'm not likely to start writing here again on a regular basis, because I have too many writing irons in the fire already. Some of the reasons I shut this journal down still obtain; the fact that my actual writing career is going somewhere means that I have to choose how much energy to spend on "outside" projects, even personal ones that I do for fun. My personal random musings now go on my blog under my legal name, my discussions of geekery are soon to be seen in Luna Station Quarterly, and my thoughts on Pagan topics can currently be found on A Sense of Place at Patheos.com.

Other reasons, not so much. Those who pay attention to such things will have noticed that I fairly recently decided to start writing on Pagan topics again and collapse my "literary writer" and "Pagan writer" identities and write under my legal name for everything. Part of this was driven by the realization that maintaining effectively two writing careers was causing me to double my effort in some areas with no appreciable benefit, and as a practical matter it was probably better not to do that.

The other reason, of course, is that someone (actually a couple of someones, including Storm Faerywolf and Valerie Walker) had already "outed" me, not just as a Pagan but as a bisexual, by linking my legal name to my Pagan name and this journal. They also posted where I lived and my place of work, in a stated attempt to punish me for speaking up about their plagiarism of other initiates' work. Storm's intentions were, in his own words, to inflict "consequences" and cause me harm. I can only assume, based on previous conversations with Storm and one of his initiates in which they expressed the worst kinds of stereotypes about the South, that they assumed my employer would fire me and the local rednecks would set my house on fire. Understand that at the time they did this I was a single mother with a minor child.

They were actually barking up the wrong tree in terms of the professional aspect, because while I was a graduate student at that same Southern university I was co-president of the oldest Pagan student group in the country. I was CEO of a local Pagan non-profit after I graduated, and have spoken as a representative of Pagan religions at university events and classes more than once. They know I'm a Pagan, knew it before they hired me, and manifestly do not care.

On the other hand, as a locally known and visible Pagan I had been the focus of concern for some nice people who were worried that I might be possessed by demons, and while I appreciate anyone taking an interest in my welfare, I also found them creepy. I decided that I did not need that amplified by the Internet, and while I continued my work locally, I erased my Pagan-related Internet presence for the most part.

Let's be clear: Regardless of its ineffectiveness, Storm Faerywolf, Valerie Walker, and anyone else who posted my name anywhere, meant to cause me harm. They outed a queer woman and a fellow Pagan out of sheer spite.

At the time, I under-reacted, because there were other things going on that were bigger than my personal situation and I didn't want to make the problem worse. Besides, I was assured by several people who were mutual friends that they would "talk" to Storm and try to convince him that his behavior was unethical. However...it has been three years, more or less, and nothing has changed. I realized while participating in the #yesallwomen conversations that there is an element of sexism here as well; Storm has a pattern. He'll plagiarize from anybody, but let me or another woman disagree with him and we get over-the-top personal attacks as well, usually accompanied by calling us "crazy" which is one of the classic gendered insults. (I am definitely not the only one this has happened to; among his other targets was an elder of the tradition who provided evidence that he'd plagiarized her then-student's work). There is a long, ugly history there, including real-life horror stories of women being institutionalized for speaking out against injustice. (Cf. etymology of "hysteria" and the early history of the women's movement).

If you are still in doubt about any of the things I've said on the matter of plagiarism or anything else, here or elsewhere, ask yourself...who would respond to a false charge with viciousness? That kind of hostility and vengefulness is typically only seen when someone feels threatened. Nobody should feel threatened by an accusation with no substance behind it. Even if I hadn't offered careful documentation, the reaction alone gives credence to my statements.

Be that as it may, it's clear to me that Storm is never going to come to a realization of his moral failures on his own. Also my situation is different. My son is now an adult. I don't live in the same place...I now live in a very small town where all of my neighbors know me (and appreciate weirdness) and the police have a 90 second response time. Academics, it turns out, are kind of liberal, and they also have a strong code against plagiarism and completely understand where I'm coming from there. Any potential material harm is reduced to nil.

On another level, though, this was an attempt to belittle and intimidate me...to take my power away. And while I had logical reasons to not press the issue, I admit it galled me a bit to even give the impression that it might have worked. After all, giving in to bullies only encourages them. I promised myself that I would keep my mouth shut until certain situations (including legal cases and if you know what I'm referring to, no, Storm and Valerie were not on the side of the angels in that one, either) worked themselves out, and I would also give the people trying to rectify the situation the fullest possible amount of both time and benefit of the doubt. And then I would speak.

So then. I will take this weapon from their hands, permanently. This doesn't ameliorate the wrong, in my eyes; it just means I'm making the best of it, and reducing the likelihood that they will try this with anyone else by making it not worth the blowback and trouble. What they did, as I explained in the post I wrote when I shut down this journal, was a violation of common ethics. It was also a violation of specific sworn vows. They are oathbreakers, several times over.

My name is Sara Amis. If you wish to follow my personal blog, you can find it at The Consequence of Chance. I don't post there too often, but it does have a list of my current publications. I have a weekly column on Patheos.com, at A Sense of Place. I am on Facebook and Google Plus and Twitter. I have more writing projects in the works which will be announced when they happen, probably on my blog.

See you around.
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Let's say that you have this cousin, whom you find obnoxious.  He is always showing up and bringing his sketch-ass friends over, and sometimes when they leave you find stuff is missing.  Worse, your family has a treasure trove of your grandmother's silver, china, and glassware that is supposed to be for everyone in the family to use, but ONLY the family, and you discover that he has been taking some of it and pawning it and playing beer pong with the rest.  When you complain about this, he tells you it's HIS STUFF TOO and you can't tell him what to do with it, plus your other cousin had a party and used that stuff and you didn't complain then, never mind that it's not the same thing and none of her friends broke any of it.  When you point out that some of the stuff he is pawning and beer-ponging is actually yours, he claims it isn't.

Family gatherings are tense, full of passive-aggressive swipes and fake festivity.  Whenever you try to bring any of this up, he shouts you down and other family members shush you and ask what your problem is.  Even the ones who also don't like his behavior mostly say, "We can't do anything about it.  He is family."  Even though, if anyone ever does try to bring up family loyalty or shared inheritance with him as a reason for why he shouldn't act that way, he tends to shout that he doesn't care about any of that and storm off.

Eventually, one of the previously mentioned sketch-ass friends does something genuinely awful, or tries to, and you deal with it relatively discreetly so vulnerable people won't get hurt.  He defends said friend to the hilt and even accuses your dead uncle (who was kind of a jerk, but also very much dead at the time) of being somehow responsible. You have had enough.  It's so bad that you decide that you don't want to be associated with him any more.  He's not allowed at your house any more, you don't go to his, and since family gatherings mean he might be there, you don't go to them any more either.  You tell all your friends that your cousin might still be your cousin, but he is not your friend, and you don't want to have anything to do with him any more.  You feel sad about this; the family loyalty stuff that he scoffed at actually means something to you.  But you have to do something, and this seems like the only solution that won't cause you more grief.  It costs you something to separate yourself from your family this way, but it feels right.  It feels freeing.

He claims that you're lying, it won't last long, and he doesn't care very much anyway. Time rocks on.  Your life, you notice, is so much more pleasant and peaceful now. No sketchy people coming around.  No constant worry that something of yours might go missing or get "borrowed" without permission. No arguing. Maybe he's still playing beer pong with Grandma's crystal, but at least you don't have to look at it.

You realize that your cousin was a complete asshole and you are better off without him.

After a while, it turns out that his sketchy friend was not only the tool you said he was, he is now in jail. Some of your mutual friends hear about it, and even people who don't know you but know him and remember the situation, and they ask him, "Wait a minute, does this have something to do with why your cousin won't speak to you any more?"

He gets mad.  He says you never really left, and any way you'll be back any minute now.  Also you are a liar and were actually friends with the guy who is now in jail, that's how you knew what he was up to, and he brings up your dead uncle again.  Then he says he really wants to make up and be friends again, because family is important to him, and it's terrible you are so mean and stubborn.  Other people in the family seem to agree with him, at least about the making up part, but none of them are talking to you.  Those who *are* talking to you seem to understand your point of view about it all, and even in some cases are deciding they agree with you. Others continue as they were before.

Does he stop being your cousin?  No.  Do you want to be friends with him? Well, that would presume that he was ever your friend to begin with; you thought so at one point, but that hasn't actually been true in a while. A reconciliation would benefit him because people would stop asking awkward questions, but you realize that you really can't see how it would help you any. In fact, if it meant going back to the old days of pawned silver and sketchy assholes in your house, there are few things that sound less appealing. You have other friends, some of whom were staying away because they didn't like your cousin's behavior either. By kicking him out of your life you earned their respect, which you think is worth having.

You think about it for a little bit, imagine what that future might be like and what it would cost to get there.  You remember the trapped feeling you used to have whenever any of this stuff came up, and how everyone spoke, what it looked like, what it smelled like, how it was.You go back inside your house and shut the door.


PS.  This is a parable.  It has absolutely nothing to do with anyone in my real-life family.  All of my actual cousins are awesome and delightful.

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"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes. " ~Henry David Thoreau

"If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me?" - "Free Bird"  Lynyrd Skynyrd

"Either that wallpaper goes, or I do." - att. Oscar Wilde

I began this journal not quite ten years ago, in October of 2001.  In it I have recorded my frustrations, triumphs, hilarities, tragedies, hopes, and confusions for the better part of a decade.  I have made good friends.  I have won the Internet several times, so I am told.  I pissed some people off.  I learned that is sometimes a badge of honor, and sometimes not, and how one might try to avoid it when it isn't, and not worry too much about it when it is. I learned many, many things, and got some very important practice and encouragement in the art of expressing my thoughts.

And, I'm done. My life has changed dramatically...in some ways, my involvement in online communities was its own undoing, because I began this journal during a very difficult and isolated time in my life and it sustained me through some traumatic life changes.  These included witnessing my mother's final illness and helping to care for her during it, which I still consider the hardest thing I have ever done.  I received support and empathy from others, and a willingness to read my agonized ravings, for which I am still grateful.

But partially because of that support, I have become less isolated in my daily life.  I am more involved in face-to-face communities, which require time, and there's only so much of it in the day.  The biggest change however is that my writing has gone from a hobby to something approaching a career...I am in a completely different place in terms of work and what I am doing with my life than I was ten years ago.  As my career develops, it requires more and more of my time and especially my writing energy.  I haven't posted much in this journal of late, partially because I have so much else going on.  Including publications right and left, and more in the works.  Plus a full time job doing something I frankly love even when it tries my patience.

So, then.  It's time to move on.  I appreciate all of the people who have read what I've written here, and responded to it...with encouragement, with ideas I hadn't encountered, with new ways of looking at it, even with acrimony.  Every time you see my name in print somewhere, I want you to realize that you helped get me there.

That's probably enough, right there.  I should end on a high note, good feelings all around, that sort of thing.  Everything I just said is true and sufficient.  But if you've been paying attention, you know there are other, possibly lesser, reasons.  And if you know me by now...and I think you do...you know that I just can't let a parlor pachyderm go by me without pointing it out.

I've been a Pagan for nearly a quarter of a century.  More than half my life, at this point.  And I came up in the middle of a local Pagan community which is no less prone to drama, shenanigans, and ass-showing than any other, and more so  than some.  I was just as loud-mouthed and even more tactless in my early twenties than I am now, and I have done my share of provoking people.  They've also made me so angry I could spit fire.  I have witnessed behavior that was callous, childish, short-sighted, unethical, and just plain mean.  I've had people kick me out of a group behind my back, I've had people threaten me, and I've had people spread rumors that I'd been arrested.  I thought I'd seen it all.

Apparently not.  If you had asked me a year ago if I thought that a member of my community would attempt to damage my livelihood and put me and my son in physical danger by revealing my legal name, work place, and where I live, I would have said no.  Talking smack is one thing, but there are some lines you don't cross.  If you'd asked if a member of my specific religious tradition would do it, I would have said doubly no; because most of us swear an oath "to protect and defend our brothers and sisters in the Craft" and the ones who don't say those exact words still adhere to it as a moral concept.  No matter how much we may hate each other's guts, I would have said, we take that seriously.

Evidently, I was wrong. Perhaps it was naive of me to think that someone who had previously shown a serious lack of boundaries or moral compass would suddenly develop same, but then I had considered all of the people involved to be friends, once upon a time.  They had talked a good game (and still do talk it, apparently, though it's hard to see once the glamour is broken why you were ever fooled).  But when you look at what they do, rather than what they say, you start noticing discrepancies.

The ethical principle of not "outing" people is a widespread standard...one shared not only by all of the Witchcraft traditions I am aware of, but by the larger Pagan community, the LGBT community, and the online community.

The choice to post my name, town of residence (which is quite small), and place of work on the Internet along with some rather muddled "refutations" was made in response to my criticisms of a couple of Feri initiates, written up as a series of articles and also stated in an interview with The Wild Hunt. Those criticisms included fostering an atmosphere where abusive behavior could flourish, and plagiarizing the work of other initiates while claiming it as their own.  Apparently my criticisms stung.  As my father used to say, "the bit dog hollers."

Two justifications are currently given for this:  One, that I previously made connections between my legal name and the Feri Tradition (even though those pages are all defunct), and two, that I was "attacking" under different names and therefore it needed to be revealed that "all" of the names were the same person.

The first one may be dispensed with by this quote from the Judy Harrow article I linked to:  "The way to know how public a Witch is willing to be is simply to ask them. In very rare circumstances where you are truly not able to ask them, follow their example. Be careful not to rely on old statements or behaviors. The right to choose implies the right to change one's mind. Perhaps she was open in the freewheeling atmosphere of a college town, but now is struggling to establish a professional career. Perhaps he's in a new relationship, and his new lover has a stronger sense of privacy than the last one. Saying that somebody who had their legal name in the letter column of some obscure publication twenty years ago has yielded all right to privacy is about like saying that only virgins can ever say no. "

The second is simply a flat-out lie.  I made the connection between "elorie " and the "Sarsen" of freeferi.org and in the Wild Hunt article explicitly myself here.   I named this journal after a D&D character, and the fact that I chose to use the Craft name I've been known by for over a decade rather than my LJ handle for the articles and interview is indicative of nothing more nefarious than the fact that I don't ever go by "elorie" as a name.  More importantly, I never wrote anything about the individuals in question under my legal name, or any permutation of it. There might be some reason to emphasize the connection between "elorie" and "Sarsen" (though not to insinuate that I tried to hide it).  There was NO reason to include my legal name, except pure spite.

The real motive was actually stated in so many words in a previous version of the web page:  to impose "consequences" for my criticisms.  That is, to punish me for speaking out.  It should be noted also that another consequence of connecting this journal to my legal name was to out me as a bisexual...something I had never done myself in so many words.  The reason being that things like this still happen.  Moreover (as noted in the Geek Feminism article) I used this journal to talk extensively about my sexuality, both past experiences and what it meant to me.

If you are prone to assume that because one of the people involved is a gay man that he didn't intend that consequence or that he didn't mean it maliciously, I think you are wrong about that.  In any case, he and his partner have both made statements in my presence which I consider biphobic.

I did not address this openly before now for two reasons. One, I didn't want to compound the problem by drawing attention to it.  Two, I was told by mutual acquaintances that they would "talk to" the people who did this (it was more than one) and see if they could be made to see reason.  I was giving them time to think it over and back down without losing face.  Somewhat predictably, they haven't; in fact, they have doubled down on it.  I was also giving myself time to think it over.

I don't live in the same place any more.  I don't work in the same place.  I feel...somewhat...safer. After a good deal of consideration, here is what I choose to do:

  • This journal will be shut down.  I don't want to delete it, because it holds so much, but the vast majority of entries are now "friends only" and I am deleting most of my friends list.  Additionally, it will no longer be active; I don't intend to post here any more.

  • All of my active online presence will be connected with my published writing, one way or another. What personal information is there will not be of the kind that a malicious person might be inclined to sharpen a knife with.

  • While some of that connects me loosely to Pagandom at large, there is nothing that connects me with "Feri. " I remain a member of some queer-favorable organizations, but do not state my sexuality in so many words anywhere.

  • I fully intend to continue speaking out on issues I consider important, in intellectual and general terms.  If anyone was hoping otherwise, I am not sorry to disappoint them.

  • There will be no online venue where I discuss my specific religious practice.  There will be no online venue where I talk in any detail about my sexuality.  Those things are too personal for me to allow them to be used as a weapon against me.

I don't know if those solutions make sense to anyone but me.  They are the product of an attempt to resolve some conflicting impulses...primary of which are prudence vs. audacity.  There are reasons why I chose to draw the lines exactly where I did.   If I were in a different place with regard to my need for a specific kind of online community, I might have chosen differently.  It is not, in any case, up for debate.  This isn't me asking anyone's advice, any more.  This is me letting you know what I'm doing.  And while I know  that by necessity the larger Internet can see this...it's not really meant for them.  It's meant for you all, the ones who have listened to my tale for so long.

Fare thee well.


"But there you are:  Hobbits must stick together, and especially Bagginses. All I ask in return is: take as much care of yourself as you can, and bring back all the news you can, and any old songs and tales you can come by. I'll do my best to finish my book before you return." - Bilbo Baggins
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"Today was both more and less of an adventure than I was hoping for."

I then digressed into a long description of my attempts to find my ancestors by driving to where they were buried, some of whom refused to be found that day.  And witchiness.  I made, naively to my eyes now, casual references to my son, places, people.  I posted an invocation that I wrote, with no notion that someone might come along and decide to swipe it.  I talked about magic, and my hopes and fears, for an audience made up only of my friends.  I bitched about a certain significant other type person asking me to buy him cigarettes because I did not like contributing in any way to the smoking.

I was still in Reclaiming, and my coven still existed. My son was seven years old. I was broke, and worried about money.

"...well, at least I got signed up to this thing now. Which is a cool thing. I think that's it for today."
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First, read the commentary at Feministing on what Scott Adams had to say about men's "natural instincts" wrt rape:

How I knew this post was going to be terrible:

1. It’s by Scott Adams.
2. It’s called “pegs and holes.”
3. You can probably guess who’s the peg and who’s the hole.
4. There’s a strained metaphor about zebras and lions and watering holes.
5. You can guess who’s the zebra and who’s the lion.
6. Hugh Hefner plays the Everyman.



My thoughts on the matter:

I have instincts, too. When presented with stupidity of this magnitude, my natural instinct is to stomp its head into the dirt until it stops twitching. Yet an unjust society and its repressive law fails to recognize the primal beauty of my inborn urges. I am a proud lioness, born wild and free, who wants only to bite the patriarchal zebra in the neck and drag its mangled carcass back to the den to feed my cubs. MY BEAUTIFUL PREDATOR INSTINCT REMAINS UNFULFILLED. SOCIETY IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MY WOE.
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So, basically Sugar Ray Leonard in his new memoir gave an account of being sexually assaulted by an Olympic coach as a teenager.  Some soi-disant "feminist" on a blog (Echidne of the Snakes) is questioning his story because "of course" he would have fought back....and somehow conflates this with the "gay panic" defense.

As coffeeandink says, "Feminism, you're doing it wrong."

Aside from the general tackiness of accusing someone of lying about such a thing, and the unsavory racist odor of the poster's defense of his remarks....I find Leonard's account credible because of two things:

One, he describes a previous incident where the coach encouraged him to bathe naked with another athlete, and hung around to watch.  This is typical of the "testing" behavior that abusers will engage in (and undercuts the argument that whossname on the blog is making that it would be "too dangerous" for someone to approach a young boxer that way. It wasn't too dangerous because the abuser already knew that he probably wouldn't protest, based on previous incidents. There were probably others that Leonard either didn't choose to include or didn't realize were related).

Two, he says the coach praised his "bright future" then maneuvered him to be alone.  This is textbook manipulation.  It simultaneously feeds a young person's desire for praise and encouragement and works as a subtle threat:  "You have a bright future ahead of you, so don't do anything to screw it up."  Someone in a position of power such as a coach wouldn't have to say in so many words, "I can help you if you're cooperative, and hurt you if you aren't." It would be implicit.

This rings true to me because I have experienced something very similar....weirdly similar, considering I was at no time any kind of athlete.  But I did take martial arts as a freshman in college, and was pretty good at it.  My instructor praised me, told me I was unusually talented...and encourage me to come in after hours for individual instruction.  Whereupon he proceeded to make sexual advances.  I froze up, didn't say anything, left....and never went back. I dropped something I loved and was good at like a rock because of that.

So, yeah.  
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My pseudonym Molly Blue has a Twitter account; since the TravelingBobcat one is devoted to a poetry project, GollyMollyB is the one that I actually talk about stuff on.  I will in fact be co-modding a #FeministSF chat on world-building in a couple of weeks.
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It's really the same review as on Goodreads, but I thought I'd link to their site for those interested in such things:  Bitten By Paranormal Romance
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