The Vulgar Witch

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But there is another archetype lurking in the shadows of the occult revival. She does not apologize. She does not curate a minimalist altar. She curses when she stubs her toe, laughs too loudly at funerals, and stirs her cauldron with a toilet plunger because the athame is in the dishwasher. The Vulgar Witch

So raise your chipped mug of burnt coffee. Toast to the hag, the crank, the crone, the unruly woman. Toast to the witch who spits, swears, and survives. This is