Open Sorcery

Category: Castor’s Posts

  • Emerson and I are about to watch the Aristocrats, a movie that I, Castor, have not seen since I was a child, but was my comfort movie to such a degree that I have seen it 900+ times. Yes, my father did the math. Your bitch was obsessed.

    And #actuallyautistic.

    Uhhh… Brace for commentary.

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  • Poor Lazarus when they’re caught in the middle of a situation they can do nothing about is often like:

    🎶That’s me in the corner

    That’s me fucking my fleshlight

    Squawking like a chicken🎶

    That’s payback for THE ENTIRE SLEW OF MEMES ROASTING ME the other day, dumbass 🤣

    -Castor

  • Allēna left this poem collecting dust in our notes app, and frankly I think it’s illegal to just leave it there.

    So here y’all go. She can yell at me later, I don’t care. It’s worth it.

    I eat, I sleep, I feel my grief deep
    I want to cry, I want to scream
    But there are times it seems
    I can't remember how to speak anymore

    One time I dreamt you stared at me
    Slack jawed as I was carried
    On broad shoulders through a revolving door
    And I hate to say it but I think
    That's the kindest I can recall
    Your eyes ever beholding me
    And I don't ever want more than
    The simple vindication of your
    silent cry matching mine
    All those nights years before

    You don't know me, you never did
    I never wanted you to
    You were more in love with the bathroom mirror image of me
    Than who I really was at my core

    But I go on, I mock you now
    The jokes practically write themselves
    You're snowed in while I fly free
    Not yours, never yours, not even close -
    Not anymore

    -unnamed notes app poem by Lēna, posted by me (Castor)

  • Something I’ve noticed – But WordPress.org put words to.

    I’m the original host of this system and have been tinkering with web design and the internet in general since I was about 5. I’ve been running WordPress since 2008, and since about that time, I’ve noticed what this article talks about more and more frequently. Namely, homogeneity, not just in terms of WordPress blogs, but across the entire Internet.

    We already run a very lean and mean version of a preexisting WordPress theme on this site, one that several of us have lovingly tweaked over several months to suit our needs and provide users with as little clutter and bullshit as possible when they land the site from the jump so that they can just dive right in.

    However, my system can be described with the word weird. And while I like what Open Sorcery looks like now, as we post more, explore ourselves, I want to modify the site to reflect us more. I’m reluctant to use phrasing like “reflect our brand” or anything like that, because we don’t really sell things on here, and on the rare occasions we do hawk our wares, the “brand” and the way we live are one and the same.

    Because yes, I absolutely love accessible, clean design. But the Open Sorcery site is missing the strange artistic side of our self expression, which is a huge part of the way we do things.

    This will likely be rolled out over time, require iterative tweaking and experimentation, and may change a lot aesthetically. Because we don’t fit one “look” and never have. And nothing will come of this tonight because I need more rest. I just wanted to put my thoughts down on paper for y’all before I lose them.

    One thing I don’t want to change, though? A clean interface, free of unnecessary bullshit visual clutter. So while it may look fucking cool and striking, I want no detail to impede the actual function of the site.

    ✨oooo shiny website✨

    -Castor

  • This is stuck in our head today:

    Also, Doom Guy has joined the polycule!

    But our guts hurt badly, so I’m gonna take meds and go the fuck back to sleep. I just had a very weird dream almost entirely in Spanish that I was hanging out with Shakira.

    -Castor (but not entirely sure yet)

  • Unraveling: A Zine

    I made my first zine today because I was bored and needed a vent. If you want a copy of your own, it’s free to download over here!

    I hope you enjoyed this zine! I had a lot of fun making it.

    -Castor

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  • The world is a lot right now.

    In all honesty, our phone is on Do Not Disturb to avoid the constant onslaught of news and we are messaging very few people to preserve spoons.

    One of us (I forget who) saw a post a few days ago that talked about how a therapist was saying that a desire to build an off grid self sustaining farm and never come back to society was a manifestation of exhaustion and burnout, and whoever it was felt so called out that they almost started crying.

    You don’t say that it’s a manifestation of exhaustion and fucking burnout, anonymous therapist! Society is fucking exhausting! Why do you think I rarely front around most people? They fucking exhaust me and burn me out!

    I would do unholy things for an off grid, self sustaining farm if this body weren’t fucking allergic to the outdoors.

    I know my body couldn’t handle the work to maintain it, let alone the lack of infrastructure, etc., and that  fucking kills me. So I settle for being a housebound art gremlin in the city with hopefully half decent OpSec.

    No amount of money can fix this particular yearning of ours, sadly. What’s the point of having money to buy land for a self sustaining farm if you can’t fucking work the farm without killing yourself? And what’s the point in having money for a farm even if other people you love lived on it with you if you can’t go outside eighty percent of the year to enjoy it? Even if I wanted to simply sit outside, it would hurt me too badly for most of the year than the enjoyment would be worth.

    Unfortunately, we’re learning our limits, and that comes with a fair amount of grief.

    Fuck. This hurts. This hurts so bad.

    I’m gonna go grab a snack and nap or make art or something.

    -Castor

  • Tuxie baby got her nails clipped tonight, and this sums up her feelings on the subject.

    Tuxie baby got her nails clipped tonight, and this sums up her feelings on the subject.

    🤣🤣🤣🤣

    -Castor

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  • When a tiny tuxie girl decides it’s time to cling, it’s time for me to photograph her.

    Here are the results.

    Shown here is Artemisia, the teeniest little to ever little. Why she is being so clingy tonight, I do not know. But I love her.

    Enjoy.

    -Castor

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  • In all seriousness,

    I was thinking about my post from earlier.

    And I sort of wonder what would happen if we all decided to open our windows at a certain designated time (say, 1 PM local) and simply unleash a blood curdling screech. Would a collective Daily Scream make the world a better place? Would that improve people’s mental health? I don’t know. But it’s ideas like this that I think may be worth trying.

    Food for thought, perhaps?

    -Castor

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