So far, my forays into organized, public Pagandom have been...less than stellar.
In a very short period of time, I've experienced:
1. Middle-aged men looking to get skyclad with nubile young things of both sexes, because his Christian wife doesn't jive with his religious expression.
2. Altars set up on beer coolers.
3. A lady, most unfortunately wearing a lycra body suit, whispering "Not one of us" to her shopping companion, so as to be sure I overheard her.
4. A lady with a VERY LARGE quartz crystal around her neck informing me that my aura is Black. (It's a very dark shade of indigo, thank you very much.)
Not really feelin' the love.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I've remained solitary this long for a reason.
I think I'll grab the Halloween candy and enjoy a bad-movie marathon.
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