Daima @Daima@occult.camp

Okay, so a more formal #introduction!

I'm a 30 year old queer lady (cisgender pansexual woman.) By day I'm an archivist that specializes in metadata, description, and cultural trauma. I'm a goth girl, witch, and knitter all of the time. I also like reading, writing, cooking, baking, sewing, LARPing, and dancing badly to good music. I have bipolar disorder/anxiety, so I toot about that too.

My #witch interests are in energy work, tarot, and stitch/thread magic. I worship deities of war, the arts, healing, and fate. I am a fae descendant and am learning more about those connections. I'm an eclectic witch/pagan that forges their own path.

Let's be friends!

At this point, I'm almost exclusively posting at witchcraft.cafe. Since I was specifically looking for a witchy instance when I joined Masto, I think I'm going to move my account only there. Y'all are great and I hope I do this right so I still follow you all.

With every apartment viewing, I probably confuse viewers with all the skulls, knitting paraphernalia, and Holocaust texts.

I think I have too many t-shirts.

Oops, forgot to post the picture.

In unrelated moving updates, I’m pretty sure we can sell stock in pens. This is what happens when two writers where one is a union/political organizer live together.

I am keeping two guardian-type charms up until the absolute last minute though: this raven hanger in the front of the apartment and a tiny hematite charm in the back. #occulttalk

Sad stage in packing: putting the altar away. #occulttalk

My supervisor at work has massive anxiety and some depression and is convinced he is incompetent and whiny and terrible. Yet everyone in this office and the wider library adores him as he is such a kind, funny, and good person.

It's amazing how much stupid brain chemistry distorts how you see your qualities. It makes me sad.

I used up all my endorphins and now I’m sad, hugging Ellie, and missing Gentleman

I win at life.

CRAP, forgot eye contact in the CW. I'm so sorry!

My hair person is a delight.

Trying to get back on my bullshit with my meditative/mindfulness practice. Got an hour done when knitting and it was...okay. I think my earlier quasi-migraine was making it hard for me to come back to the quiet spot in my head. Still, better than nothing! #occulttalk

(For the record, I *am not* of the Cat Sidhe as far as I know, but I was wearing the Cat Sidhe earring today.)

Creepy dude: "I like your earring, that cat. Aaaalll black too. You're goth, right?"

What I want to say: "No, I am a witch. A woman of the Sidhe, wielder of the power of the Cat Sidhe who brings those to death at night."

What I actually say: "Sometimes."

Sigh. Not one of my braver days.