A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time. I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the river on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all time.
Ray Bradbury, Long After Midnight
Hello, and welcome to the new (and hopefully improved) Born of Venom blog!
My name is Rian (pronounced like Ryan), and I am a queer, neurodivergent woman in my 30s, living in the Ohio Valley region of what is now the United States, on the rightful lands of the Shawnee and Osage nations. I am a writer of both speculative and erotic fiction, a practicing witch, and a newly re-dedicated pagan. This blog is a dedicated space for me to record my feelings and experiences surrounding witchcraft and paganism.
So what kind of witch am I?
I have been practicing witchcraft on and off and in various forms for the past 15 or so years. I have strayed from and stumbled back onto the path many times. Currently, I identify as a folk witch, practicing North American folk magic, specifically the “granny magic” (or “mountain magic”) of the Appalachian mountains, which is itself heavily influenced by Scottish and Irish folk magical practices.