If you come and she doesn’t…you didn’t fuck her, she fucked you.
Original version of Marceline’s “Fry Song”, by Rebecca Sugar.
"My cursed blood is your cursed blood
So come on back and be my bud
I can count your visits on my fingertips
So come back and give me presents from your business trips…”
The archetype of the witch is long overdue for celebration. Daughters, mothers, queens, virgins, wives, et al. derive meaning from their relation to another person. Witches, on the other hand, have power on their own terms. They have agency. They create. They praise. They commune with nature/ Spirit/God/dess/Choose-your-own-semantics, freely, and free of any mediator. But most importantly: they make things happen. The best definition of magic I’ve been able to come up with is “symbolic action with intent" — “action" being the operative word. Witches are midwives to metamorphosis. They are magical women, and they, quite literally, change the world.