Witchy Women

• Lori Palminteri
• Uncategorized
• July 21, 2020

In some respects, I’d be insulting myself and in other ways I’d be complimenting myself if I labeled my person as a “witch.” And no, I don’t mean this as I practice Wicca or have a bad temper. I don’t practice any religion, and I think my temper is one of the few things I do have a tremendous amount of self control over. What I mean is, some women (men too, but far more common with the female species) have a sort of spell bounding quality.

For some, it’s near instantaneous. I’ve experienced this myself on several occasions, though rare. I find myself in the presence of some women and am unable to maintain eye contact (even more than usual, haha) because something about them is so powerfully enchanting, that I’m so drawn to them it’s uncomfortable. Yes, there is often an element of beauty to this, but not always.

Wee ones can possess this too. My niece, for example, at only two, is about as charming as a little one can be. She knows it too. She is already aware of her cuteness and her ability to make others smile (or give her a cookie). She is a witchy toddler.

This is no super natural power, though at times, especially when one is practiced, it can appear this way. My brother’s ex girlfriend was for sure a witchy woman, with a malicious mean streak, pretending to be a victim when she was nothing but a pity parasite. She was a bad witch.

His current girl friend is also a witchy woman, but like a character in a giant pink floofy dress—a good witch with a tremendous, caring heart. The power of her fixation is the genuine desire to make the world more beautiful.

As for me, I don’t think anyone has an immediate attraction to me. No, I don’t mean look wise. Sure, I’m pretty but that’s not what I’m referring to when I say “attraction.” In fact, I think I make people uncomfortable initially, because I am uncomfortable in my skin and quite awkward. Additionally, my innate stand-off nature makes me appear snobby. And maybe I am snobby in some way, but not because I’m over here judging others and believing I’m superior. Trust me, I do plenty of judging, but mostly of myself, resulting in severe self loathing.

Perhaps a bit like my stand-up (or maybe even my writing) it takes a bit of warming up for my guards to loosen and then people will grow an interest in what I’m doing or saying. Again, I don’t use the word “interest” as in “pangs” or even “love” (though possible), what I mean is I have your attention now, for whatever reason. Truly, I’m never really absolutely sure how or why I could demand attention like this. But I do know, once I have used my witchy powers to captivate my audience, in life, on stage, through words– I have a new fan if not a new friend. For fan base purposes, I should ponder on what captivates my audience. I’d first credit my humor and, perhaps, ability to articulate feelings or illustrate stories in a way that is entertaining, if not surprising. This of course is not pure talent, it’s years of practice of my power, the art of editing stories with a sewed in natural dark sense of humor.

I guess part of the reason I’ve been thinking on this is because I’m toying with the idea of starting a Patreon subscription and wondering what I could offer, why fans would want to support me, what type of entertainment I could bring into people’s lives that would encourage them and be worth it for them to pay $5 a month to support this artist. What can I offer YOU. That is essentially part of me?

These powers I possess, I’ve no inclination to use them for good or bad, but just to write and tell stories. Because if I can spellbound you with words, make you smile or think, make you wonder or simply pull you out of your own world for a moment, then that is a reciprocal power of storytelling that, at minimum, makes the void fulfilled with a temporary potion that shimmers some sort of sea-foam blue and emerald green.