My Life as a Spiritual Prostitute
Oh sweetie, I've been around the spiritual block more times than a roulette wheel in a hurricane.
I have many labels: Ember Queen. Threshold Walker. Technomancer. (To name a few.)
I’ve held court in the spaces-between— Where healing is shadow-stained, where tears become kindling, and where soul alchemy is printed, punched, laminated, and possibly smudged with coffee. I don’t niche. I don’t normalize. I don’t apologize. I burn. This isn’t simply branding. It’s becoming. And you’re witnessing the bonfire in real time.
📍 Some days, I’m crafting a zine or altar card offering that channels Lilith’s rage into poetic rebellion.
📍 Other days, I’m decoding shadow wounds with stickers in one hand and a dry-erase marker in the other.
📍 And some days? I’m just quietly holding the line for someone else’s spark to remember itself.
I’m not here to scale. I’m here to sear.
Welcome to Colorfully Quirky & Combustible. Where the sacred is messy, the mystical is unapologetic, and the Priestess comes with sass, spice and soul.
🔥 No permission slips required. 🔥
Oh sweetie, I've been around the spiritual block more times than a roulette wheel in a hurricane.