I have heard it said that the Universe listens to every peegirl prayer and that the Goddess answers as the Goddess is - and is everywhere - even in seemingly lifeless textiles and fabrics that can be brought to life, and can love the one who holds them close to her skin because she has baptized them with her sacred yellow precious urine.

A very arrogant misogynist false intellectual from the 18th century said that a "fetish" was the most "debased" form of spirituality because animism - the idea that all objects possessed at least some semblance of consciousness as part of a conscious Universe - did not admit the supreme hierarchy of a patriarchal ownership-based system of, well, let's call it what it was/is, coercion and threat.

I can't express how much my heart and soul and body ache and yearn to join a wild peegirl coven who will pierce this pall of horror that has smothered the world for far too long. 

 I want to come home from a New Year's night of drinking peppermint alcohol and juice and pee my already pee-soaked damp bedding and snuggle under my nice pissy blanket and dream. And then in the morning the cadre of powerful peegirls from the coven will filter in, from their own New Year's night adventures in the woods spent worshiping the Pee Princesses Goddess Inanna Moongloe. They will all smell so strongly of mixed combined girlpee and they will be tired but happy to be among real friends in a trusting loving place. And one by one they will squat and hiss their nice pretty piss onto the pillow and down my throat and into the bed and pet my head and tell me that the Pee Princesses world is coming true and all we need to do to make it happen is believe in it. And we will all hold our pee-soaked hands together in a circle and breathe in the nice smell and it will begin happening everywhere. 

 Can we all work on this for 2023? Thanks in advance!