The Grimoire is a zine dedicated to creating a safe space for the thoughts, musings, and creative output of female identified and gender expansive folk.
Help the Grimoire celebrate our one year anniversary! This October we bring you our best Zine yet filled with glorious sex, blood and fire. Because what better way to ring in another Halloween weekend than with your favourite witches and a zine filled with glorious sins? (answer: there isn't a better way)
Rough Itenerary:
7pm gather at Belljar
8pm Readings
8:30 - ?? dance, hang, do spells, summon Lucifer
Costumes highly encouraged but not mandatory.
Friendly reminder that this is on Friday!
If you are in Toronto consider launching your Halloween weekend with the latest edition of the Grimoire Zine!
Get us your stories, art, poetry, lists, rants, text message history with that one asshole, found poetry from text message history with that one asshole, recipes, curses, hexes, self care advice, how-to’s, quizes etc. etc. etc. to [email protected]
Help the Grimoire celebrate our one year anniversary!
This October we bring you our best Zine yet filled with glorious sex, blood and fire. Because what better way to ring in another Halloween weekend than with your favourite witches and a zine filled with glorious sins? (answer: there isn't a better way)
Rough Itenerary:
7pm gather at Belljar
8pm Readings
8:30 - ?? dance, hang, do spells, summon Lucifer
Costumes highly encouraged but not mandatory.
Feel free to invite any and all friends, relatives, lovers, lovers' friends and relatives, relatives' friends and lovers, friends' lovers and relatives...I'm running out of combinations.
All are welcome!
Hey there! quick question about your call for submissions ft. sex, blood and fire. Is menstruation fine? I'll begin drawing my submission tomorrow if it is all good ^____^
Of course! We love stuff about menstrual blood! And also we’re super excited to see your piece :D
We accept art, poetry, prose, lists, open letters, comics, rants, stream of consciousness, photography etc. etc. So long as it is 2D and shows up well in black and white.
This October will be our one year anniversary of the Grimoire! This is very exiciting!
For this edition our theme is Sex.
As vague as you want, as literal as you want, as happy as you want, as sad, as angry, as sexy, as bad, as good, as metaphorical, as symbolic, as whatever and however you want! Woo!
Suggested additions/things to run with to the theme: blood. fire.
We accept: poetry, prose, art, comics, photography, lists, thought pieces, open letters, satire, etc.
From the wonderful creativity of Dangerstorm and Emily Helldog. We present at the Grimoire would like to present to you “I Like My Shirt”. It is a representation of one woman's journey to find shirts, love, acceptance, and fame.
The Largest Love Boutique in Toronto
by Emily Helldog
Published in February “Doomed Love” 2016
“It’s toxic, but terrific,” he says with a grin and ushers you into his store.
He’s holding a cane, and calling your name. He has a special. It’s perfect for you. His head is capped with an ostentatious hat. It’s purple and green and blue.
“Welcome to the boutique! The prices aren’t cheap, but I promise, we carry only the finest.”
Neon signs all around leave you spellbound, these gleaming promises of pleasure and pain. For your nipples! For your dick! For your pussy! High tech gadgets glitter purple and pink: for her, for him, to stimulate the heart, soul, and clit.
“Ah, she’s a beaut,” he laughs with a hoot, noticing your gaze linger on a leggy brunette.
God, this one’s so tall and thin.
He looks at you and leans conspiratorially in, “Don’t get too attached, there’s plenty more within.”
He ushers you to the back, past the “Love Eliminator” vat. He stops at a velvet curtain. And with his toothy grin, he draws you in, “We’ll find you the One. I promise.”
“This one could do,” he gestures, and starts to whistle a tune. “Not much of a talker, but look at those knockers.”
A headless body stands at attention, it’s a mannequin—no, no, it’s a body. Its perky nipples are an impossible red.
“Now, a custom head costs extra...”
You shake your head no and begin to turn away–
“Ah, but wait, this one’s a trifecta! A cook that never eats; a tender listener who never speaks; and a sexual being that will never cheat.”
The body has a head and is clad in dress of black and red. She smiles sweetly at you from the corner. You close your eyes and imagine her supple breasts. You nod your head in a definite yes.
He pulls out a contract. “Now the terms are quite simple—ah, would you just look at her dimples? —just promise me one little thing. On a day years from now, she’ll look on with a frown and realize that loving you is not enough. On that day, she’ll ask for more; but don’t give in, just come back to our store. I live for your loneliness, I pine for your fear—my dear, that’s what love’s all about! But I’ll always have something bigger and better (or smaller, according to your tastes). Compromise kills, and submission is no better, so just come back again to shop at our boutique.”
“Yes, yes, go ahead and sign right here. A glass of champagne? Or would you prefer a beer?”
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