Will the Real Witch Bitch Please Stand Up?
What Exactly is a Deviant Witch?
““You won’t find me. Not now, not ever. I will find you, when you least want to be found!””
Names, Titles, and the Right to Claim Them
Let’s start with this: a Deviant Witch can be male, female, trans, nonbinary, the body does not define the craft. Call yourself Witch, Warlock, Sorceress, Shaman, Satanist, or anything else that fits your path. Respect it, Know It, Own it. Fix it into your skin.
What matters here is this: if you practice Witchcraft, you’re a Witch.
The Witch of Old vs. the Witch of PR
Go back through folklore, fairy tales, trial records: Witches were cunning, ruthless when needed, tender when it served. They weren’t afraid of spit, blood, dirt, or bone. They weren’t running PR campaigns to look palatable. They weren’t polishing themselves into saints.
Contrast that with the image so often sold today: sanitized, sweet, Instagram-filtered ‘Aesthetic Only’ witches who never curse, never bite, never get their hands dirty.
That is not Witchcraft. That is branding.
The Deviant Witch Defined
A Deviant Witch is a practitioner who brings Witchcraft back to its full form, potent, cunning, dangerous, sacred, profane. We don’t care if people fear us. Fear is not the point. But neither do we coddle the masses with Care Bear imagery.
We are not here to terrify for shock value. We are not here to sell watered-down sugar for easier digestion. We are here to be what witches always were: powerful, cunning, adaptable, and unflinching.
A Deviant Witch does the work. Learns what they don’t know. Respects what they don’t yet understand. Files away what doesn’t resonate now, knowing it may serve later. Challenges themselves. Refuses comfort for too long. Seeks knowledge not to hoard, but to sharpen.
This is what makes us Deviant: not rebellion for rebellion’s sake, but refusal to be silenced, simplified, or stripped of our teeth.
The Lie of the “Good Witch”
Let’s be blunt. One of the biggest problems today is the obsession with painting witches as “all good.” Safe. Soft. Sabrina (the 90’s sitcom version) with a smile.
We are told to behave. To be nice. To follow rules that make us digestible. That witches don’t cast in anger. That darkness is just a myth. (sound familiar?)
Bullshit.
A Deviant Witch does not deny the truth of our duality. We are loving when we need/want to be, ruthless when we must be. We embrace both currents. We do not sugarcoat our Craft for public relations. If the world cannot stomach it, that is their problem, not ours.
Because being lied to is dangerous. If someone told you they were all love and light, and you invested deeply in that relationship, only to discover later that they’d hidden half their truth, wouldn’t you feel betrayed?
So why should Witchcraft be any different?
The Rogue Creed of the Deviant Witch
Trust: there is no other Bitch like us.
Trust: there is no other Prick like us.
Trust: there is no other Witch like us.
We are the Rogue Agents of Balance.
To thine own self be true.
What is right for me may not be right for you.
We need not your approval.
Your words are meaningless chatter.
We answer to the Spirits. To the Ancestors. To our own blood.
We thrive in darkness.
We own the light.
We wield both without apology.
There is nothing you can hurl at us we cannot transmute.
We are angels and demons riding the night.
We bless. We curse.
We love. We ruin.
Our masks are many. Our truths the same.
Do not pin us down, lest you drown in our tide.
Know this above all:
The Deviant Witch does not dilute.
The Deviant Witch does not apologize.
The Deviant Witch endures.
We are not Care Bears. We are not sanitized mascots for mass approval. We are the real thing, brutal and ravishing, cunning and sacred, dangerous and devoted.
If you can’t handle that truth, stop here.
But if you’re ready to see yourself whole, light, dark, and everything between, step closer.
The real Witch Bitch has already stood up. The only question is: will you?
