This is my dresser/altar, at the moment. Yes, my walls really are pink. And, yes, that is a rubbery Halloween gargoyle that I got at Party City. No goddess statues or anything else spiritual or inspirational.
Why is it that gargoyles make me feel better. Maybe it's that I feel a need for protection more than a need for inspiration. Maybe it's that all the goody-goody sweetness and light spirituality feels too empty and meaningless (and confining).
Maybe it's that I'm so anal and repressed that I need something to help break me out and feel free to be myself. Who knows?