That term came to me early 2022 and I feel it describes me well.
I love the word queer; it feels liberating and free to me. I know it doesn’t for everyone, though. That’s ok.
I like to call myself a queer woman – and I’m also questioning what it really means to me to be a woman. You see, I learned a lot from talking to many gender-delightful people on my podcast and I’ve been questioning gender ever since. I don’t have all the answers yet, but one thing I know for sure: gender roles piss me off more and more.
I’ve been queer all my life (but didn’t realise it, or didn’t have the language for it) but it’s only more recently I’ve realised I’m a mystic. What that means to me is that I’m an intuitive, sensitive to the unseen realm, and learning to trust my intuition. Throw in a bit of witch and wizard (because fuck gender) and mystic sums it up quite nicely.
Neurodivergence! Another term I’ve learned recently, and I’m certain that applies to me as well. SO much makes sense in hindsight when you learn to understand yourself, and your place in the world, better.
Ain’t self-discovery grand? When it’s not painful, that is…