On Being and Becoming Queer
Last week was kind of a big deal. A massive and momentous inflection point on my journey of self-discovery.
A heroine’s journey of curious exploration.
A courageous journey full of twists and turns, of highs and lows.
A neverending journey of becoming.
I didn’t realize it at the time but my last piece chose to come through — and I to come out as queer — in the potent, liminal space between a new moon solar eclipse and the summer solstice. Nine months to the day that I met the woman who changed the course of my life — and opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities — with her radiant smile and her sexy swagger.
It remains to be seen whether she will be a catalyst for my awakening or a destination. A beacon of light guiding me forward or a sanctuary of the heart on my soul’s journey. The first and last woman to steal my heart or the first of many. Time will tell.
But what is true is that a seed was planted on the autumnal equinox last year and a queer woman was born nine months later as spring turned to summer. A beautiful lotus blossoming from the mud of my cumulative lived experiences.
A blossoming that broke me open.
A blossoming that is both an ending — a watershed moment of letting go of ill-fitting…
