When I was very young my parents taught me that our family were members of an exclusive club. As such we knew what was what! We knew what was good and knew what was bad. If we were nice, then, when our lives came to an end, the “very essence of who we were” would receive an invite to a fabulous party from a kindly old Father Christmas kind of a bloke. If not then we were toast!
If we could
follow a few simple rules then lifetime membership was assured. Fine and dandy
until I discovered that I was ‘intrinsically disordered’- still ‘loved’ by the
membership as a transgressor but acknowledged to be engaged in unacceptable
practices and headed for the incinerator. My crime? I was a male lover of men.
Sadly the
faerie tale with the happy ending beyond the grave blew up in my face. The club
waited patiently for me to do the honourable thing but I refused to crawl away
in shame.
Instead I
rejected the whole non-sense of it all and signed up as a Five-Star member of
the club which dedicated itself to affirming the ridiculousness of every tenet
of that exclusive club. There was no ‘good’, no ‘bad’, no ‘very essence of who
we are’, no kindly old bloke, no party, no incinerator! There was a scientific
explanation for everything and anything considered to be inaccessible to
scientific enquiry was simply decidedly dodgy.
I managed for a
few years until ‘the very essence of who I was’ began to feel ignored,
neglected and undernourished. Unscientifically I identified this aspect of
myself as my Spiritual Nature and set about looking at how to tend to its
special needs. None of the popular exclusive clubs wanted to help me. I learned
the technique of meditation and found that a state of mindfulness allowed some
breathing space for what came next.
I began to see
that to fulfil my potential I needed to find ways of exploring and developing
BOTH my Spiritual Nature AND my Queer Self in ways that had, until then, seemed
impossible.
I would need to
manifest and become the religion I was seeking. And finally I would learn that my Spiritual Nature IS my Queer Self!
The word
religion derives from the latin word religare which means to bind. It is only
relatively recently in the history of western religion with its attacks on
pagan earth respecting traditions and its slaughter of cat-keeping witch-faggots
that queers have been demonised by religious groups
More
enlightened ancient cultures used to recognise their sexuality and gender
variant members as ‘two spirit’ or ‘walkers between worlds’. They were simply
respected for their giftedness. From the margins it is second nature to
understand conflict and heal it. Ancient queer priest-priestesses were afforded
sacred roles in the creation of tribal ritual, which served in the re-binding
of the communal spirit with itself and the divine.
Let us all
therefore reclaim our ancient heritage as Queer Spirit Warriors!
Let us joyously
manifest Queer Genderfuck Spirituality!
May the Church of
Queer heal the wounds of our global village!
A(wo)men