What is queer magic?
Queer magic doesn’t only happen on major Pagan holidays and full moons.
It’s not just about driving hundreds of miles out to the woods to drum in a circle wearing glitter and feather boas.
Queer magic is everything we do.
Touching a lover, digging a hole, making an altar, building a website, tending the dying, dressing for dinner—anything we do with our whole heart is queer magic.
Queer magic drips from our fingers. It’s the music that plays as we walk through the world. It’s divine creativity coming through and bursting into beauty all around us.
One way to find queer magic is to be told you’re a freak—and decide for yourself that’s OK. In fact, it’s fucking fabulous.
Queer magic transforms sex from something to hide or sell to a transcendent force that pulses up through our wide-open hearts and explodes the crowns of our heads. It turns gender into sacred masquerade, and shows us our own divine nature in the mirror of the beloved’s face.
It makes us comfortable with paradox, at home on the threshold. It lets us play together in a realm beyond binary dualism and hierarchies of dominance.
Queer magic stitches lovers and friends into a quilt of community. It breaks us free from the fragmented isolation of consumerist sprawl, and creates new forms of family based on love and generosity.
Queer magic may call us to certain archetypal roles: artist, shaman, diva, healer, witch, clown, priest. But whatever roles we play—however flamboyant or low-key our style—queer magic means expressing our authentic essence in everything we do.
That’s what makes us unique. That’s what makes us human. That’s what makes us queer.