I’ve gotten a lot of flak about being a queer woman with two moms. Although it was never said out loud, my parents told me that people were okay with their queer identities, but the second they mentioned having kids, friends, and family had negative opinions.

We live in a sexist world that is more than happy to validate the feelings of a misogynist queer. I’m talking about my identity as a human with my own human connection to the sacred feminine. The vast, unknowable creative mother spirit I alternately desired and rejected every day. Content to starve to death in my one-room life because I could not see through to a reality where I was safe enough to have feelings again.