A Privileged Pagan

I want to talk to you today about privilege. The privilege to wear the symbol of your religion out in public without fear of hurtful ignorant words or worse. The privilege to practice your faith freely with out worry what your family may think or what may happen. The privilege to have your religious holidays nationally recognized.

I went to meet my girls for witchy time and on the drive back the thought of how lucky I am came back to my mind. I have read others post about how they had to come out of the broom closet or tell their disapproving family about their religious choices. I have talked to other witches that don’t feel safe in their own community because of the path they choose. I have talked to pagans who were harassed verbally and attacked physically.

I am so thankful I grew up in a different way. I live in a pretty open community. I wore a tank top out in public the other day with a Celtic pentacle on it and you know what. No one even looked or batted an eye lash. I came to this path young and my family was nothing other than sportive. My mom even took the opportunity to lean and now comes circle with us. When I came out out like opened my big fat mouth and told everyone I was a freshman in high school. Our school paper did a two page spread on me pictures included and I never had any backlash.

I am thankful and honored that I grew up and continue to live in such a place where I am free to be who I am.


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  1. My family is accepting and I am very grateful for that. Work however, they are hyper religious in their own way and tend to frown upon discussion of other religions besides their own. It is a sad thing when you want to avoid work on certain days because you know there will just be constant mention of church or prayer and your view will just be shut out completely. I am trying to find a bit more open of a work environment, so we shall see.

    • That does sound annoying at best. Hopefully it will all change for the better one way or another. Though I have done long stints of work where everyone was christian and assumed I was too because they liked me and they figured I had similar values so I must be to. I would go home and chuckle at night. I guess in the end that is my point. I am privileged beyond belief that in a country that “values freedom of religion” I don’t have to hide mine.

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