Here’s my secret: I want to set up a spiritual business. I want to put out a nice shiny shingle that says “professional psychic.” I’d love to make a living out of my woo.
Actually, I wish I could just fucking own my woo. Respectability politics be damned. I’m weird as shit, and I don’t want to pretend I’m not any more. I don’t want to pretend that I’m something I’m not, because it’s fucking killing me inside. I’m sick of closets. I’ve seen the inside of too many of them in my life. I want to come out.