Metaphysical rant: In Which I actually label myself, omg

Before I begin-this track is $#%@! beautiful.

Recently I have found myself put on the spot more and more often to identify myself as something or another. Now, I am a firm believer that labels equal limitations, and as such I haven’t called myself anything besides a generic ‘Pagan’ or ‘Witch’ in a long while, even though even these seemingly simplistic labels are also by nature loaded ones. So, given the choice, I don’t usually choose to give myself a label.

However I am under increasing pressure from my BF to do so. He’s curious as to what goes on in my head (a curiosity that has spelled the end of many brains), and so I think that I should probably answer it as best as I can. Of course, this usually defies verbal explanation so it’ll get turned into a piece of work itself.

( (I am a cut. Hmm.) )