I love this story! For many years, even the word spiritual was too much for me to handle. I experienced a lot of abuse and rejection by religious people early in my life, having been brought up in an Evangelical Christian world. My queerness made me a pariah, and my reaction was to distance myself as much as possible from anything even vaguely religious.

I needed much of a lifetime to start getting over that. I needed as long to realize that spiritual could mean something non-toxic.

Friends of mine who love yoga helped me appreciate that. So did my late Jewish partner.

I loved reading this article about your experiences, and I'm really glad you shared it.

Queer people seek many paths to spiritual fulfillment, I think. Some of us are wounded, some not.

I appreciate your perspective!