You know, it’s kind of funny for me to be talking about coming out of the closet at the age of 33. I came out as gay at about 18, and it seems like a lifetime ago. Now, I don’t even think about it, although I do have to constantly correct people who don’t know, and who assume that my partner is a man (poor Jessie).
An illustration of a person riding a broom.
But coming out as a Witch is something I perhaps held a little more hidden shame in. Don’t get me wrong – I am not ashamed to be a Witch. It’s just that it’s not something that comes up daily, despite the fact that I’m constantly banging on about crystals and planetary alignments, incense, meditation and crystals.