"Forget your perfect offering/ Ring the bells that still can ring/ There is a crack in everything/ That’s how the light gets in."
Happy Valentine’s Day, folks. I think of “Anthem” as a love song — about loving yourself, loving others, and loving the mystic & Divine. So, here you go. Here’s my imperfect offering.
I know lots of people have bad feelings about V-Day. Mine aren’t as bad as they are mixed. The holiday's origins are pretty fucking awesome. I mean, yeah, I hate the Hallmark cheezy-ness, the heteronormativity, the focus on how if you’re single or in any kind of non-traditional relationship, you suck/fail.
But for me? A queer slutty girl with lots of non-primary lovers, who has a big & wonderful chosen family of amazing friends & sweeties? I just think of today as a day to celebrate all the kinds of love I feel for all the awesome people in my life. I am so thankful for the abundance of love — in all its many varieties, from the lusty kind to the friendly kind — in my life. I am a lucky, lucky lady. And I am loved, and loving.