The Queer Woman
Symbol: The Celestial Star
A six-pointed constellation of memory. A belonging that needs no permission.
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You’ve always known your love was real.
Even before they gave you a name for it.
Even before you were brave enough to speak it out loud.
Even before you were told it was wrong, or radical, or confusing.
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You just… loved.
You wanted softness.
You wanted meaning.
You wanted someone to see the whole of you and say, “Yes. That.”
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And somewhere along the way,
you learned to carry all that sacred fire inside silence.
To translate your longing into something palatable.
To smile through misunderstanding.
To make yourself safe before you ever got to feel safe.
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But love was never the problem.
The world’s fear was.
And you? You kept glowing anyway.
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You are not confused or confusing.
You are not political.
You are not experimental, indulgent, or “still figuring it out.”
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You are exact.
You are celestial.
You are already known.
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You don’t need to explain the language of your heart.
You don’t need to shrink the shape of your love.​
You belong here—in this world, in this fire, in this ritual.
Just as you are.​