From a little rural corner of the USA, I had to take the long way ‘round.
Took me until I was 30 to realize I was a lesbian. Took me another 8 years and a trip through postmodern gender/queer theory, including a time identifying as transgender, to finally make peace with my body, my sex, and my orientation – not to mention my place in the world. The secret lies in the words of women who have been through it, in the roots of our oppression, and the truth about how perfect we are, just as we are. All of us.
Knowledge isn’t just power. It’s sometimes salvation. If this blog can do anything to keep other women from suffering as I have, I’ll do what I can.
My handle, Strayaway Woman, derives from the Celtic tune The Strayaway Child. When I was eleven or twelve I heard The Chieftain’s haunting rendition, and walked with that melody away from my family and social circle, into the woods where I felt I belonged. That feeling stayed with me a long time, no matter how I tried to incorporate myself into larger society and circles of friends, until I grew into a woman who has chosen to stray away from so many expectations, so many roles, so many standards, that it has very much become who I am.