Pagan? Me?

By denotation, I’m pagan.

1. one of a people or community observing a polytheistic religion, as the ancient Romans and Greeks.
2. a person who is not a Christian, Jew, or Muslim.
(source: dictionary.com: pagan)

By (popular) connotation, I’m not. Looking at how the word is used today, the understood definition of “pagan” is “a solitary Wiccan, or a witch not associated with a tradition”. The way the word has been presented to me in usage prompts a few more diatribes, but I don’t feel like race-baiting today.

By hell, I’ve stopped giving a shit. It finally sunk in that the only way to make such a label apply to me, is to willfully deny those parts of me that are emerging in favor of yet another construct. There is no sense in me continuing to tilt against this windmill. I am, what I am. And I’ll do, what I do. And I’m happy to have that. I don’t have to justify myself to others, or prove how (not) pagan I am.

Besides, to hear from most people that respond to my posts, I’m full of shit anyways and giving the Craft a bad name. So I’m sure my detractors are celebrating I can’t besmirch them anymore. They’ll only have themselves to blame.