My stepmother’s pack of Goddess oracle cards was one of my earliest bisexual awakenings. Ever the story-teller, I’d make up narratives where they’d marry each other and thrive in a world without men. Whilst tarot, astrology and holistic philosophies were a key part of my formative years within the home, I rarely heard them discussed outside my family. If they ever were, it was with a mocking tone. But fast-forward to my second year at university and I had many friends who declined invitations to parties due to rituals they had put in place to coincide with the cycle of the moon. Whilst not all my spiritual friends were LGBTQI, they certainly made up the majority. So what
