I'm not in anyway special but I do think my love of men extending to the sexual and my love of women devoid of the sexual is powerful and it's my grounding; I've not seen the world without it. The fact that gay boys, separated by geography and even generations and thinking they are the only person like that in their world find and are drawn to the same icons; people, ideas, aesthetics etc as others like them is a 'spirituality' in itself. There's the ability to find yourself without guidance. The queer community may lack the historic hierarchy, the 'storytellers' of our lives and gifters of legacies, the givers that the non-queer community have. Yet we seem to find it anyway in many different ways.
Even before I understood my place as I now see it in the great sociocultural, psycho-religious morass that we as a species decided to call "gender" I always felt most grounded by feminine principles and the feminine presences in my life, and guided by myself alone in my long and painful process of self-discovery. If anything, sexuality was my first and most precocious spirituality in terms of the inviolable, sacred qualities that I ascribed to those who I loved in my teenage years and the degree of my parasocial devotion, and I still view the spark of that desire as a key part of the manifestation of divinity. In part, my developing my own spirituality was intended to compartmentalize that urge away from actual people and into a more abstract, archetypal, ritualized form, that is my Goddess. I mentioned above several pagan traditions that have welcomed gender non-conformity as part of the divine, but even in that field associated now with very progressive folk there is much that exalts exclusively the heteronormative; I have known many queer Wiccans in my time, which is frankly baffling to me given how much the doctrine of Wicca is built on a strictly binary understanding of sex and gender and the exaltation of human fertility, not to mention general historical revisionism. My infertility as a woman without a womb is the source of great longing and discomfort to me, yet it is part of what makes me the queer being that I am, and in some capacity I must take pride in that, as my aforementioned predecessors did, in feeling at one with them and with the fabric of spirituality.
Which is a long way from Christian queerness, but this is strictly my experience of the intersection of these impulses in the mind.
