Wise Old Crone
Most recently I discovered that this exists: It’s the gender symbol for barrenness. I didn’t even realize this was a thing. I honestly do not know how I feel about it. But I find it funny to think that I was rocking this symbol for years when I wore a paint can opener at work all the time.
Over the past couple of months, I’ve confirmed and accepted the symbolism associated with my current gender identity. My gender identity is crone. I’m the wise woman past the point of sexiness and child-bearing, but happily invested in improving the lives of those younger than me.
It sounds harsh, because the word crone has a pejorative connotation in our society where youth is worshipped. But, it’s the perfect fit for me and I think I love it. Crones are creepy old women – often associated with witches. I wanted to be a witch when I grew up since I was a tiny child. Go me, reaching those goals! It acknowledges the ugly, monstrous feelings I associate with my infertility, but subverts them into something sacred and powerful. I am Crone Gender.
