Bronie, Ponies and Star Wars, OH MYYYYYYYY.

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Paganism and Witchcraft has become a very diverse world, where individual tastes, preferences, and beliefs vary greatly. Just the other day I was talking with someone and honestly, I was bashing someone’s belief system. Because to me it seemed too, “fluffy” and because she kept referring to herself as a “baby witch” which as you know grates on my ever-loving last nerve. But there I was, bashing someone for their beliefs.

I thought about it on the drive home. Wow. Had I become so jaded that I wasn’t willing to even think another’s beliefs were valid?

So, I messaged her. Talked to her for a while about her beliefs and about my beliefs. Found out that her belief system came from TIKTOK! She’d had trouble finding anyone to talk to or to mentor her! So we discussed what that looked and felt like for her. I finally felt like I had dug deep enough, I reached out to another friend who might fit her as a mentor and wham! A friendship was cultivated, a mentor was found and maybe some good information was shared.

Now, I’m not saying that if you want to be a TikTok witch that you’re wrong. I’m just saying some people want a little more guidance. I think that if that’s your thing, and you’re not searching for anything else, then GO FOR IT! Be the high muckety muck of TikTok.

It is crucial that we cultivate a spirit of acceptance and respect. One concept that embodies this mindset is "yucking on someone's yum." Let’s explore the meaning behind this phrase and why it is essential to foster understanding and appreciation for the diverse experiences and perspectives of others.

What does "Yucking on Someone's Yum" mean? "Yucking on someone's yum" is a vivid way of describing the act of disparaging or criticizing something that brings joy or satisfaction to another person. It is the act of belittling or dismissing someone's preferences, interests, or experiences simply because they differ from our own.

Every person has their unique set of preferences, interests, and passions that bring them happiness and fulfillment. Whether it's a favorite food, a hobby, a fashion choice, or a belief system, what matters most is that these choices hold personal meaning and bring joy to the individual. Whether it be a Ceremonial Wiccan Druid Shaman or being a Brony, or a member of the BDSM community. Those things might not be your thing, but they bring someone else joy.

Embracing the concept of "yucking on someone's yum" means recognizing and celebrating the diversity of human experiences. It is a call to acknowledge that what brings joy to one person may not resonate with another, but that does not diminish its significance or value. Instead of dismissing or ridiculing someone's interests, we should seek to understand and appreciate their perspectives, even if they differ from our own.

I fondly remember my first Science Fiction convention. I was not convinced. But I had made a costume (I’m a Sith Lady in the Dark Empire) and went to see what all the commotion was about. I had an absolute blast. That weekend I met amazing people from all over the world and even met George Takei and his husband. It was AWESOME!

I met Bronies, Ponies, Robots, Anime Characters and Movie Stars. Everyone of those people were a beautiful piece of humanity, who channeled what they loved into what they created. It was simply amazing. I had a full blown conversation with a Furry, and when I left, I had a whole new appreciation for what goes into that. I now had empathy for them. Knowing what I knew and comparing it to some of my own likes in my life that other people look down on.

Yucking on someone's yum often stems from a lack of empathy and an unwillingness to step outside our own comfort zones. By cultivating empathy, we can develop a deeper understanding of others' experiences and perspectives, even if they seem unfamiliar or unconventional to us. This empathy allows us to appreciate the richness and diversity of human existence.

Creating a positive and inclusive environment requires us to be mindful of our words and actions. Instead of "yucking on someone's yum," let's aim to uplift and support others, even if their tastes or choices differ from our own. By celebrating diversity and promoting acceptance, we contribute to a more harmonious and compassionate society.

You are Amazing, You are worth it. You belong. You are loved.

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