I’m rabidly agnostic neopagan. I’m unclear, or maybe ambivalent, about the whole existence of God/dess/es. Sometimes I experience Them within my body, speaking with my vocal cords, and I cannot doubt that They are real, and other-than-me. Other times, I am equally certain that this (religion/spirituality, most especially but not exclusively neopaganism) is all a bunch of play acting by adults who have difficulty facing reality, and have created an SCA-style “religion” that no one except the craziest actually believes in. Most of the time, I’m somewhere in between.
That being said: if/when I believe in God/dess/es, I believe in something so far removed from humans as to be unfathomable. “Love,” sure, why not. It’s as good a term as any. (But also Hate and Indifference, which I believe are only forms of Love twisted by fear.) This Divine It has no gender or genitals or body - except that It is within you and me and that guy over there and this shoe and that pile of shit and the furthest star.
But, except when I’m high or in love or really well in trance, I can’t wrap my head around that very well. I can wrap my head around Athena. I can ponder wisdom and war and Maidenhood and begin to grasp that particular slice of the universe. Likewise, I can grok Zeus. Petty, horny, prone to temper tantrums and infidelity? Got it.
I can’t grok It. But I can grok pieces of It, and eventually, maybe, I’ll have grokked all of It bit by bit, and then I’ll remember that I am It. Then I won’t need a body or genitals, either. (But I may miss them and choose to come play with a body again.)
Like kanicbird, I believe that different people have been visited or gifted with knowledge by a certain slice of It. Sometimes those parts are quite contradictory and even antagonistic. But none of them is all of It.
So, tealdeer: It is without gender. But my lazy brain often assigns a gender because it’s exhausting to think of genderless all the time.