"That's why I call myself a witch now: the Wicked Witch of the West, if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention." -Elphaba Thropp, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
I think quote rings truer than most everything I know. When you take a label, you take a plunge into the world. You are basically saying to the world 'Hey! This is what I am!' and you wrap yourself in all of the connotations that the label has. Sometimes the world will agree, and sometimes the world can go eat a sack of baby dicks for all I care. And if you have something to say about the decapitation, collecting, sacking and consumption of infant penises, shut up and stop hating, fuck you very much.
I think I used the same argument when this one kid called me a fake Latino back in high school... Telling someone to eat a sack of infantile members really has no comeback. Where I'm from, "Suck my dick" is a very big argument-stopper, but with the context, it would be easy to equate the opponent to a baby... Okay, rhetoric lesson over.
Anyway, the point is, the world is being imprinted with your identity as you define it. I know the purpose for my identifying as a witch, especially since the sort of magic I believe in is considered heresy by 'real' witches and just plain odd by non-witches, is basically to draw attention to myself.
Any dumbass can claim to do something, but if I can claim to do something and then remind the audience that I'm a witch, when I do it, it sparks talk.
Joe: I can change a lightbulb.
Me: I can change a lightbulb as well, but with magic.
Me: I can. Change the lightbulb and I'll do it.
Audience: *Watches with awe*
Joe: *Changes lightbulb*
Me: And there you have it! I have successfully changed a lightbulb.
Joe: No, I did!
Audience: Yeah, Joe did.
Me: No, I used magic to enter his mind to make him do it. You see, he only claimed that he could change a lightbulb. I used magic to motivate Joe into actually changing the lightbulb.
Both you and I know that the logic and explanation are shit, but if you think about it, a better rhetorician could spin it in such a way that you believe it. Sort of how conmen and salespeople convince you that you need something and then proceed to sell it to you. They create a desire and then proceed to fill it. Dirty as that sounds, it's the truth.
And I'm done.
Fuck you very much, baby dick eater.
Not you, dear reader. He knows who he is.