Recently I saw this as a prompt for a post online: “…some of the stonefemmes I have talked to recently have an interesting way of describing themselves in their relationship to stonebutches. One called herself a “vessel” and another a “canvas.” In your ideal scenario: Femmes, how would you describe yourself? Butches, how would youContinue reading “A vessel or canvas?”
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The Promise of the Shaman
Not my work, but made of the work that calls me the strongest. Worth the time to read, if you just take the time for it. And I needed it so. I read it over and over, inside my head, then out loud, and the words felt delicious so I had to record them. I’veContinue reading “The Promise of the Shaman”
Writing them out of my life
Every word I write estranges my parents further. I’m literally writing them out of my life. Not sure how I feel about that. Do I stay silent and still be rejected and let my story die with me? I know they’re out of my life anyway, as long as I reject the religion that’s takenContinue reading “Writing them out of my life”
Didn’t have a chance in hell
Crumbling cliff’s edge before me, yet another precipice hard fought for another fright that makes my feet tingle so strongly I feel I’m tiptoeing through clouds and all I’m doing is standing here Alone Wolf Howling under my breath so as not to shake the boulders from the sides because if I do they’ll tumbleContinue reading “Didn’t have a chance in hell”
Darkest mirror, yes, I still miss her
I’m not calling names or pointing fingers. Honestly, I know very damn clearly that all of us have narcissistic traits. Every one of us. This article helped me come to terms with still missing her now and then, my Stardust. Because in her shined the things I loved most about myself. As much as IContinue reading “Darkest mirror, yes, I still miss her”
I Don’t Pack For You
It waits in the drawer till morning, I feel it, watching me, through the wood as if it were a window, This alien piece of anatomy with no soul. I can feel it throb, hidden away, It’s attached, though it isn’t, Roots deep inside My hips saddled with femininity I want to slice off, TheyContinue reading “I Don’t Pack For You”
I’m no longer just a writer…
I’m now an author, and floating high with the wisps of cloud in front of the setting sun…I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. The art is my own, painted at the beginning of the quarantine starting in the area, which makes it even more special. Thank you, Victoria, for the push and encouragement,Continue reading “I’m no longer just a writer…”
Barbed girl
I started this while still living in Idaho with my wifey. Before I left my future and everything else we were building. Leaving behind that anchoring thought, leaving her, I never wanted. Until I realized that I was making a choice between being near my son as he grew into manhood and being with someoneContinue reading “Barbed girl”
Sanguine skies
We laid there In a dream I didn’t want to wake from so I closed my eyes And imagined your hand floating above me, A sea of sharp sunlight stabbing Between your fingers and The sanguine skies reflected the sun in your blood Until my eyes shone red with Love for you, this moment TheContinue reading “Sanguine skies”
Candy
Strangers call me “sweetie” It’s funny how these blues can mask and hide All the ugly that lies beneath. This smile, I don’t flash it to be kind…. It appears when I think about what I want to do to you, The marks I want to leave behind, prints in your skin Left in theContinue reading “Candy”