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I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me

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I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.

a POV looking downward at two feet on a sidewalk. the pavement is painted on the right with yellow arrows pointing downward, and scratched into the pavement above the feet is the phrase 'i tried'
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great, this again.

Posted by Nix Kelley

Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?

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should we go back to where we started?

Posted by Nix Kelley

We need to learn how to put down the weapons of our thoughts and voices that lead us to separate ourselves from one another.

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I write what hurts my feelings

Posted by Nix Kelley

The pain leads me to what is true.

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on Chosen Family/on Co-Parenting/WTAF

adventures in a chosen family, part two: things fall apart

Posted by Nix Kelley

Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.

a dark-haired man with a mustache in a short sleeve white shirt is sitting on an old wooden manure spreader, holding the reins of a pair of auburn Belgian workhorses. a young child sits next to him turned away from the camera. another child faces the photographer with a big smile.
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the promises we inherit

Posted by Nix Kelley

One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.

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Nix Kelley
Nix Kelley
Genderqueer non-binary trans. They/them/theirs. Death doula, clergy-in-training, writing about queer identity, death, hope, praxis, & song lyrics.

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I READ BANNED BOOKS

GENDERQUEER: a memoir (deluxe edition) by Maia Kobabe, read in one day in April 2023

We Do This Til We Free Us (audiobook) by Mariame Kaba, finished in May 2023


We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, Volume 1
remember who you are

The future cannot blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world.

Susan Cooper, Silver on the Tree
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