I am one with my queerness and my queerness is with me
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
Category: on Chosen Family
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great, this again.
Do you ever believe something about yourself so hard that even proof doesn't change your mind?
should we go back to where we started?
We need to learn how to put down the weapons of our thoughts and voices that lead us to separate ourselves from one another.
on Chosen Family/on Chronic Illness/on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Decolonizing/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Mental Health/on Queerness/the Pandemic
I write what hurts my feelings
The pain leads me to what is true.
adventures in a chosen family, part two: things fall apart
Things fall apart, and in those moments, I think it’s the people you trust that make the chaos bearable.
the promises we inherit
One day, my descendants can rest in the shade of the trees I plant.