I dream of disappointing my mother
I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.
I had a bad dream which was trying to be a good dream, but it was a bad dream because none of it is true.
I felt that I was playing favorites and hurting books’ feelings and my thought process got stuck there for a while.
I want to remember my trans siblings today, but instead I have to witness from afar the same thing that always happens to us: violence, death, hatred.
I want to be able to stand before my gods before I pass into the sunlit lands and not be ashamed of who I was. I want to leave the place better than I found it.
Doing the math of harm doesn’t mean that I get to disconnect myself from my choice once I’ve made it.
If you’re wondering if I have some sort of requirement to inject some Tolkien into almost everything I do, maybe that’s My Brand.