the defiance and pain of queer being
We are so beautiful. Even as we dance and glitter and breathe an air maybe only temporarily free, we are beautiful. So long as we exist, we will always be light...
We are so beautiful. Even as we dance and glitter and breathe an air maybe only temporarily free, we are beautiful. So long as we exist, we will always be light...
I love you, my siblings. My family. My dearest friends.
The self that exists in meatspace and on the internet has become fragmented in a way that deeply upsets me.
The pain leads me to what is true.
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
I have been in peri-menopause for a while now, at least three years, I think? Maybe more? I should be keeping better track.