fight like hell for the living
It is never far from my thoughts that some of us have already said our last words to those who are beloved.
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.
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’m not any binary of any kind; my gender is myself, which doesn’t — for me — need a word or phrase to describe it. It’s enough that I know that it’s my truth.