I’m coming out. I’m going to just be me. I’ve already told him everything. “I’m attracted to her” I told my husband. Why are there so many pretty women. I cannot be around them. I’m facing my demon dressed in the most appealing manner. I know it’s perfectly acceptable. It’s also acceptable to be withContinue reading “Coming”
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Makes me happy!
Rain, it’s that simple. Rain. When I hear it my body instantly unwinds. When I see it, my mind comes into a trance. As I feel it, I begin to sense more freedom, rejuvenation and liberation. When I smell it coming forth I get myself home as quickly as I can. To watch it, hearContinue reading “Makes me happy!”
How did I get here? This body. It is stretched, curved and elongated in ways I don’t understand. I see the silhouette of the body I now have but even that I can not stand. Squish, squeeze, tug, pull, cover, hide but I still know inside. I am not what you see. How did IContinue reading “How”
The cry of my ancestors wake me at night. I’m not of one kind but of many. My make comes from years of tears, joy, loss and growth. We began on the land decades ago. We where free to fish, gather, grow and birth. We respected where we walked and cared for the hurt living.Continue reading “Sound”
She is beautiful. Very pretty. Did you hear she is athletic too? No, I thought she was a brainiac. Just really smart and pretty. She doesn’t talk much hu? No. Look at her posture she sits straight up. How is it that she looks like a porcelain doll? So, flawless. I wonder what she thinksContinue reading “Unknown”
I’m assuming you want to know about that thing I did. Oh hoping you remember who I am. Maybe after I explain that thing. Then you will recognize me. Well It was two thousand and ten. I was lost both figuratively and physically. Some how I ended up at a tattoo parlor after my NoonaContinue reading “That thing”
Can I ?
Reoccurring thoughts playing in my head. Broken records suddenly being pieced together. One by one with the dollar store hot glue. Hoping that at least they can look good. Can I just be honest? May I be myself. That genuine, raw, bare, naked and blunt self. Can I just grow into who I am.. CanContinue reading “Can I ?”