A few months ago andi and I were having acid church in my bus house and started chatting about the topic of breeding. I had, since my miscarriage a couple of years ago mostly backed away from the plans and connections that I had had with that whole realm. I had at one time had a…
To those who identify as “Pre-everything”, I see this a lot, especially on trans groups and on tumblr. People who have not engaged in any medical interventions that they may be hoping to someday pursue. The implication is that they are in a stage where everything that will make them who they are is yet…
Learning to love living in this body I live in has been somewhat of an epic and ongoing quest. In the lead up to this weeks’ focus in Resilience Building for Trans Folks and Our Allies; “BODIES”, I wanted to tell a bit of the story of how I learned to live in, tend to…
As a woo inclined psychedelic exploring imagineer and sci fi fan it can be hard for me to think of time as something that is neat enough to fit along a line. I understand it to be wibbly wobbly and one of the things that is actually more detailed and complex than our human brains…
“You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them,…
For my recent joint birthday party with Andi Grace we put together this little mix. It’s super poppy and we found it to be a good tool in helping facilitate dancing, playing, laughing, smooching and birthday merriment. Please listen, share it, get your groove on + enjoy! LISTEN HERE
Whether it be based in actuality or merely internal projection, the past couple of weeks, and the process of really committing and leaning into my offerings I have been plagued with the question, “Who am I to offer this….”
On the passing of this nationally recognized holiday, veterans and guides and scouts and school children gather at the cenotaphs to lay wreaths and remember the dead. Getting in uniform for such occasions was a regular part of my upbringing.
