A Call for ACTION to our allies. I am asking for language to change regarding pronouns. Please say instead: "Please share your required pronouns with me, but only if you feel safe." Here are my reasons: 1) My pronouns are not preferred, they are required and never negotiable. 2) It is not always safe to… Continue reading A call for action: My pronouns are not “preferred” they are required.
You used me You now threaten me I am glad you are filled with guilt You used me I am prepared to receive my restitution You used me You won't get away with it Even the bigots that surround you can't do anything against the truth You used me and then threw me away like… Continue reading Poem: Your Lofty Bigot Friends Won’t Save You
You were stuck Inside of me They had to free you, as you kicked my ribs to get out They cut you out of me so you could breathe life Some shamed me for it Saying I was somehow less than all women With their actions, or lack of actions They are afraid to stand… Continue reading Poem: A Gestational Father on Seahorse Day!
My child, Like me, you are given the Universe to sort out. I see you jump the nest, with your new wings, with a deep love and Compassion. I see your suffering. You attacked me with your rage. I see how this pain is yours and not mine. My love never dies. We both have… Continue reading Poem: Empty Nest of Compassion
Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com We are similar but we are not the same You are a man, I am a man You say that is the same No There is more Our world erased me so you don't even know there is more You are man, I am a man I fathered your children… Continue reading Poem: You are a man, I am a man.
Today my family has survived too much grief this last decade. Things were obviously coming to a head with the COVID19 pandemic, my health decline with COVID, and then James' health decline with CMML Leukemia, and God knows how COVID played a part. That virus hit all five of us. Too many friends, who were loved,… Continue reading Surviving Years of Pure Hell with Faith, a verb.
An Orange Ribbon for Leukemia Father's Day is your day I will never want to share it with you Mother's Day is now Seahorse Day That is my day because I am your husband now I could not have done it without you You gave me your sperm with love that created our babies with… Continue reading Poem: Father’s Day is Your Day
James has been in my life for so long I can't imagine a day when he was not in my life. When a relationship lasts this long, it is as if they become a part of you literally. Especially after surviving my transistion, from woman to man and him saying and convincing me he now… Continue reading My husband’s message to me and the world.
I was told once again by an expert that I should not be alive I was told once again, without denial, that I deserve my disability I was told once again by my family that I am loved I was told once again, as I fight to live each day, that I am worthy of… Continue reading Poem: How to live against all odds
She is not here to speak up, so I will speak up for her in her memory year after year. On social media each year, I share her memory. This year I made this message, using her suicide letter to us. Until society changes, I will remind all of us that society needs to change.… Continue reading Leelah, I promise to be your voice | Rest in Power 2020
Mx. Anunnaki Ray Marquez 