A generational tragedy Over and over again I wanted to end it but learned I could only change myself I decided to live you didn't Over and over again a type of generational tragedy that will not stop repeating itself suffering, death, dying So much I am powerless over I was taught that I could… Continue reading Poem: My Broken Family
To have peace with suffering one has to realize that when suffering ends life ends too. To have peace with suffering is to find peace in this fallible life in its entirety. Not just praising our joys - but embracing our blood, sweat and tears, too. Our very death becomes as sacred as birth. Our… Continue reading Poem: When Suffering ends, life ends too.
I often have conversations with people on Facebook, and the comments I share below are an accumulation of responses to this post: Please share a time when it is not safe to share your own or another person's true pronouns. Note: "True Pronouns" are what we have self-determined to reflect our authentic gender identity and… Continue reading When it is not safe to share our pronouns.
Sometimes intersex friends share with me things that they want more people to read. Here is a letter to you, from a beloved intersex friend of mine. She writes to you about being assigned wrong, coerced as a nonconsenting child into surgery, and forced the wrong hormones. She was never supposed to be a boy… Continue reading Reading This Can Change Your Perspective – Anya Kylie
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!
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.
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.
Moose, Our beloved dog. You loved your family loyally since day one. A gift to us from the angels. Your ability to detect seizures and lactic acidosis even. We found a dog school that taught us to train you into service. You officially became a service dog and went everywhere with us. Allowing us to… Continue reading Poem: A Service Dog’s Perfect Love