“whispered ‘mississippi’s’”
learned to count thunder on my grandparents’ porch
the whispered “mississippi’s” separating the miles
in between lightning storms to home front
tongue to sky to taste raindrops
before sprinkled upon the cement
(like the first blood i spilled)
and coating grass blades with dew
as well as the buzz cut i carried through elementary
when puddles meant being splashed by rubber boots
and not onto me by careless traffic
passing through cityscapes
wet socks are different when being asked for
rather than being forced to have under an umbrella
yearning to run through that yard yet again
may 9, 2024
“Judas”
MDF woodblock print book
Lyrics from JUDAS by The Reverent Marigold
The things testosterone has me doing... (I just took apart a DVD player)
i was born in the right generation
i love spotify and synthetic testosterone
“Days are so long
And the nights never seem to end
I’d give all that I have
For an hour with you, my friend
With you, my friend”
Lyrics from
by The Devil Makes Three
until i see more love for trans men who don’t bind i’m not going to shut the fuck up about it
don't worry darling, open ao3, men bottoming there...
Aromantic headcanons.... save me aromantic headcanonns...
from a 15 minute write using the prompt "advice to your younger self" (july 29 2023)
[Text ID: take HRT. take the world against your hip and listen with one ear, listen for the spot where the grass dances and go there. /End ID]
make what you love, do what you love :) filet crochet 50 x 37 cm prints available here dyke version here
trans + queer in the American South (and other oddities)mid-20she/him
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