What the hell
I wish I had a shining shell
What the hell
I wish I had a shining shell
Bending into position
Under the glow of something sweet
And rows of bodies
Sink into technology
As if it werent a condition at all
#poem
Bending into position
Under the glow of something sweet
And rows of bodies
Sink into technology
As if it werent a condition at all
#poem
Picking yellow flowers off the ground
That have been discarded
Damp
It's not enough to wonder to why they have been left
#poetry
Picking yellow flowers off the ground
That have been discarded
Damp
It's not enough to wonder to why they have been left
#poetry
Don’t let our fiction and theory be next.
If you’re following me, it’s probably because you care about trans art and trans literature. The article below lays out my suggestions for dozens of concrete actions you can take to preemptively combat literary censorship.
Don’t let our fiction and theory be next.
"You're going to be a man," one guard told trans women
Fred Hagender
It explores the ancient history of the yew, the botanical yew and the mythical yew along with more in-depth look at its socio political significance. Especially its relationship with death and dying. Materially and spiritually.
#book #nature #yew
Kissing in the middle of the dance floor
Reshaping my body from coiled to stringent
Electronic reconfiguring to operate
Blue shorts black boots
Hair scraped back says intentional
Kissing in the middle of the dance floor
Reshaping my body from coiled to stringent
Electronic reconfiguring to operate
Blue shorts black boots
Hair scraped back says intentional