Thalia 🏳️⚧️
@thalia90.bsky.social
Trans Woman. Poet. Musician. Occultist. Nothing. Noone.
Curator/Editor/Publisher @mousai_journal
www.kheir-mousai.com
"..I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.." (V. W.)"
Curator/Editor/Publisher @mousai_journal
www.kheir-mousai.com
"..I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.." (V. W.)"
When the knowledge of who I am, what I have been, what I have done, my own coming out is littered with versions of the same story, that the only person who knew, but one was never able to vocalise to, is long dead, one ought know their own curtain call.
April 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM
When the knowledge of who I am, what I have been, what I have done, my own coming out is littered with versions of the same story, that the only person who knew, but one was never able to vocalise to, is long dead, one ought know their own curtain call.
March 28, 2025 at 10:52 AM
March 26, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I ask the page permission to be crude
realising my apology is you.
I remember that moment, hanging from a tree
of blood, loss, and grief made gold.
My faux leather ponse lost to broken images, dreams, and hopes of lost and forgotten people.
I feel shame.
#transwoman #transpoet #poet #poetry
realising my apology is you.
I remember that moment, hanging from a tree
of blood, loss, and grief made gold.
My faux leather ponse lost to broken images, dreams, and hopes of lost and forgotten people.
I feel shame.
#transwoman #transpoet #poet #poetry
March 6, 2025 at 12:22 PM
I ask the page permission to be crude
realising my apology is you.
I remember that moment, hanging from a tree
of blood, loss, and grief made gold.
My faux leather ponse lost to broken images, dreams, and hopes of lost and forgotten people.
I feel shame.
#transwoman #transpoet #poet #poetry
realising my apology is you.
I remember that moment, hanging from a tree
of blood, loss, and grief made gold.
My faux leather ponse lost to broken images, dreams, and hopes of lost and forgotten people.
I feel shame.
#transwoman #transpoet #poet #poetry
March 6, 2025 at 10:48 AM
#mousaijournal #mousai #transgression #esotericism #liminality #antibigotry #anticommodity #anticapitalism #transrights
March 6, 2025 at 10:47 AM
February 17, 2025 at 2:00 PM
February 14, 2025 at 6:04 PM
February 1, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Truly, I think the worst consequence of living within 'this world' as such a vilified and ridiculed identity, is how violently it strips one of empathy. The endless fight to regain it, just encourages the world to take it all away again, and again, and again....ad nauseum....
#trans #empathy
#trans #empathy
January 31, 2025 at 6:41 PM
January 29, 2025 at 5:17 PM
January 29, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Second time in three weeks that I have been "punched", for literally existing within the world. I post this not for any sympathy - I can and do deal with it - but we need to unite! All minorities, together!
#transphobia #bigotry #resistance
#transphobia #bigotry #resistance
January 26, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Second time in three weeks that I have been "punched", for literally existing within the world. I post this not for any sympathy - I can and do deal with it - but we need to unite! All minorities, together!
#transphobia #bigotry #resistance
#transphobia #bigotry #resistance
Through heavy eyelids the day's colour
widow the sky, what can one say?
The book is open, pages blank
save for the endless scribbles of a dying lie.
#transpoet #transwoman #poetry #ihmaiwtd
widow the sky, what can one say?
The book is open, pages blank
save for the endless scribbles of a dying lie.
#transpoet #transwoman #poetry #ihmaiwtd
January 25, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Through heavy eyelids the day's colour
widow the sky, what can one say?
The book is open, pages blank
save for the endless scribbles of a dying lie.
#transpoet #transwoman #poetry #ihmaiwtd
widow the sky, what can one say?
The book is open, pages blank
save for the endless scribbles of a dying lie.
#transpoet #transwoman #poetry #ihmaiwtd
January 25, 2025 at 12:04 PM
January 22, 2025 at 9:50 AM
January 22, 2025 at 3:04 AM
January 18, 2025 at 12:54 PM
....the noose of my past lies languid overhead
as it traces the shape of my future.
Already, I hear
twitching teeth chatter and say;
"hopefully soon all is nothing".
I will own my own death
as it takes like it cannot give....
#transpoet
as it traces the shape of my future.
Already, I hear
twitching teeth chatter and say;
"hopefully soon all is nothing".
I will own my own death
as it takes like it cannot give....
#transpoet
January 15, 2025 at 3:09 AM
....the noose of my past lies languid overhead
as it traces the shape of my future.
Already, I hear
twitching teeth chatter and say;
"hopefully soon all is nothing".
I will own my own death
as it takes like it cannot give....
#transpoet
as it traces the shape of my future.
Already, I hear
twitching teeth chatter and say;
"hopefully soon all is nothing".
I will own my own death
as it takes like it cannot give....
#transpoet
....the same June, the same Gemini
paint the pain of Her or I.
The same Mercurian Sun
give breath and take it away again.
The same whisper that holds
takes it all away. Again, and again.
She lies below.
#transpoet
paint the pain of Her or I.
The same Mercurian Sun
give breath and take it away again.
The same whisper that holds
takes it all away. Again, and again.
She lies below.
#transpoet
January 14, 2025 at 10:34 PM
....the same June, the same Gemini
paint the pain of Her or I.
The same Mercurian Sun
give breath and take it away again.
The same whisper that holds
takes it all away. Again, and again.
She lies below.
#transpoet
paint the pain of Her or I.
The same Mercurian Sun
give breath and take it away again.
The same whisper that holds
takes it all away. Again, and again.
She lies below.
#transpoet
Started this account at a loss, and perhaps a misguided sense of hope in the idea of finding community and discussion that doesn't immediately ridicule me.
I'm a trans woman, a poet, a musician....i am nothing and I am noone....
I'm a trans woman, a poet, a musician....i am nothing and I am noone....
January 14, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Started this account at a loss, and perhaps a misguided sense of hope in the idea of finding community and discussion that doesn't immediately ridicule me.
I'm a trans woman, a poet, a musician....i am nothing and I am noone....
I'm a trans woman, a poet, a musician....i am nothing and I am noone....