Seattle.
Me as a 31 year old with several degrees: IM TRANSGENDER FURRY AAWAGGA ÒwÓ
Me as a 31 year old with several degrees: IM TRANSGENDER FURRY AAWAGGA ÒwÓ
- women
- discourse
- men
- Lynyrd Skynyrd
- crushing beer cans
- caviar
- gay poems
This is a common feature of me being on the high seas or at my Hermitage in the shoreside fish factory
the winds still howl
the bell still tolls.
My breath turns heavy
as we drift into the long cold night.
The Fitzgerald stirs beneath.
I harbor their echoes
and cradle her steel.
My waves bear the sorrow
of all I have taken.
the winds still howl
the bell still tolls.
My breath turns heavy
as we drift into the long cold night.
The Fitzgerald stirs beneath.
I harbor their echoes
and cradle her steel.
My waves bear the sorrow
of all I have taken.
Don’t be a shit while alive.
Don’t be a shit while alive.
Your ability to get healthcare should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get housing should not depend on your productivity
Saying “be more productive!” To those who are struggling devalues human life.
It aids fascism.
Your ability to get healthcare should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get housing should not depend on your productivity
Saying “be more productive!” To those who are struggling devalues human life.
It aids fascism.
[Gingerly picks up your gender, carefully sets it down again, unscathed but in an ever so slightly different location]
[Gingerly picks up your gender, carefully sets it down again, unscathed but in an ever so slightly different location]