Every drawl of my huskiness, and every flex is snapped into its rightful place, not as the demonstrable evidence of man, no. It is, the connectedness of my body to the soulish devices that have been there, all the while, and hadn’t had a palette.
Bloganuary - Day 6 - Why do I write? The swell of black ink rises in the nib, poised for flow at the top edge of the ink chamber. Always ready to take you over with a sickness, an expulsion of thoughts. Why do I write? I cannot not write. My DNA is already altered … Continue reading Ink Fever
Bloganuary - Day 1 - What is something you want to achieve this year? You know, the funny thing is I already achieved this year's goal! In this year, I will walk deeper in to it, and achieve fuller self-actualization with my gender transition. Last year, I examined the many ways in which I had continued … Continue reading Passing
Facing the Pacific Ocean, I took off my tshirt. It was the first time baring my chest publicly. I beheld my moment only a short while before another bare chested man walked by. “Rastaman!” “Whoa!” I shouted back. “Where you from?” “The Caribbean.” “I’m from the Caribbean Sea - this coast touches the Pacific Ocean … Continue reading The Outers
Walking it out!
I love myself through the process of stepping deeper and farther into that self that I am loving.
The narcissist cyclic web
I see...patterns, and cycles which repeat themselves, are likely to continue doing so. I made a choice not to get spun around in another loop around the track. In the last year, my confidence took a swan dive, but I found a route back. It started off mildly enough. They'll lean in as if they're … Continue reading The narcissist cyclic web
In The Eye of The Storm
You know, I sure have never seen the inside of the eye of the storm, but you've heard the stories, right? That…in the dead center, if you were to stand there, it is deathly calm, and there is a barricade of wind stopping the destruction from entering that very middle. I imagine that they call … Continue reading In The Eye of The Storm
Ampersands: a gray area
I feel like the reason most people need to know whether you are a man or a woman is to know how to treat you..which biases to employ. The people that have seen me have felt me with their hearts - and used the eyes that aren’t on their face. I think from those eyes, perhaps everything looks gray, because you can always feel the tension between multiple perspectives of the same truth.
In my green
I am extremely grateful for the growth I’ve experienced in the last few months. It has made me more courageous and also more resilient. Best of all, I have become clearer and clearer about my intentions and desires, shaped in knowledge of self.Carnival is always a milestone for me, particularly J’ouvert. It is a time … Continue reading In my green
Growth is embarrassing
Think of losing your front tooth at age 6 or so, and having to go to school the next day with a big gap in your smile, with the other children laughing at you. Your new and permanent tooth will replace it soon but in that moment, you either wish to stop going to school … Continue reading Growth is embarrassing