The exit from this labyrinth is an unsweet death, almost like falling suddenly into the void, after a long wandering that leaves a feeling of exhaustion and numbness at the same time. Coming out of the closet seems liberating, but in the end it is just a mirage or an oasis.

But not all those who wander are lost. This wandering on death row or that walking on a tightrope, as the tightrope walker does, augurs a hopeful death that will give way to eir resurrection.

During adolescence I found refuge in the music of the group Anthony and The Johnsons. I did not understand exactly what she was saying or why I felt attracted to the stories that her songs told, until I recognized the story of her experience as a transgender person.

I’m a bird girl 

I’m a bird girl 

I’m a bird girl 

I’m a bird girl now

I’ve got my heart 

Here in my hands 

I’ve got my heart 

Here in my hands now 

I’ve been searching 

For my wings some time 

I’m gonna be born 

I’m gonna be born 

Into soon the sky 

Into soon the sky 

‘Cause I’m a bird girl 

And the bird girls go to heaven 

I’m a bird girl 

And the bird girls can fly 

Bird girls can fly

Bird girls can fly

Bird girls can fly

𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮 #25 - All proper princesses must have spectacular throne room. With painted ceilings, an abundance of space for their subjects, and a beautifully handcrafted throne for the cherished crowned princess. It will easily be the most striking and unforgettable room in the castle.

Because Pink is life