#sile

Sometimes I gotta look at a picture of myself while writing emails just to make sure that someone who looks like me would say that

all day has been me teetering on the edge of sighing out of frustration and spitting on my hand and double 45ing it while my cheeks burn and I kick myself honestly.

I miss when I could boobs

Listening to Eyes Without A Face loud as fuck in the toilet poo shitty room and sneezing and farting loud ass fuck. Sniff. Couch

Shades of Cool by Saint Avangeline that’s enough reverb bro

Did you know that the 30th of October of ‘24 was the last day that I knew peace.

The thing of it is is that I don’t feel “transgender” that suggests something that ain’t true. I was born two-spirit and I was that before I was born. But only because white man gotta define everything so damn literal, and he gotta come up with other ways to define things outside of that perspective are we here. I’m still the same “gender” I was all along. I just had to vomit up all the filth taught to me about me for years before I could stand firm in that. James Baldwin said that. And I aint even gay either.

Oh so Barbarossa is a lesbian