philosophy
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Magnolia
Shhhh. – the wind When I die, bury me at Petit Jean. Fill my lungs with fresh-tilled earth and let the Arkansas rush through my ribs. I am a flower, strong and frail, a gardener tending to the soil of my heart. When I return from Hades, my soul will sprout again, blooming among the… Continue reading
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Butchfemme
There is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love. – Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider There is no such thing as gender. There are genderings. To gender, as a verb. One genders by echoing a history, intending futures and expressing pasts in… Continue reading
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Transitions #8
In trans women’s eyes, I see a wisdom that can only come from having to fight for your right to be recognised as female, a raw strength that only comes from unabashedly asserting your right to be feminine in an inhospitable world.In a trans woman’s eyes, I see someone who understands that, in a culture… Continue reading
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Transitions #7
In order to perpetuate itself, every oppression must corrupt or distort those various sources of power within the culture of the oppressed that can provide energy for change. – Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider I am a world, in a world, among other worlds. In my unfolding, I dwell in the placetime that grows in the… Continue reading
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Transitions #6
You want them to notice the ragged hem of your summer dress. You want them to see you like they see every other girl. But they just see a faggot. They hold their breath not to catch the sick. – Laura Jane Grace, Transgender Dysphoria Blues Content note: transphobic slurs Gaze. The quiet (loud) quiet… Continue reading
Fish In the Afternoon 