correction

• April 9, 2019community, correction, creativity, depression, gender, LGBTQ, poem, poetry, prose, queer, quitting, reflection, talking, TRANS, transgender, Uncategorized, walking, writing

  Seriously.

  I had no idea That everyone was so fucking crazy If I had known this Sooner, I’d have taken everything A lot less seriously.

• April 9, 2019anxiety, art, butch, community, correction, creativity, depression, ftm, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, LGBTQA, LGBTQAI, personal, personal story, poem, poetry, prose, queer, quitting, reflection, relationships, suicide, talking, TRANS, transgender, Uncategorized, walking, writing

  Fag Them

  I wanna be the faggiest Dykiest Gayest fuck That ever yes-homo-ed I wanna be offensive To anyone with a church membership I wanna communicate my sexuality To everyone within A […]

• April 9, 2019anxiety, arguments, correction, ftm, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, LESBIAN, lgbt, LGBTQ, personal, personal story, PODCAST, poem, poetry, prose, queer, reflection, relationships, talking, TRANS, transgender, Uncategorized, walking, writing

  Premeditated Mother-in-Law

  Here’s the deal I have something I need to get off my He/she chest Besides the whole he/she thing I guess. It’s way worse. It’s murder. Literal plans for murder. […]

• April 5, 2019child abuse, childhood obesity, correction, fat, ftm, gender, genderfluid, GENDERQUEER, lgbt, LGBTQ, obesity, personal, personal story, poem, poetry, prose, queer, reflection, talking, TRANS, transgender, Uncategorized, walking, writing

  Teach Me

  What is it about My body That you need to Teach me? What is it about My body That makes you so full of Advice When you see it? What […]

• March 27, 2019abuse, addiction, anxiety, arguments, butch, community, correction, creativity, depression, drugs, LESBIAN, LGBTQ, lonely, personal, personal story, poem, poetry, prose, queer, reflection, relationships, suicide, talking, transgender, Uncategorized, writing

  Imprisoned

  Sometimes I think about everything Simultaneously And it crushes me. Bullies me into Crying, feeling Desperate and lonely and Repugnant. If only I could think about Something other than My […]