Maybe….maybe if every man who has ever hired a trans escort, if every boy who has ever beat off to trans porn, if all the guys I and thousands of others have hooked up with via Craig’s List, if the millions who fetishize our bodies, who enjoy us on our knees in bathrooms, who press us against…
i have that song “if i rule the world” stuck in my head, and its because i feel like im not ruling a world but im so apart of one that i can hold it. i can finally feel its ridges and sides. know how tender each touch should be and the strength i need to actually seize the feeling. although ive…
Game versus game, I flame as you spark and spark and you flame into the sky full of dream smoking at your seams. i flame you bark the snap of embers burning inside you as you flame i attach my flame become a firing burning spark but where do we both desire our fire burns and the game we play keeps lighting up our energize element dear to our selves shining on ourselves we spark, we flame, we ignite, we become our light, but where do we shine? is that a game that could collide, is our light shinging in different directions making things understandable in so many levels, creeping up is lucid glow, is this for us, or is this a show?
Looking for Queer / Trans people of color to build collective household in South LA!
We have a large house with rooms to fill! There are 4 bedrooms in the main house and 2 private studios (1 attached to the main house and 1 detached). We are looking for 2 or 3 temporary to permanent roommates for this spot. This place is completely remodeled, has a gated front and backyard (perfect for gardening), and a huge jacuzzi. Our street is family friendly, there is a park and a library across the street. We plan to have an herb garden, veggie garden, and embracing potential for healing home space! Budget per room (based on need and income) $650 - 765, with one bonus room priced around $550 (but no window :-().
We are interested in TRANS-AUTONOMY aka gardening, collective food (as much as possible), community events, accessible self-care space, low-key events/resources to bring income to the household and reduce costs.
Public Transportation accessible (Metro Rapid 720, Metro Local 20). Very close to USC (walking distance). Expo train line is bike accessible. Sooooo much parking. We are FLEXIBLE in terms of age, gender/sexual identities. Ideal for QTPOC USC students/staff/faculty. Back rooms are wheelchair accessible, and we can alter entrances based on ability needs.
We need 2 more people to move in September 1st! We have flexibility to be temporary housing, just need advanced notice. Much love!
Today is a sunday and its one of those sundays that make you feel your tenderness. Its one of those sundays that actually dont feel like a real day because the amount of feelings and emotions that are brought up could last one their whole life time. Its one of those sundays that you can’t get a break until you finally break. On sunday, today, language and feelings dont meet. body moving, tingling, and head jingling I realize exsistence as a core, a cord, a code. mapping out and trying to dismantle feelings is no way to actually understand why they are happening, because in reality, its just sunday. it could be the end of a long week, a begining of a new one, or the middle of a lifetime that displays so much continuity that time is a varible, and really actually in your control. But its sunday, I can’t control anymore. I want to rest, i want to read, i want to not question, but hold the truth. can i control that its sunday? how will i know these feelings are true, do i wait another day? do i explain them today so tomorrow can become clear, or do i wait for tomorrow incase after the day changes, there is actually nothing to really feel. realse sunday, be right here next to me, allow me to express in this cycle of schedule so tomorrow i can concretely disregard the flames and tears that are bursting out of my skin, my body. allow me to have all my feelings, all my selves together, better. because it is sunday, a day to end and wait till it comes again. like any other day, but for today emotions don’t leave, and unlike steam, they’ll stay. someday there will be another sunday. go.