I don’t mean to pick on the guys who do that whole “Mile in Her Shoes” thing where the boys get out and walk in heels for a mile as a show of solidarity but really, it’s a pretty shallow show of support. I mean, thanks for the effort and all, but really, all we want is for you to think a little. Oh, and talk, with each other, a lot, about this kind of stuff. Of course the second poem could be for both men and women who are child free by choice, but that shit comes down more on the ladies than men. Continue reading
I had a fantastic time in Auburn last night, reading in front of roughly one hundred strangers. I was a little worried, reading as much about the trans experience, as well as some other deeply personal stuff, that it might come off self-absorbed. I was worried that the audience would be unready to hear what I had to share but they so proved me wrong. Maybe I am a bit narcissistic, but there is something about genuine expressions of love from complete strangers, people who come to you and say you moved something in them, that can make a bad week good. Anyway, it got me wanting to write more trans* poetry, so here you go. Oh, and thanks again to Bill and Lisa, and everyone else at Aaduna, and to my dear friend Christine Green for introducing us. Continue reading
I hate seeing other people have bad days. More than anything I wish I could take all the hurt out of the world. I know that is not possible, but I wish I could give a little peace to those around me, especially those I know have earned it. I watched a really cool, kind, and smart coworker have one of those days today. She doesn’t deserve how I could tell she felt when she left, and I hope her day went better when she got home. This one is for her. Continue reading
One of the nice things about not driving, maybe the only nice thing but man it is nice, is that while someone else is busy paying attention to the road, you can pay attention to everything else. There are worlds to be seen even in your own geographical backyard, and words upon words to share about them. Continue reading
I don’t miss my misspent youth, not really. There were some good times though and occasionally it is worth it take a little look back. I might have saved these poems for the Poetry Month Celebration, but it seems silly to not do Friday Nite Poetry as well as that, especially when I have two related poems. Here’s to the past and all the fun people I spent it with.
I just have one for you this week. If you’ve been following my posts that aren’t creative writing you know it has been a rough few weeks. Still, through it all I know I am loved, and damn isn’t that nice? Continue reading
It’s early, but technically it is in the PM so I am calling it “nite.” A lot of thoughts bouncing around; about my past, my identity, where I am going. I may never figure it out, and some of it hurts, but damn is it fun trying. Continue reading