F(l)agging

I've been feeling more annoyed and frustrated with the assumptions and perceptions people have been making lately regarding my pronouns and gender identity. My response to this boxing, is f(l)agging.

I am reclaiming brightly coloured fitted jeans, cute homemade crop tops, and paisley shoes in an attempt to make myself more visibly faggy. It makes me die a little inside when folks assume 1) that I'm cis (the woes of passing benefits) or 2) straight. Ok, well I don't think anyone who knows me even remotely reads me as 'straight' but I can tell some folks try to put me in the gay-stream. And i"m like, "No, sweetheart. There's no way I could survive with all the raw sewage they try to pass off as beneficial to the masses.."

I need more mirroring of my identity. I need to be a little more flamboyant. I need to be a little more faggy. I'm ready for this.

Trans Day of Rememberance

I've been feeling subdued, somber, and reflective today.

I'm trying to hold those who have been lost to the hands of violence and honour their passing while also holding those of us who are here and fighting like hell to be seen, heard, and live our lives as full persons.

Our lives are beautiful and burdened, terrifying and inspiring.

We are warriors.

We are survivors.

We are who we have been waiting for.