My partner told me to post a thing here. It's been a while and I've been lurking, so here's a speech I did.
Last year at this event, I read a speech about names. Trans* spoken word poet Miles Walser writes in a poem called Nebraska about the murder of Brandon Teena that “They don’t remember our names until they read them on our tombstones.
I have been instructed that I ought to journal. So this is me making an effort.
I've been lurking here for a month or so getting a feel for the community. And stalking my partner. So there's that.
Perhaps I will save this space for ranting when it may be inappropriate to do so on my blog. My blog is mostly pictures of Disney princesses.
So, appletime. Securely bisexual? Less securely man-shaped. Well, aspiring to man-shaped.
Perhaps out of the target age here.