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Aberrant-Voicings: May 2010
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Saturday, May 15, 2010. There’s a misconception that passing refers to transfolk blending in. Until that happens, people are quick to remind you of it. And when the co-worker, stranger, sales clerk, secretary takes a minute to think about someone other than themselves the questions are always the same:. 8220;So, like, which way are you, like, going? As if there were only two directions. 8220;I was thinking about going down. But, like, not on you.”. 8220;Have you had ‘the surgery’? It doesn’t matter...
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Aberrant-Voicings: On Passing
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Saturday, May 15, 2010. There’s a misconception that passing refers to transfolk blending in. Until that happens, people are quick to remind you of it. And when the co-worker, stranger, sales clerk, secretary takes a minute to think about someone other than themselves the questions are always the same:. 8220;So, like, which way are you, like, going? As if there were only two directions. 8220;I was thinking about going down. But, like, not on you.”. 8220;Have you had ‘the surgery’? It doesn’t matter...
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Aberrant-Voicings: February 2009
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. It's all in a yurt. I just came back from an amazing weekend spent in a yurt. And I'm in love! I got to tour the Northern Oregon coastline, played on the beach, hiked some trails, climbed a small peak, ate some great homemade pasta and sauce with wine and cider (I know, I was really roughing it on this camping trip, right? And it was all centered around this "rustic" yurt. I want one now! Links to this post. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. Links to this post. Links to this post.
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Aberrant-Voicings: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Misc trains of thought. Moving is so much easier when you have help. Creating a home (not just decorating a house) with someone is an amazing experience. The feeling of dirt on your hands is a stress-reliever. especially if its from working in the garden. Getting pleasure from touch is such an odd concept. Does it really work as a true sensation on its own or is it merely the absence of pain? Sometimes its a very good thing to spend money buying toys instead of paying bills.
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Aberrant-Voicings: March 2010
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Friday, March 5, 2010. For Ms. Flora-. No alarm alerts us. But we're awake already. You on your pillow i on mine. I'm looking at you and you look at me. Its a sight of sirens. I long to lick you. To let my tongue taste you. I want to wrap you with me. To feel your curves under my body. You roll me 'round. Your hands are hunting. My body is your forest your field. I gasp as you bite gnaw graze. Arms around and we both squeeze. Entwined in a tensed embrace. Thrusting out of orbit. Spasms among the stars.
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Aberrant-Voicings: February 2010
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Monday, February 15, 2010. One cannot be without the other. Hearts entwined fragile and brittle. I kiss and cry in arms of my lover. For her to be big I must be little. Pushing down past egos begging to submit. Under her ropes giving up control. Beholden to her boundaries I do commit. An object of lust with a piece of her soul. Partners alike yet different parts to play. Her equal without power my consent to give. Responsible for her night and she for my day. I for her day forced under her hand do live.
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Aberrant-Voicings: For Ms. Flora-
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Friday, March 5, 2010. For Ms. Flora-. No alarm alerts us. But we're awake already. You on your pillow i on mine. I'm looking at you and you look at me. Its a sight of sirens. I long to lick you. To let my tongue taste you. I want to wrap you with me. To feel your curves under my body. You roll me 'round. Your hands are hunting. My body is your forest your field. I gasp as you bite gnaw graze. Arms around and we both squeeze. Entwined in a tensed embrace. Thrusting out of orbit. Spasms among the stars.
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Aberrant-Voicings: Elemental Emotions
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Friday, March 5, 2010. Come into the fire. Let our heat warm you. Let the energy engulf you. Step into the fire. Let my tongues taste you. Wade into the water. Let our coolness sooth you. Let the feelings flow. Dive into the water. Let it pour over you. Gushing out of you. Deep into your being. Where we can grow. On legs created from our connection. I’ll take you with me. Together we can soar. With wings formed in the crucible. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). For Ms. Flora-.
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Aberrant-Voicings: Headspace
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Sunday, April 11, 2010. Not everyone is allowed. The entrance is barred. Few may open it. The turnkey is the connection. Consent is the latch. Skillfully applied hinges can open that door. But it takes trust. A willingness to be vulnerable. Revealing oneself is scary. There is so much to fear. A family so new. A hurt so strong. Not ready to let go. Reaching a point where all else melts away. Wondering what you’ll find there. Who you’ll be. Who you’ll see. In knowing that none of it matters.
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Aberrant-Voicings: Food Fuck
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Sunday, April 11, 2010. 8220;Tonight.”. You say this and wink. Only up to breakfast and already at bed. I fear you may not make it. 8220;Tonight.”. I reply this and sigh. Only from breakfast till bed. So much time, I can’t take it. 8220;Perhaps a noon nap.”. I suggest this and wink. There will be no sleeping. 8220;Perhaps a noon nap.”. You reply this and think. Sleeping time goes quickly. It soon will be night. 8220;And maybe a morning quickie.”. You request this and smile. Your plate it empty.
