An automatic poem : To feel the air on my shoulders as I unshielded my body from its years inside, covered over, embarrassed and shamed by so many, including and not least myself – to own my scars and let them bleed – to make my future independent on anything but by choice and grace; to live richly in the arms of loves and friends, to be undeniably all I was and all I have become, to become, to love, to beloved, to become love. And to the glory of a field of wildflowers where I run across dust and soft clover as light dances through their colors. So I will go, so will I go.
Trans leatherdyke pixiequeer
Gender ID : female
Age : 39
Location : San Francisco & New York City