Prayers v Puscee

Queer

What in the cosmos…

Ok a few planets are in Aries, rn, if I’m not mistaken. I remember someone mentioning 4 of them by May 24th- which, ironically is my Gem Sun/Leo/Taurus ex’s birthday. Also coincidentally, she has her Venus in Aries. Which I just found out recently, but explainsssss A Lot 🤓

But I digress from the main Aries point. If you’re not an Astro Heaux like I am one (I’m not a professional, I’m an enthusiast who appreciates all the ways that learning about astrology has enlightened me) I will post an infographic on Aries for you to give you an insight to what the vibe is:

So.

This Aries energy in the sky, rn. Add that to Mercury being in Gemini 🤔 perhaps it might be the reason for what I’m about to say. Oh & it’s eclipse season andddd almost Mercury retrograde. Pluto is already retrograde to. Sooo who am I to deny this energy the cosmos has beseeched upon us 🫡

Ok. Now

If I’m replying to your personal stories featuring selfies, low key (& high key 🔑 ) thirst traps with heart eyes- wait & I say personal because I heart eyes other shit all the time; pets, delicious looking plates of food, etc, but not anyones selfie or no shit like that…because I don’t want anyone getting the wrong impression. Unless it’s one of my gay ass friends beings exceptionally fucking fabulous, thas different.

So if I heart eyes the image or video of YOU, or share some choice (always respectful- I don’t get *disrespectful til we start dating and & even more so when we start mating 😈) words of enthusiasm, based on what I see/admire/lust for 😂…and you hit a nigga with the prayer hands 🙏🏿…I’ma stop sending them. & assume (like I heard someone say- prolly saw it on twitter, tbh) No hard feelings, but I’m prolly not the intended audience 🎯 of said image or thirst trap…& I gotta respect it and keep it pushin.

To be honest, I didn’t want your prayers, I wanted your pussy.

Bless

Blessed.
Like you riding my face and baptizing me in your wet-

Lemme chill, lol. Also, today feels like it’s ruled by Venus, but Jupiter calls the shots. I ain’t mad at it. I fuck with the vibe.

*disrespectful* = respectfully nasty and freaky, but sooo much so-that it seems disrespectful. For ex. “disrespectful sex”

Get it? Well. IYKYK 🤷🏾‍♂️

Tramazon

Queer, Transgender

You know how privileged it is to say to someone, particularly a poor, trans woman of color living in the South:

“Live Out Loud. Live your Truth,” etc.

I mean that sounds wonderful and inspiring in theory if:

You didn’t have to walk down the street in a neighborhoods inhabited by many ignorances of color (ignorance comes in every shade)

If:

You didn’t have to take public transportation.

There she was.

6’2. Blonde wig, face beat with make-up  done by the gods. Light eyes and a strut that could walk the runways of Paris.

She got on the bus and immediately, all eyes and all heightened senses of the monsters, peaked.

“You by yourself? Where’s your mama at?” She asked to the two children sitting across from her.

“No,” they giggled. They seemed to be between the ages of  8-11. “Our daddy is on here too.”

She smiled. Then proclaimed, “Ok good.”

The two ignorances behind me snickered:

“The end of days. You hear me. The end”

She proceeded to mind her business and look at her own reflection in her phones screen.

I believe she felt them:

The eyes. The hills and evil has them.

She continuously looked at her self, fidgeting and checking to see if her face (& indeed she) was still in tact. I could feel her discomfort. As ignorances piled up on the route, at one particular stop, she flung her 6’2 frame up and into the front of the bus before it had stopped.

The stares, the mumbles…pushed her forward.

Once at the front of the bus and her back facing everyone else, she took off her wig and proceeded to run her fingers through her own hair; which was about ear length and brown with purple streaks at the ends.

That mirror: her phone, which seemed to be her own saviour and comfort, she stayed looking into. Her legs twitched. She focused on her reflection the entire ride.

And I wonder, how difficult it must be to be her. In her shoes. In her own skin, where the world around her is a threat to her simply wanting to exist. To live. To be. To breathe and be in peace, as herself. How does she find the courage to walk in this world as a trans woman of color and NOT be effected by its ignorance. She can’t. She can’t even ride the fucking bus in peace.

God Bless the freaks.

Goddess Bless the beings who have to catch their breath in every moment; from a world where people are always trying to steal it.

*Featured Image* Viccky Gutierrez, a transgender woman from Honduras who was stabbed and had her body set ablaze inside her Los Angeles home on January 10, 2018.

 

I got it

LGBTQ

You do. As do I.
Beautiful
In tune with Soul-
Like: i’n’i

&
I
Wanna give you so much Love
So much trust
So much space to be in your own magnificence

As I do
Every. Single. Fucking. Day

& love the hurt into acceptance and forgiveness
So we can be sure that past remains in its place
I wanna hold you in a space created by both of our energy
By your side like-
Sade and symmetry

& chemistry is:
clarity-
blowing mixing & clearing of smokey mirrors
mixing these different spirits
Combining Souls
& grabbing hold of each other by the motherfuckin collar
& saying:

I got you. & I’m not going anywhere.
& Our Love is fucking worth it.

& we Love ourselves and then one another
&
You deserve every fucking thing. As do I.

 

Shuffle

Bisexual, Gay, gender, Lesbian, LGBTQ, qpoc, Queer, qwoc, sexuality, Transgender

I promise to listen
To you

And

Not fuck off with your heart
As most pre love post lovers do

Substantial
Everything you are
Especíal
One you are…

From your Power
To my Peace
To the Strength in my back
That makes you
Be*cum
Weak in the knees

The sight of you
Makes
Me
Weak in the knees

Composure kept
Although my heart is power walking steps

The ladder
That led me
Here
Or a bridge…

Yeah
That’s what Sade said:

He built…a bridge to your heart. All the way…

& so I know I haven’t come all this way
For nothin

    This. Must. Be. The. Place

You.
You and that face
That Love that you so easily give away

To me
Even when briefly
Give me your mouth so my tongue can connect with yours indiscreetly

& that will be the day
I might just say
Fuck it.

If you want a piece of paper

Sign your name as it becomes mine
I will give you kisses until there is no time
And love like there is no time
& I will. I do.
Love you.
Forevere like-
Like our Love isn’t punishable by Crime.

in some places it is.

& i will embrace you
Give you someone to lean to
Become your rock
As you continue this journey in this lifetime as a fallen angel

Pack Light.

Developing our negatives
Through our Dark
Push to Start…

 

You. Make Love.

FEEL…

Like ART

 

Take my badge
I will gladly give you my heart
Cuz I know,

You are deserving of Everything.

I wanna hold your hand and kiss your fears behind the walls of years you wondered if anyone else was out there.

Someone. A being. Who would get you. Love you and let you. Be.

Exist as you choose to Be.

  • Take you and give of themselves

Without expecting miracles from an overused and at times abused, wishing well.
Cuz I know damn well:
We are all Human. Mostly.

Demons. Soul cooking. In Hells Kitchen.
I guess that’s it…

Beauty & Beast Retreat

Bisexual, Gay, gender, Lesbian, LGBTQ, qpoc, Queer, qwoc, sexuality, Transgender

Before I

    touch
    You

      I need to

      feel
      You

      From:
      within

      Skin to skin
      Chin to chin
      My mouth finds the softness of your lips

      We exhale
      Become lost
      In a tangled tale
      Of
      New

      Breath

      Manifesting
      From depths
      Of
      Soul

      I suppose
      A lion in wolf clothes

      So much Power

      I will devour
      The very worst of you

      And treat you
      As my equal

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      Peace, Queen

      Bisexual, Gay, gender, Lesbian, LGBTQ, qpoc, Queer, qwoc, sexuality, Transgender

      She wandered
      & wondered
      & pondered
      & slumbered

        Until

      Peace that surpasses all understanding
      Was personified
      In her living room, standing-

      This (wo)man was always an island

      but suddenly felt stranded

      Eyes
      Looking beyond physical:
      Eyes to Soul Overstanding
      Never demanding
      Attention.
      Or
      Sacrificing of Self…
      Shhhh. Peace. Jusslissen
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