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Looking Forward, Moving Forward: Depression and T*ism
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward. Or how I learned to stop worrying and started learning to love the girl in me. Wednesday, May 4, 2011. On May 3, 2011 @ 6:14 PM Quay Summer said. I like your writing style, I hope you keep posting, it's May and you haven't in a while.". May be described as feeling sad, blue, unhappy, miserable, or down in the dumps. Most of us feel this way at one time or another for short periods. Http:/ www.boingboing.net/2011/04/26/transgender-woman-be.html. This poor woman was taunted...
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward: I've been looking forward for so long, i forgot to move forward
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward. Or how I learned to stop worrying and started learning to love the girl in me. Monday, January 16, 2012. I've been looking forward for so long, i forgot to move forward. I have been writing fiction also for the last six months at an online site called Big Closet and my work has been pretty well received if you would like, you can read it here. I may have also mentioned my novel The Enhanced: TRI. Blessings and loving wishes to you all,. January 17, 2012 at 10:44 AM. Now@ ...
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward: October 2011
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward. Or how I learned to stop worrying and started learning to love the girl in me. Saturday, October 29, 2011. Sorry i was away. I had an odd summer this year, odd because i didn't allow myself to enjoy it as i should have. odd also because right on the heels of writing about depression and T* people, i fell into a major depressive episode. Life, it seems is a witty MF sometimes. Functional Moongoddess, Less Than Fab. ARRRRGH. Must Smash Stupidity! A bit wiser, a lot happier.
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward: Out and Aboot!
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Looking Forward, Moving Forward. Or how I learned to stop worrying and started learning to love the girl in me. Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Im Gender Gifted, that means Im a T* Girl. look it up grin . Im a published author, a painter. as to whether Im an Artist? Well, eye of the beholder, I guess. I am and always have been an unrepentant geek neyah. View my complete profile. Links to my friends. Lady in my Dreams. Taps Microphone* Is this on? The Day Of Remembrance.
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Finding Jester: January 2011
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Sunday, January 23, 2011. To claim the fabulous. Expressing my inner fabulous is much easier to do with delightful clothing- and it inspires brilliance in others. Last night I was at the Steampunk Exhibition Ball. In Seattle. I was deeply inspired by the beauty of my fellow Volunteers and Attendees. I looked ok, too :). And now, poetry! What it looks like inside. Is not always visible. On the resolve of the interior. To the river before us. Always never looking forward back to the. Who of all of you.
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Finding Jester: May 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011. A Letter To Myself. It's like we're buckets and waterfalls. But every bucket has a hole. And then you say, have you found a plug yet? It doesn't have to be perfect but. You have the power over your hole. Your plug is yours to control. Remember your plugged is your power. And your waterfall, this nourishing bliss. Can be given wisely or poured amiss. So where does that sacred water go? Does it spill over, or hit the rocks down below? And tell me how you know. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester: A Letter To Myself
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Friday, May 27, 2011. A Letter To Myself. It's like we're buckets and waterfalls. But every bucket has a hole. And then you say, have you found a plug yet? It doesn't have to be perfect but. You have the power over your hole. Your plug is yours to control. Remember your plugged is your power. And your waterfall, this nourishing bliss. Can be given wisely or poured amiss. So where does that sacred water go? Does it spill over, or hit the rocks down below? And tell me how you know. Past Comes to Life.
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Finding Jester: Hymn
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Thursday, May 9, 2013. All day the twin melting helix of. Souls dancing in the moon and wind. A ritual deflation, dusty hands. Spread wide and chapped raw, reaching. Towards the glowing eyes and gaping. Maws of 1,000 spirits in a whirlpool. And the stars shine over us all. Wrap this hope in a cocoon of solitude,. Rest it in emerging golden rays with sparrows singing. As the leaves reach and cover you in grace. Waiting for your safe return to our glittering shores. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Finding Jester: Spiders
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011. Awoke slick hard and trembling. To the stars and night sky day. Analogy, knowing and wanting. To understand these complex. Interweavings with the midpoint. Threads looming, bound into. Boundless freethinking. Howto. Deflect by diameter when the truth. Is both, dear, neither, and free each in. Moments best kept interseparated? The ways we touched our souls, selves. Praygasping in the pew and aisle tell you. Story's depth and intimate pride to stand. Total eclipse of the fart.
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Finding Jester: November 2010
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Monday, November 29, 2010. The night so cold the fires went out,. It must have been 1983. She hated how. His love for her played dead. When she walked into the room. Maybe we should go to the movies and. You can confuse me for the one onscreen. With the smoking gun. You can say how. Cruel I was, like you told me about her. Call off your dogs. When we open that. Door to the sea, will it mean healing. Morpheus cannot finish songs. Aphrodite sung without bridge repair. Friday, November 26, 2010. Sharing the...
