“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he's never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don't wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes. Your problems are paper mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don't lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.” - 'Frida Kahlo', Marty McConnell
I am everything that I am today because of my friends. 10 years strong. A decade of side splitting laughter, a decade of never feeling alone, and a decade of memories, countries, festivals, photographs, blurry nights, trust, love, happiness. In it's purest form, happiness. Find your tribe. It's my secret to a successful life. Happy birthday Tay
Australia is hosting a postal survey to decide whether gay citizens are allowed the same dignity, validity, and rights as everyone else. It has been a painful, insulting, and degrading storm that has left us cold and vulnerable. But we all know what comes after a storm My latest YouTube video (link in bio) is a matter close to my heart, tackling some of the disgraceful (and tacky af) ads targeting innocent members of the queer community. We'll drown out their hate with love, laughter, glitter, and dancing. We always have. We always will.
I have gorged myself
on poems, on dancing;
I have drunk champagne
in my thirst.
I have muzzled my ravenous mouth
with a kiss
Oh god, my stomach is a clenched fist
in its emptiness
it swings and strikes at me
hell hath no fury
hell hath no fury
like a hungry snake. @mewpoet