My own child

Having a child that is so much like you. It is you. An extension of yourself. A SAFETY BLANKET. A reassurance that it is ok to die, because half of you is left. Or two halves. I am at the point in my transition where I still have spot bleeding. I have ovaries. I know, […]

Blood brother

Heal blood brother Lonesome lover Don’t feel afraid This sweet serenade is for you, my love I’ll fuck another bitch up I’ll fuck another bitch up Heal blood brother Lonesome lover Don’t feel afraid This pin-pulled grenade is for you, my love I’ll fuck another bitch up I’ll fuck another bitch up Run

I’m writing this for me and me alone.

I’m writing this for me and me alone. So Robot’s erroneous departure has affected me more deeply than I ever could have imagined. It was a deeply religious crush, a meaningful friendship. Everything occurred at a particularly eventful time in my life. It would make more sense if I had been abused as a child, […]