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, […]

Melodic metal

I was reminded of a song by the title of a post on Rubber Bound Princess blog. “Something’s got to give.” Usually the way… Oh and there is “nothing wrong with me.” Easily identifiable lyrics growing up as an angry lesbian where everyone tells you everything is wrong with you. Drowning Pool – Bodies Seeing […]