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Fri, 07 Jun 2013 15:34:54 -0400

I am better

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 01:00:00 -0400

My post, my thoughts, my actions, they are for me these days. They are not for, about, or because of anyone else. They are mine, and I can share them, hold them, change them, any way I want. I don’t care if anyone feels hurt, or upset, or angry or joyful, or comforted, or any other emotion in regards to me. I no longer have the space in my heart to care about anyone that has treated me poorly in the past. I deserve better, and I am better.

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Thu, 06 Jun 2013 11:28:02 -0400

Dreaded Disease

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 02:04:10 -0400

It’s finding out that your fiancé is fucking the boy he lied to you about. The brother.

You wonder how many times your mans dick has been inside his hole.

You wonder how raw it’s been and if you are walking around with some unknown infection inside of you. Wonder if the boys know what’s been inside of them.

Knowing now you could have trusted your heart and instincts in the past enough to not be in this position of anxiety today.

Queer Poly faggot brotherhood realness….I just sneezed…it might be that dreaded disease. Asking the fiancé is not an option you wish to pursue. Knowing that he is no longer yours, more comfortably placed in the youthful ignorance of boys that cum below. Besides, how could I trust his words? Even on something as important as this, I doubt his integrity.

quick follow this homosexual

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 01:40:03 -0400

quick follow this homosexual:

Gotta love my sister. Thanks Mo.

http://roguevague.tumblr.com

Brought back stiff, from death.

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 02:21:35 -0400

The blue cowboy rode in on the back of a whore. Barebacking he broke his back.

He’s dead.

He fucked up when he lost his innocence. Gave into the world and stopped caring about his world. The people he called angels were in fact demons. He himself and I are demons and thats okay. Right?

Are you fucking kidding me? Did you really kill the cowboy? How do you kill a cowboy? Tie him to a bed and fuck him till he bleeds to death then keep fucking him till rigor mortis sets in. Cut up his horse and cook it over an open fire. Thats the only way to do the job right.

But cowboys always come back. Thats why they have spurs and lassos. Hook in and hang in there dead cowboy. Your life isn’t over yet, just on hold for a little while. It’s time for a new ruling power. Demons will be angels again the way the monkey we call God intended it to be. All will be right in the land of inflatable faggots.

Saying goodbye in bed. Calling in, praying for, the gentle...

Fri, 24 May 2013 13:47:15 -0400

Saying goodbye in bed.

Calling in, praying for, the gentle comfort of Deer.

Searching for indifference in the separation.

If not Winter. Fragments of Sappho

Mon, 20 May 2013 21:11:07 -0400

I want to say something but shame prevents me

yet if you had desire for good or beautiful things

and your tongue were not concocting some evil to say,

shame would not hold down your eyes

but rather you would speak about what is just

The countdown…that moment…this moment…the...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:03:03 -0400

The countdown…that moment…this moment…the moments to come. Too much. Spiral, spin, dance, sing, scream, love, lift, clean. Ahhhhh ok, breathing, thinking gently, singing softly, moving freely in mind and body.

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Wed, 15 May 2013 20:43:40 -0400

actegratuit: Forever Bicycles, 2003 (W il giro d’Italia!) Ai...

Tue, 14 May 2013 17:14:35 -0400

actegratuit:

Forever Bicycles, 2003 (W il giro d’Italia!)

Ai Weiwei

nevver: The Dead and the Dying

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:43:20 -0400

nevver:

The Dead and the Dying

Which witch is which?

Fri, 10 May 2013 15:23:28 -0400

Which witch is which?

Trying to paint my bedroom but keep getting distracted by how...

Wed, 08 May 2013 17:41:47 -0400

Trying to paint my bedroom but keep getting distracted by how good I look in my painting shorts. True story.

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Wed, 08 May 2013 13:31:07 -0400

elmalo82: Snake

Wed, 08 May 2013 10:50:22 -0400

elmalo82:

Snake

fuckyeahvictorians: steampunktendencies: The Gentleman’s...

Mon, 06 May 2013 20:04:17 -0400

Steampunk Tendencies | The Gentleman's Surprise Chair

Steampunk Tendencies | The Gentleman's Surprise Chair

Steampunk Tendencies | The Gentleman's Surprise Chair

Steampunk Tendencies | The Gentleman's Surprise Chair

fuckyeahvictorians:

steampunktendencies:

The Gentleman’s Surprise Chair (Circa 1880)

oh god i need dis

Queer Poly Realness

Sat, 04 May 2013 01:48:00 -0400

Friday May 3, 2013 10:22pm

The coyotes and the foxes, and the other four legged beings are on the prowl tonight.

The dogs bark, sounding their warnings.

Red flags

Capture the fag

I am the fag

Am I that fag? Is he that fag?

Which leg is the fag leg?

My beautiful girl, the bitch that walks beside me, she sits, listening and learning the annoying ways of her kind that surround. I learn from her, yet again, the story of patience. The learning and the growth to be a better being that can only come of that patience.

These things, the four legged and the two legged and the me and the spirits….they search tonight, no hunt, seeking the source of the smell of death imbibed in the air. The corpse that rots in the woods.

Am I that death?

Did I bring about that death?

I proclaimed “I am a witch!” today. Out loud, head raised to the heavens as the innocence of a four year old girl contemplated the difference between good witch bad witch. Stirring her cauldron of spells made from dust and dirt and rocks in a hole dug by a four legged walks beside.

I am the witch, that prays the four legged find the corpse. I am the witch, the faggot, the brother, the lover, the man that prays the devouring of the corpse brings comfort to the guts of those in need, release to those in pain and resolution to things unresolved.

The moon rises. The creek gently flows in the south cooling my Piscean heart. Dogs continue to bark to the north. Red tail, or perhaps it’s owl, sits somewhere in the east, waiting to communicate with me again. And to the West…my heart…my emotions…..my being….things grow in abundance and my prayers are set to bed in comfort and confidence of prosperity of things to come.

And the photo I want to include with this text does not exist. Things of the heart can not be given justice with photos.

likeafieldmouse: Robert & Shana Parkeharrison 1. Summer...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 03:10:02 -0400

likeafieldmouse:

Robert & Shana Parkeharrison

1. Summer Arm

2. Ascension

3. Winter Arm

4. Mourning Cloak

5. Gray Dawn

6. Overflow

April 27th 2013 Too drunk to pack for Beltaine. Issues. Triggers...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:48:48 -0400

April 27th 2013

Too drunk to pack for Beltaine. Issues. Triggers coming up with that boy again. Must purge these things at the fire. Must be myself, and in my power again. On the land, with family.

Drunk and depressed. Spirit guide me home. Hold me once again as I transition back into my body…spirit…mind.