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Dear Black People: Sometimes Breathing Is Resistance
by Tabias Olajuawon August 3, 2017Dear Family, I write to you from a place of knowing, aspiration and memory. This moment is so unforgiving, so demanding of our time, our essence and our uncanny ability…
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A Love Letter To My Fellow Empaths
by Tabias Olajuawon July 17, 2017If you’re feeling it, share the love, via CashApp. For some time, I have been struggling to get back to my craft. That is, I’ve been struggling to creatively and…
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by Sunsong Firedance intersexed trans sirens of silent agony screaming urine from a tree speaking in words of pleasantry spewing forth a stream of emotions but defeating (speaking) not our…
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Home is not fearing love so that I can experience the best part of living on earth, coexisting. I am spiritual and rely on my ancestors for their guidance. When I stay open to reading auras, I can see the colors they paint and it heightens the experience of my world; that of home and love. It is the most exhilarating feeling when home walks into my life in the form of love, walks into my openness and I can feel the presence of an aura like my own. In a world of many auras, there is a family of hues and tones that home and love are painted into. Relevance? Well, that’s the way my current home entered my life, the way we found one another.
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Togetherness is my greatest fear and desire. I fear paralysis resulting from lips unkissed, hands discarded, eyes unseen and hearts unheld. I do not fear invisibility nor anonymity but the…
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To be vulnerable is to open myself up to my own humanity, the power of the cosmos and the perfect imperfections of folks I encounter both daily and once in…