self care

Dear 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…

If 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…

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…

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.

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…

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…