Gratitude-December (2)


-My friend D’lo(ve)💛 was born on this day. He is a gifted human being loving spirit. When we were 18 he inspired me to write my first performance piece. Shooketh my worldeth is a misunderstatement.

Today was about celebrating that fire joy heart light word playing truthtelling love flowing poet energy in which he was born, that energy of his essence that inspires me. Creative flow. Creative love. Creative Friendship. I published/shared a lot, wrote, and recorded today. In honor. Happy Birthday, D,LO! 💞

-clean clothes

-queer love stories

-lovers. People who love.

-a new step by new step


I Say, I ∞26

People mistake kindness for weakness. Generosity and humaneness are interpreted as dependency, impracticality, mistrusted. I am one of many who has chosen a path to develop, learn, practice, master, unconditional loving and compassion. This is a path I walk. A part of who I am.

People misunderstand where I’m coming from. People misunderstand me. I’ve never been able to express this satisfactorily until now.

I won’t be less of myself for anyone else. I am my whole self. When I began to transition I didn’t know if I could live in this world and be myself. I’d always felt queer. Queer beyond gender/sexuality.  A Love Mutant. A mutation of love. After I started medical transition, I stopped feeling so queer.  I realized I could never be less than who I was. My entire life has been about being able to live and embody this whole love. I stand in the strength of my wholeness, Lion-Hearted and Light-Hearted I live in this always in motion yin-yang-wholeness.


The Energy For December 2019-December 2020

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen, or who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under the bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you, to make each day count.

-Jack Dawson (Titanic, 1997)