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What Being Ace Means to Me: Asexual Musings.

I don’t need to defend myself, but I feel I need to advocate for us asexual middle-agers who -- despite who we were before, whatever the hell came before, who we fucked, loved, identified as, whatever -- are whole now.

poetry

Summits. {poetry}

Summits. They are always just beyond the next ridge. Just beyond this next heartache. Just beyond the unbearable loneliness. Just beyond the empty loss.

wisdom

Don’t Ask Me: For the Childless, Divine Mothers of the World.

I cry into animal fur because of harsh words shared so many times about this topic in the darkest corners of my life, and because of my primal urge to push bone and flesh from the wildest part of my soul into the world. So you don't know the shocking grief of having had moments of deep longing, ...

poetry

One More Song. {poetry}

Today I sing one more song for you as the poet cries again When he is heard across the world. Since the thoughts of you Are engraved all over his heart now sore with the need of you.

you & me

I Am Finally Moving Away From Heartbreak.

Thank you for breaking me, because putting myself together was the best thing that ever happened to me.

you & me

The Worth Of Tears.

I'd become so accustomed to trying to live up to what other people thought strong meant, I forgot how to embrace the paradox. Softness and hardness, masculine and feminine, assertion and surrender, the warrior and the caregiver, we need both in order to be whole.

art

To The Fiercely Rising Woman.

You will lose at times. Friends, lovers, people, pets. You might endure deaths, divorces, loss of health, wealth, and sense of self. Allow the loss, feel it fully, and let it lead you to the place deep within your soul that knows the truth. You are infinite. Love is infinite. Life is infinite. ...

poetry

I Will Raise My Daughter To Be A Goddess, Not A Doormat. {poetry}

I will teach my daughter to have faith in many things. Let her know that God is not a requirement. I will teach her that the gender of whom she loves is up to her, And that she decides whom she spends her life with.

you & me

Maybe This Is What It’s Like To Miss You.

So, sure, I remember what it’s like to miss you and maybe that makes me weak. Maybe I’m as vulnerable as the day that you left me. But I know that’s not the case.

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