The reclamation of my old Tumblr

Now with added queerness They/She. I stream on twitch! Come watch me Twitch.tv/LakeInori

[terraswallows]

Trans lesbians are absolutely real because you can put fifty cute, single trans girls in one room and they’ll immediately form a support group about how impossible it is to find a cute, single queer girl.

Either that, or it turns into a chaotic make-out pit where everyone forgets to get each other’s numbers because we’re all socially awkward disaster gays.

[deafeningcreationearthquake]

[lakeinori]

The Mourning that Never Ends (poem)

This elegy is not polite.

It will not hold your hand.

It will drag you

to the unmarked graves

you stepped over without looking.

Transgender Day of Remembrance.

A time to mourn.

A time to pretend we remember

the names we never bothered to learn.

Society says

we can mourn a white trans girl.

That’s allowed.

But what of the hundreds—

the thousands—

of Black and brown faces

gunned down, beaten, vanished

for daring to exist?

Where is their front page?

Their candlelit vigil?

Not even the “progressive” press

dares to name them.

It is disgusting.

We don’t know their stories.

We don’t know who they were.

We never saw their light

before it was torn away.

All we’re given is a name.

And what is in a name?

Nothing.

A name is not laughter.

A name is not joy.

A name is not the way they danced

or the softness in their voice.

The person is what mattered.

And we were never allowed

to know them.

I know the weight of this day.

But it is only a day.

One day to mourn

when mourning should never stop.

Our siblings are still out there—

hunted, hated,

murdered year after year.

And what do we do?

Nothing.

We are complicit.

Made so by comfort.

Made so by silence.

Western society taught us

how to look away. 

They tell us to have hope.

To look toward some bright tomorrow.

But all I see

is a pile of unknown corpses.

A field of dead names

etched on makeshift grave markers.

I see this

where there should be flowers.

A meadow of celebration—

each blossom a life,

each bed a soul

torn from the earth

by an unforgiving,

unapologetic

Society.

So, rather than reading names

on just one day a year,

let us remember them—

mourn them—all year round.

Let us not let the world forget.

Let us carve their names

into the broken flesh

of history and time.

We will not forget.

We will not forgive.

[notpikaman]

[lakeinori]

This makes me feel very uncomfortable, and now you do too

[pokemonpostsdaily]

[lakeinori]

What a cute couple

[lakeinori]

Hello, I don't understand this site and never really did. Sadly, my place on the Internet where I felt at home and comfortable; Twitter, is dying. I need a new home but you see, I wasn't around during the hayday of Tumblr and because of that I have no idea what's going on here.

Please send help and guidance. Anything would be appreciated.

Love

Lake 💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

Ps. Dean is me trying to understand this site.