An Other

Sometimes thought of as an "other" Like anyone and everyone, i don't fit into neat little categorizations. i'm a lot of things. But i think i'm most easily defined as an "other."

[lionfloss]

'Under Monet's Pond' by Eiko Jones

[leunpetitdragon]

Lake time with the Southern Branch of GT. Road trip down and back with The Lad. First meeting of the Southern commanders was a success. Fun/weird to think that it’s been almost 30years that I’ve known some of them.

[artmagine]

The beautiful art of Thomas Blackshear II

[kingfucko]

i went to his website and saw even more great art! sharing some more which i particularly appreciated

[catchymemes]

@goth-queen

[vangoghcore]

by jonathan.mllr

[leunpetitdragon]

[famousfishathletecookie]

[leunpetitdragon]

Clouds from a couple of weeks ago on Father’s Day

[fibromyalgicaf]

Edited to add: Since a lot of people are reblogging this original post, I'm adding the updated version I did that incorporates the intersex circle...

I know intersex people are still getting excluded in a lot of LGBTQIA+ spaces (let alone wider society) and I think it's crucial to show this group is included in the statement that we all deserve equal rights.

[leunpetitdragon]

The other week I found out he loves irises.

Last week, I wished he could be around to eat the other half of a really good avocado.

But when plans fell through yesterday (due to a breaking leaf spring), or he talked about how poorly he was sleeping when I was there last weekend, I am felled by feelings that we’re careening towards catastrophe.

On one hand it feels irrational. On the other hand I wonder if there might a kernel of truth.

My fucking brain needs to just leave it. And I need to just live my life not afraid it’s all going to fall apart. It did fall apart once already, it wasn’t great but I continued on.

[vexheart]

[leunpetitdragon]

A gorgeously golden sunset (and dirty windshield), a found heart on a hike, the view, and woodland wild flowers all abloom!

A Tuesday up north with Mr. [Former] Mister was well spent.

[kedreeva]

I thought y'all might like to see Niagara Falls lit up for Pride.

Hope you had a good one!

[marinella-ela]

[rocktheholygrail]

Michael + paper clips

[rocktheholygrail]

An important day!

[metamorphesque]

i'm all the people i've ever loved

loseness lines over time by olivia de recat, @i-wrotethisforme, Kaveh Akbar, Olivie Blake

[leunpetitdragon]

Went up north for the weekend. It was a quick two hour drive from work (an hour longer than my commute). At one point, for the first time, maybe in a long time or ever, I had a sense of that I was going home. The box is still an extremely rustic place, and small. But in the morning he had texted to ask if there was anything I wanted from the grocery store. I knew that he was excited to see me and that he’d have a fire going and it would be warm.

On Saturday, we hiked a favorite mountain before the rain rolled in. We kept cozy in the box with a fire, and played cribbage and Rummikub. Had a dinner date. Today in the morning he gifted me some of my unwon cribbage wager, then went to breakfast. Afterwards, we walked along a pond on a rail trail and came across a free library. In the library was a book on the world’s religions, which helped us to kick off our spiritual Sundays.

We walked the property. A lot of trees had fallen in the years since I had last been up there. But also, it amazes me how well I still know the place.

We talked lots about my mother situation. We talked also about The Lad’s upcoming cross country road trip. He sent me home with a tire repair kit and a book on Jung for The Lad, as well as advice to have a sturdy knife for protection.

It’s been a month. A lot of conversations both in person and on FaceTime with a lot of reflections. Some of the conversations have been emotional with tears and tight chests. Some have brought up some difficult and painful things to remember. I see a lot of ways in which Mr. [Former] Mister has transformed. One way: in the mornings following some of our heavier conversations, he usually sends a text that is of compassion and understanding for what we had been talking about, but also how he intends to do better.

In some ways, as hard as the 3years, 7+ months were, I am glad it happened. We both managed our lives and put one foot in front of the other. But the space gave us some perspectives we couldn’t have had. Now it feels so much better to share and have our conversations once more.

Not sure exactly how we’re going to get where we’re going, just that we will get there… eventually