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I hope there is always a tomorrow with you
Make a run for it, Franck Bohbot
Empress Lilith from Pazuzu
~ finding your lips in the dark ~
now it’s all I crave;
And yet I find myself reserved and fearful of the future.
So I pray ~ // let the way be open //
One day at a time
Say yes more often
Acknowledge the simple beauty life/nature has to offer
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This is a blessing
Dark matter, Michael Schlegel
If only I could clear away all this grey matter from my mind and make room for making art
I’m kinda feeling like the people in my life who didn’t vote today aren’t really trans allies.
Sunshine Eyes
I just want to hear your voice one last time
~ finding my light ~
I can recall the exact moment in time when I knew what my chosen name was. It was honestly a simple thing. I stopped my mother in the hallway one day, when she was on her way out for a cigarette, and I asked her this: “what would you have named me had I been born male at birth?” That was 12 years ago.
She didn’t hesitate. She said Luke. I never asked her why. I didn’t feel the need to. I was in her womb for 9 months. She went through the pain of childbirth. We have a beautiful and wonderful relationship, so to me it’s as much of her choice as it is mine.
Prior to this revelation, I had spent my life with a 4 silable ~ mouthful ~ of a name. I’ll say it just once. For story-telling sake. Elizabeth. But I always went by Liz. I hated the long name, and demanded the shortend version at an age I don’t have many other memories from. It hurts to hear that name sometimes. Even if it’s not my ~deadname~ being called. I certainly don’t answer to it anymore, but that took years of training.
There’s more to it still. It was a family name, my grandmother, and my aunt both shared that name. Both passed from this plane of existence ~ on to bigger, brighter things. So... the name does bear some weight to it... and for that reason, I deliberated over my chosen name very carefully.
Lukas Eli
Lukas ~ the lengthy verson of Luke, because I’m used to the mouthful. The spelling is Germanic and Nordic. I liked the “look” of the K better than the more common spelling, Lucas. The name, is actually a word and predates biblical times and is a derivative of the word LUCA ~ meaning bringer of the light.
Eli ~ short for Elizabeth, for my family. Chock full of strong and inspiring women.
Nothing is sacred
It’s been eight months but I finally feel like I can breathe again.
I’ve found my clarity.
All it ever does is rain
by Christian Benetel