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@therealamg14
The eternal struggle of: did I want to be her? Or am I just kinda gay? A series..
Starting strong with, and this may be niche, but Cathrine Zeta Jones from No Reservations (the photo is not mine)
Stay tuned for more
********UPDATE APPARENTLY IM A LESBIAN SO THIS LIST WILL BE LONGER THAN I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT************
Also Sandra Bullock in literally anything in the 90-00s
The eternal struggle of: did I want to be her? Or am I just kinda gay? A series..
Starting strong with, and this may be niche, but Cathrine Zeta Jones from No Reservations (the photo is not mine)
Stay tuned for more
********UPDATE APPARENTLY IM A LESBIAN SO THIS LIST WILL BE LONGER THAN I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT************
I miss you.
Do you miss me?
Sometimes I think what it would be like to kiss you.
I’ll never tell you.
I’ll never ask.
I’ll never know.
-a.m.g.
Dressing room.
Excuse me, where is your changing room? I have a few things I’d like to try on.
Hmmm this isn’t right, too… straight I need something a bit curvier, can I try bisexuality?
Hmm I don’t know, maybe queerness?
Maybe… lesbianism?
Ooh I like that but I’m not sure, I kind of liked the first one so I don’t know if this is the right fit,
See I have an event tonight and everyone will be asking,
Let’s try queerness again,
Yes, I guess this will have to do, for now at least, but,
I’m sure I’ll see you again next week.
-a.m.g.
“Humans.”
Aren’t people wonderful sometimes?
Yes sure, there’s the plastic and the pollution,
And the terrible things some of us have done,
But
Isn’t it cute how we cut up oranges
Dry the slices and hang them in our cars,
In our homes? Hoping they bring us
Joyful energy, or at least sweet smell?
Isn’t it wonderful how if one of us sees
Something beautiful
We tap the shoulder of our friend
Or a stranger so they can see it too?
Haven’t you seen it? The other day an
Old woman went for a box of soda in
The grocery store, and the box went out,
Everyone scrambled to pick up the cans, get her a new box.
Yesterday a baby cried,
The mother so exhausted,
So someone held the baby and
Let them both sleep,
Today there’s a kid playing in the yard
Looking for fairies or trolls
And she hears something, some crack
In the woods, “Magic is real!” She thinks
Not knowing her dad threw a rock for her
Tomorrow a woman will be frightened
On a subway somewhere
Someone will notice, and they’ll sit next to her
They’ll make friends ride together always,
She will never be afraid to ride it again,
Yes, sometimes the things we do are
Truly terrible, but
Other times? Aren’t they just
Wonderful?
-a.m.g.
“If you Listen.”
The quiet things seem loud when nothing else is vying for your attention
The clink of your fork against the table or the way that ketchup squirts out of the bottle,
Your cat’s purr as he rubs against your leg,
And even the whisper of the wind,
If nothing else is vying for your attention,
If nothing else drowns out the noises of Life,
Life itself seems loud
So turn off your phone set it on do not disturb and sit outside.
Leave your phone in the house and sit outside.
Listen to the birds chirping in the trees,
To the wind blowing through them,
Listen to the way that rocks tumble and fall and clink and rumble as they go through your fingers back to the ground,
Stop. And. Listen.
Maybe there are lessons to be heard in the way that the tree creaks when it sways
Or the way that chipmunks run, and chatter, their paws pitter-pattering, way up high,
Maybe there are lessons to be learned in the sound that the waves of the lake make as they rumble over driftwood,
And the way that pinecones fall and tumble and crack on their way to meet the ground
Maybe there are lessons to be heard and learned by the way that pine needles crunch under your feet, or in your hand, or under the hooves of deer,
Or how soft and quiet the dark earth itself may seem as it compacts beneath you,
Maybe there are lessons to be learned by just being in nature
By just listening.
By turning off all the other noises in your life
The people in your phone, or real life, their advice, their telling you what to do, who to be, how to live,
Yes, even me.
And the even the noise in your own head.
Listen to the Earth
It’s much older than us
There’s wisdom to be learned.
-a.m.g.
The eternal struggle of: did I want to be her? Or am I just kinda gay? A series..
Starting strong with, and this may be niche, but Cathrine Zeta Jones from No Reservations (the photo is not mine)
Stay tuned for more
"To board a plane."
The places I most wish to see
Don’t exist yet.
I long to board a plane
Or step off my porch
And land in a place where love is radiated
Through the trees,
In the wind,
Drank from streams and rivers
People privileged to walk upon the land
Can be free to live how they want,
Violence is a word no one knows the meaning of
Simply because it doesn’t exist,
The place I most wish to visit
Or better yet live in,
Is a wonderful place,
Filled to the brim with generosity,
Neighbors helping sick neighbors
Filling baskets with food and needed things
When someone new arrives
Calling friends to help others
When one friend isn’t quite enough
People inviting others into their homes to break bread
Eat soup and listen to old stories,
I wish to open my door and find smiling faces
That greet me as I walk down Main Street
I long to take a drive in the country,
Drive for hours and hours
And yet when I finally stop
I’m still in this most magnificently peaceful place
I long for a home within which I can comfortably grow
A family with the person I love,
In a place that is not only beautiful to my eye
But also beautiful to my heart, my soul.
The place I dream of doesn’t have politics
Or hate, racism, two sides of the aisle,
Or really strife of any kind,
Not the kind that can’t be fixed with a cup of tea and honesty,
No. The place I most wish to go to doesn’t exist yet.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.
We can bring the gift baskets
And fight against the systems that leave us
Separated, and hating each other,
Spewing vicious, toxic, destructive words at one another
We can fight against the leaders who promote these things
Who engage in the hate, in the vile name-calling
Or commit unspeakable actions against their fellow people.
One day, hopefully, if we fight, if we work to build a better place,
We can finally have that place I wish to go to,
That place where love exists,
And hate is a word that is meaningless
Simply because it doesn’t exist
Someday hopefully we can finally have it.
A home.
-a.m.g.
HOW has this not gotten any notes yet? Have you guys seen it? Is it there? Is it not? (Not that I’m asking for notes or anything it’s just WEIRD)
“Dreams of Someday.”
Sometimes I think how
Lovely it would be to be
Hugged in our kitchen.
-a.m.g.
"To board a plane."
The places I most wish to see
Don’t exist yet.
I long to board a plane
Or step off my porch
And land in a place where love is radiated
Through the trees,
In the wind,
Drank from streams and rivers
People privileged to walk upon the land
Can be free to live how they want,
Violence is a word no one knows the meaning of
Simply because it doesn’t exist,
The place I most wish to visit
Or better yet live in,
Is a wonderful place,
Filled to the brim with generosity,
Neighbors helping sick neighbors
Filling baskets with food and needed things
When someone new arrives
Calling friends to help others
When one friend isn’t quite enough
People inviting others into their homes to break bread
Eat soup and listen to old stories,
I wish to open my door and find smiling faces
That greet me as I walk down Main Street
I long to take a drive in the country,
Drive for hours and hours
And yet when I finally stop
I’m still in this most magnificently peaceful place
I long for a home within which I can comfortably grow
A family with the person I love,
In a place that is not only beautiful to my eye
But also beautiful to my heart, my soul.
The place I dream of doesn’t have politics
Or hate, racism, two sides of the aisle,
Or really strife of any kind,
Not the kind that can’t be fixed with a cup of tea and honesty,
No. The place I most wish to go to doesn’t exist yet.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.
We can bring the gift baskets
And fight against the systems that leave us
Separated, and hating each other,
Spewing vicious, toxic, destructive words at one another
We can fight against the leaders who promote these things
Who engage in the hate, in the vile name-calling
Or commit unspeakable actions against their fellow people.
One day, hopefully, if we fight, if we work to build a better place,
We can finally have that place I wish to go to,
That place where love exists,
And hate is a word that is meaningless
Simply because it doesn’t exist
Someday hopefully we can finally have it.
A home.
-a.m.g.
“Don’t forget to remember.”
To kiss your girlfriend on the fourteenth date after walking her to her doorstep
To scruffle your dog just one more time before going to work
To let your cat snuggle in bed for just one more minute
Don’t forget to stare at the sunset shining and bouncing off the clouds
Don’t forget to sneak a bite of cheese when you cook, and share a bite with the dog
Don’t forget to look at the leaves as they rust in autumn and how they flitter and fall with grace
Don’t forget to remember to listen to birdsong and try and decipher what they’re saying
Don’t forget to look for chipmunks and squirrels high in the pine trees
Don’t forget to remember to look at yourself with love and tenderness as you do with others
To say “I love you” and “I miss you” and “Damn these cookies you made are fucking amazing”
To hug just one more time and squeeze extra tight
And kiss one more kiss under that cold starlight, moonlight sky
Don’t forget to remember to LIVE.
Because that’s what we are here for anyway isn’t it?
-a.m.g.
“22”
A year gone,
Another trip around the sun
January 14th has come and gone too soon again,
A big party,
Soups and charcuterie
Cookies and strawberry shortcake
Friends,
Family,
Babies,
Parents,
All there to celebrate
My new age
22
What has the last year been?
Who was I this night in 2025?
Who was she?
21 me?
And who am I?
22 now?
I think, if we got the two of us together
21 and 22
Somehow in that Chili’s where I spent the last one
There would be a lot of discussion over French fries and tequila,
And unbelievable disbelief
How this last year has treated me,
And where I stand now,
What I’ve learned,
All the ways I’ve hurt,
And every way I’ve stood through it all,
Cried through it all,
Yelled through it all,
Screamed through it all
So much change in so little time
22 this is all brand new
But I can’t wait to see
What this trip around the sun teaches me.
-a.m.g. 🦋
Podcast Episode · Soul Gum · 03/31/2025 · 42m
Idk I think you guys would love this. Definitely listen if you want to it’s soooooo good. Also her podcast is on Spotify too so. But oh my god it’s so good.
⚠️‼️TW SA and SH ‼️⚠️
“After.”
I’ve heard them talk about you
Out there in kitchens and hallways
On front porches and hushed living rooms
They talk about how you used to be
The you you were “before”
They talk as if you were somehow better then
“Before”
Before the bad thing happened that changed you
Irreparably
They tell me how happy you were
Before the hurt and the blood and the no ignored
Before the razor and the bandages and gauze
The Great Before
That’s how they talk about it
About you
As if they can’t wait for you to get back there
To be who you were
As if that’s possible after everything
But I kind of like who you are now
I never knew the Before you
But I like this you
The After you
The you that I know now.
This you laughs at jokes I make
And smiles at small kittens
This you finds joy in the cold air of January
And seems wise beyond her years
This you is the you I know
Who takes the first sip of cocoa
Because that’s the best one
And smiles at the mailman
Because “you never know what going on for him”
I like this you
And I don’t see why
Why they want the you before
When the After you is wonderful
So kind and generous
And loving and spunky
I didn’t know the Before you
But I love the After you just fine.
-a.m.g.
“Love in the Darkness.”
She couldn’t get out of bed the other day
So I sat with her and dried her tears
She couldn’t make herself eat anything yesterday
So I bought her a burger and fries so at least she had something
She couldn’t stop shaking yesterday
So I held her hand as she told me why
She couldn’t get dressed at all this week
So I washed her pjs and made sure she wore something clean
She broke down in the parking lot last week
So I sat with her for as long as she needed me to
She couldn’t make herself something to drink
So I found a cup she liked and filled it for her
She couldn’t tell me why she was hurting
So I sat with her anyway and held her close
She had trouble showering the other day
So I went in with her and washed her hair and sang her sweet songs
She couldn’t stop hurting
So I kept taking care of her with whatever she needed
A hug, a smile, clean hair, a clean face,
Food she ate, drinks she drank,
She wore clothes that were clean and fresh
She had a warm bed to lay in while she cried
She had her cats taken care of and snuggled up close,
She couldn’t love herself enough this month
So I did it for her, I cleaned her dishes
And made her dinners and breakfasts
I made sure she drank water instead of nothing,
I fed the cats and I held her hand,
She couldn’t do it so I did it for her
She couldn’t go on yesterday,
But I did it for her, I showed her how much she’s loved
Despite her mind telling her different
I couldn’t get out of bed the other day
So I sat and dried my tears.
I am she.
-a.m.g.
I guess it’s January now lol happy new year!!!! 🎆🎊
I hope this year treats you well ♥️ 💜
"Solstice."
Good morning sun,
It has been a while,
Stick around a little longer
Lets sit together by the fire
This year has been,
Interesting,
I’m curious to see what the next one brings
I’m glad you are here
Oh, how I’ve missed you
Your warmth,
Your light embrace,
The smile you bring to my face,
Goodnight sun,
Let me get your coat,
That went by way too quick,
Maybe tomorrow,
When you come visit again,
You’ll stay just a little longer.
-a.m.g.