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Faux Queen: A Life in Drag

I’m fairly certain that I am too “nice”

Because if I really spoke my mind

You would have no ego left to speak of

The Way of the Peaceful Warrior - Dan Millman

This was her favorite moment.

When her hair fell low and smooth

Flaxen, golden

Mine dark and short

Blunt, bangs knocking their knees like mine bare at lunchtime, chilly in the fall air with no tights to scathe my skin into feigning warmth

My eyes were dark, hers were blue

She turned and smiled, short skirt twisting into a bright array of color

Her energy exploding, mine sinking away

The power of the moon, her scepter

The fear of time, my scythe. Always reborn, never forgiven.

I walk the path far ahead. She can take the stage for now.

From waiting rooms to boardrooms, a woman maps the silent wars of pain, misdiagnosis, and misogyny in medicine, refusing to be told it’s all

The gangster in me is clutching a barrel. The artist in me is remembering Bowie talking about how he very intentionally did so much alone.

Dirty Witches

Make Perfume

LJR

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

The wild use of imagery to speak