The first time I ever came to the land, it was for the summer trans gathering you invited me to, two years ago. I was fortunate to have your help figuring out what was going on. My spouse and I stayed in Temperance. I was confused by the cracking black & white tiles; the floor
I’m sunning on the bank of a river. It’s a glorious day. Red flowers are growing around me. I’m lying on my blanket, listening to birds sing, wind in the trees, and feeling grateful for my body and my life. My breasts, huge tummy, soft thighs, feet, shoulders, strong calves, arms, back, hands, neck, ass,
Dear lost one, I miss when you hugged me hard and made me tea– I felt like I belonged near you. Maybe I belonged somewhere. Those days were kind of brief. I miss when I brought you to the land because I was showing you what was most valuable to me, trying to give that
I want places it’s ok to share erotic art. I’ve thought about making a pay site, but I don’t know how to manage the funds considering I’m disabled on benefits. Likewise I wish for a corn co-op, but my friends don’t seem into it. Not sure I have the energy to manage that from scratch.
This post is an Imbolc letter to the one I’m estranged from. Dear one, Many times over the past few months, I’ve wanted to tell you that you are welcome in my home. I know we’re not speaking right now. But I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you (for months) that
I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers. My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and
I have a pocket of feelings I don’t enjoy. I visit them in an addictive way. Usually I skim the surface, but today my spouse was pulling cash from an ATM, and I was sitting alone in the car. I started talking to myself, or talking to the one I love who I should not
One of my favorite groups on a social media site is about lesbian sex. I’m fascinated by lesbians. I’ve never fully been a lesbian, but I’ve considered at different parts of my life– am I a lesbian? Whatever I am, I enjoy giving lesbian sex tips to strangers. A lady was feeling guilty for not
My addictions are mine and comfortable. I wish I didn’t have them, but they’re part of me. They’re like my disabilities– I know what to do. My addictions are like soft, frayed blankets, easy to fall into. I’m not proud of them, but I’m used to them. I know how they smell. my addictions Long
This Solstice letter is an unsent letter to someone I’m estranged from. Dear one, This letter is emotional but chill and respectful, as far as I perceive. Thank you if it’s something you want to let in. I thought about you on Solstice when I was preparing to go to the land, and walking by