As I walked across town to work today, a man looked at me in surprise, his mouth open and his brows furrowed. I looked at him defensively and at first I wasn't going to look away... I thought, here we go again, another idiot who has never seen a transsexual in real life, but it was not about that..
"Olala!", "Beautiful!" “Tres belle” he shouted in French and called his friend to admire me again as an art object before I disappeared laughing into the crowd of the store.
Mijn moeder had het onlangs over de dood en hoe ze het zich voorstelde en het soort van ervoer in dromen. Ze beschreef het als een extase van het niet-fysiek gebonden zijn, zwevend in het universum.
...My mother was recently talking about death and how she imagined it and kind of experienced it in dreams. She described it as an ecstasy of not being physically bound, floating in the universe.
...My mother was recently talking about death and how she imagined it and kind of experienced it in dreams. She described it as an ecstasy of not being physically bound, floating in the universe.
Sometimes no words are needed, sitting at my altar, lit with candlelight during rituals of beauty is sometimes the prayer itself. Offers? My commitment to my femininity...
Comincio a godermi tranquillamente la sensazione che a volte sono uno spettatore del mio stesso Sé. Se superi la paura, puoi trovare in essa la virtù. può essere una virtù comprendere i ruoli che si interpretano in questo teatro cosmico ed essere in grado di vederli da lontano... rendersi conto da lontano, alienati dalla realtà, quanto possa essere travolgente la "realtà" - solo per scoprirlo poi poeticizzare, romanticizzare e spiritualizzare.
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I begin to quietly enjoy the feeling that I am sometimes a spectator of my own Self. If you overcome fear, you can find virtue in it. it can be a virtue to understand the roles you play in this cosmic theater and be able to see them from afar... to realize from a distant, alienated from reality, how overwhelming "reality" can be - only to later poeticize romanticize and spiritualize it All.
I make no apologies for my fierce presence, for my aura that radiates through space, for my beauty that aesthetically arrests and sometimes intimidates, for my words full of power... I make no apologies for my might.
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Ik verontschuldig me niet voor mijn felle aanwezigheid, voor mijn aura die door de ruimte straalt, voor mijn schoonheid die esthetisch arresteert en soms intimideert, voor mijn woorden vol kracht... Ik verontschuldig me niet voor mijn kracht.
thank you for always being so poetic, you've put into words ways i could finally name what i felt too -- it feels more sensual than sexual, and though sexual was certainly the most used description and perhaps the closest, it doesn't feel as fluid. you're illuminating in the way darkness only can <3
What praise, delightful words. How nice that you can find yourself in this.
Some people say I'm "sexy", sexual... I think that's a misconception. I let others feel me without them touching me, I hold them in aesthetic arrest and can penetrate them, in a non-physical way .