We could have cities bathed in pink and purple neon light, painted in the sounds of synth, where we walk sharing our joints in friendship and love, with neon blue lighting up the ramen-ya where we drink and scheme, we could live between twilight and dawn in the ecstasy of light rain and living dreams. But instead, we spend our waking moments to build this *gestures to a world on fire*

In any context, you can choose to welcome only nazis or no nazis at all. There's no mixed company when among nazis.

Heading home from my surgery, my life affirming ceremony, and thinking of the beginning of this story: "Inanna placed the shugurra, the crown of the steppe, on her head. She went to the sheepfold, to the shepherd. She leaned back against the apple tree. When she leaned against the apple tree, her vulva was wondrous to behold. Rejoicing at her wondrous vulva, the young woman Inanna celebrated herself. She decided to make a journey.” #trans #inanna #ishtar

I will never be cooler than I look in this selfie.

One of my favorite genders is the graffiti on the walls of a dyke bar