right now. ugh.
“sexy things about trans women
“i wish my lovers would tell me more things they find sexy about me, because i live in a world that doesn’t tell me much of anything positive about my body or my life. so i have started keeping track of compliments and saving them for when i need them. i also write down the things about other trans women that i find sexy.
“i want to share some nice things i’ve written down about various lovers. anonymously, of course.
“hey girl: i like your strong, smooth hands. you’re a great kisser. your smoky voice makes my cunt twitch. your rosy cheeks are simply the cutest. i daydream about running my hands down your spine and playing with your asshole. your thighs feel so good against my ass, strong and soft. your eyes are so pretty that i want to grab you and kiss you every time that i see you. you are the smartest bitch i know, including myself. you have a way with words that makes talking to you on the street an exercise in restraint. you are sneaky in the best way. no one has ever made me feel as sexy as you did when you fucked me last night, and i really mean it. no one. your energy is contagious. you are very gentle at all the right times. thank you for fucking me in the lounge with the door unlocked, the view of campus was really spectacular. you are so sweet, and so funny. you have really cute hair. i want to cum on your tits because they are so gorgeous. you’re pretty. with your words and your body you make me feel like i’m the sexiest, smartest woman in the room no matter what. i want to lie around and listen to music with you all day. you are an amazing dancer.”” —
this is really hot and sweet; manybothans and i were just yesterday talking about how awesome miranda bellwether and the fucking trans women zine is!
In the process of struggling against racism, white people will discover that their own lives have not been filled with joy or freedom. If they don’t struggle with racism they will never be able to chart their own path to freedom. Their humanity will always be tainted, imprisoned by the horrific lie that “at least my life is not as tragic as ‘others’”.
I have bent my back to this plough for some decades now. It is Canada’s turn. Look for your complicit silence, look for inequity between yourself and others. Search out the meaning of colonial robbery and figure out how you are going to undo it all. Don’t come to us saying “What can we do to help?” and expect us not to laugh heartily. You need help. You need each and every white person in this country to commend those lone people of colour sticking their necks out and opposing racism where it rears its ugly head. You need to challenge your friends, your family whenever they utter inhuman sentiments about some other race of people.
We — I — We will take on the struggle for self-determination and lay the foundation… But so long as your own home needs cleaning, don’t come to mine, broom in hand. Don’t wait for me to jump up, put my back to the plough, whenever racism shows itself. You need to get out there and object, all by yourself.
We have worked hard enough for you.” —
Lee Maracle, Bobbi Lee: Indian Rebel, 1975
separate cats (me with Bunny, and her with Beauregard and Violet) in separate houses, but LITERALLY ONE BLOCK APART. It makes me feel like we are grown-ups, living in the same neighbourhood and being buds but having our own living spaces. We just walked home and parted ways a block from each of our doorsteps. best.