I LOVE when a guy says he’s heteroflexible...like okay baby boy, I can make you flexible ;)

Solar Return 6/8/25

My reaction to the series finale of the Netflix show You!

I’m drowning from the words left unsaid bubbling up in my head, suffocating from the elephant in the room crushing my chest, choking in the hollowed out crimson cavern of my throat

As a girl, I always wanted to be gay...but for boys. I kissed a boy *as* a boy and I liked it, felt his stubble brush my lips, crushed our bodies together in the unholiest rush of adrenaline.

Wading through thick puddles of my weeping chest, I’m hot wax melting, crayola bleeding, a record that skips at the best part, iron sharpened too hard

Simply smutty satire of evangelical Christian bigotry and doomsday philosophy

I’m hell bent on winning but you will go to your death bed believing I’m sinning before you ever call me your son

I never thought I’d be a starving artist...literally

After All This Time? Always Soulful Love by @Esther_992 on Twitter I still feel the embers of emotions Stirring within me That never...

One of my favorite favorite poems of mine to my inner queer girl reclaiming a lifetime of repressed sapphic desire! 💞

A love letter to weed lol

I want a man that gets a boner for justice... I want to hold a man the way thirst holds water Let every river envy our mouths

Inspired by the movie of the same name, music I've been listening to, and family trauma

Gender fluid like water running over rocks, fluctuating like the ocean, floating away from the shore

If God is in the details, I’m a skim reader

I’m fucking tired of carrying the conversation in my relationships. I’m sick of being the superior communicator.

Congratulations, you’ve “discovered” trans people like you “discovered” America!

This my fourth Christmas without my family, and my anxiety is sky high, flying through the frigid air as they pass my roof by.

Goodbye to my first solo apartment, where I discovered intense joy on my own, where I met myself without all the masks.

To the top 10 states that search for trans porn, ripe with patriotism and redneck rage, dripping with the blood of hate crimes

A play on words for Edgar Allan Poe, one of my muses, about the role that trauma has played in my life and how it's taken a toll on me

Rage against the dying of the light Last but not least, Half-Hearted Hurricane to complete my bisexual series 🩷💜💙

Bisexual like Gemini, twin flames tangled eternally. Stars by the pocketful, dancing on the edge of duality, that cosmic knife.

When you’re bisexual everybody assumes you want to fuck them...and they're right! I'm also nervous around everyone!

I’ve been reflecting more on a quarter century of existence. I cried a lot writing this, fuck.

I feel like I’ll be just another casualty on the road to revolution, but we will grow forests in the ashes of capitalism.

Inspired by recent events

Endless summer days and purple haze Saturated sin and freshly rolled Js

A very short poem (for once) about death (as usual)

A poem about the endless cycle of death and rebirth

I'm a native to navigating uneven terrain. I enjoy traversing plateaus and wandering sun-washed valleys until the day is snuffed out.

Today I am 24, like my parents were when they first cradled me. I feel like a newborn gazing at my future with wonder and fear.

All trans adults were kids once. We knew who we were then too, but no one listened or believed us.

I have a dream…to not wake up

This poem is reimagined from the stupid phrase: "Love the sinner, hate the sin."

I hate that dirty trap house and those decrepit, cruel boys, that tangle of cords snaking around underfoot, your rotten breath and filth.

You could cut the sexual tension between us with a knife

She's Not Me: a poem about how painful gender dysphoria can be

Poem about bipolar depression. Disclaimer: Not currently suicidal.

Yes, I'm talking to you, Christians.

Birthing Tyranny in the Land of the Free

I know you. The weird kid whispered about in the halls. The little girl who sat alone at lunch. The closeted child in love with her friends.

A gay little poem ❤️

Inspired by "Real Talk" by Franny Choi. This is an ideal (poetic) conversation I would have with my mom that will never happen.

When I was a 5 year old girl, a boy told me I looked like a monkey, jumping around and screeching with glee.

He pinned himself on me like a dart to a board. all ego and drive.

A poem about being used and discarded by men

I don’t see homeless people on street corners as pathetic, lazy, dangerous stains on society...anymore.

The wheels on the bus went round and round as you enclosed my small hand in your protective grip, squeezing tighter with each bump we hit.