buried-denmark
Palais Garnier, Paris
Would i wear this? = would a lumberjack wear this? Would a New England fisherman wear this? Would a cowboy wear this? Would an acid tripping hippie from 1969 wear this? Would my father wear this? Would a trucker wear this?
“You listen and you know / you could live a better life than you do, be / softer, kinder. And maybe this year you will / be able to do it.”
— Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Vol. Two
mycodyke
Dysphoria management tip: Go hang out in the fckng woods.
futchrep
I’m not thinking about my primary and secondary sex characteristics when I’m alone in the fckng woods! I’m thinking about moss and rocks and sticks and shit, not my tiddies.
““Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.
“Crow, are you a boy or a girl?”
“Caw, caw!”
I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the cotton white clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”
-Leslie Feinberg, Stone Butch Blues
at all times i want to look like i just emerged from my off grid forest home in the mountains to begrudgingly pick up necessities like canned foods and rice