My Dress is Political. It empowers me and inspires others to follow suit. Maybe. My dress doesn’t give you permission to treat me differently. Especially in your businesses and shops. But I will kindly tell you why I wear this dress. I’ve earned my money wearing my dress. And I kept my dress on while […]Read more "My Dress is Political"
Count Down – September 3, 2014 The clock ticks and time talks As this teeny tiny person hears a tingling twinkle The twinkle remembered as a child challenges classmates like a game of chess The teeny tiny person began having marvelous mind mingling moments to themselves Tantalizing thoughts of teeny tiny persons who were similar […]Read more "Count Down"
Don’t you hate it when that happens? Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss. None were around. And those that were present, were no longer in working order. As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled […]Read more "Where’s My Lighter?"
If we don’t let police into our parade Is this an opportunity for them to raid? Our identities and who we are are always contested Conversion therapy is still being invested By Canadians who don’t like us and who think that we’re scum But some folks who are closeted “forget” […]Read more "Hostile Keyboards"
Am I BLANK enough, to be here? Am I too BLANK to be here? What if I trigger someone, just for being here and for being BLANK? Can I identify if I’m not BLANK enough? Am I suitable ally, if I’m too BLANK or not BLANK? Does your BLANKNESS not […]Read more "BLANK"
I dreamt that 2SLGBTQ rights were overturned. That we were criminalized again. That we were hunted down. Made to confirm to people who we were not. Assimilated. Terminated. Because of our love. Because of the misunderstanding of others. No more parades. No more marches. I saw my exes get taken away. My friends turn into […]Read more "Found and Lost"