age: 34 (Aug 02, 1978)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2012
body mods: Two tattoos - for now
makes me sad: hate, stupidity, female or lgbt republicans
sign: leo
fantasy: group sex
into: pretty much anything. I am a trans woman. Deal with it.
gets me hot: an individual enjoying and expressing their sexuality positively.
heroes: Buffy, my mom, my sister, Alice Munro,
makes me happy: Buffy, Sheldon, Music, men, women, both together, books that have something to say, photography, other people smiling
BLOGS
A Walk
I passed your house today. I didn’t mean to. I just went for a walk and found myself on your street, strange. I had forgotten where you live, and the smell of the oak trees. It’s quiet here on Sunday morning, I can hear the breeze.
I find myself slowing down and remembering the last night I walked through your door, its slow weighted movement and red brown hue. You held me, kissed me, entered me. You shuddered and collapsed into me, whispering, breathless,
“I love you”
I curl into you and say nothing. Wrapped in your arms you pull me closer. I linger awhile and enjoy the warmth and touch. You drift in and out of sleep, uttering affirmations of affection every time your eyes open and I’m still there.
When I leave you say it again.
“I love you.”
I leave the phrase in the air as I walk out the door.
The boy you loved died in your arms. I stand here in front of your manicured lawn, and colourful garden as a woman you wouldn’t recognize. One last look at your red brown door and I walk on,
“I love you,” hanging in the air.
I passed your house today. I didn’t mean to. I just went for a walk and found myself on your street, strange. I had forgotten where you live, and the smell of the oak trees. It’s quiet here on Sunday morning, I can hear the breeze.
I find myself slowing down and remembering the last night I walked through your door, its slow weighted movement and red brown hue. You held me, kissed me, entered me. You shuddered and collapsed into me, whispering, breathless,
“I love you”
I curl into you and say nothing. Wrapped in your arms you pull me closer. I linger awhile and enjoy the warmth and touch. You drift in and out of sleep, uttering affirmations of affection every time your eyes open and I’m still there.
When I leave you say it again.
“I love you.”
I leave the phrase in the air as I walk out the door.
The boy you loved died in your arms. I stand here in front of your manicured lawn, and colourful garden as a woman you wouldn’t recognize. One last look at your red brown door and I walk on,
“I love you,” hanging in the air.
APRIL 2013
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