I don't want to be an advocate.... I want advocacy to be something I regularly do.

I don't want to be an artist, but I hope that my creations strike those who see them as well designed and art-ful.

I don't want to be addressed by my genitalia in my pants, but boy howdy do I know how to effin' use them - if I want to.

I want to be a little bit of everything, even when I feel like a whole lot of nothing.

Can we just be, do, start to see what's true?

'cause all these titles and valuations seem to leave us tried, tested, - found wanting, sad and blue.

hindsight being 20/20 we now know the learnings that we get from allowing male chauvin-ist pigs to make rules for others, get away with more than their share, and the issues of figureheads for the masses. We are doing better after this day, this is the upswing. Thanks for you.

WE are better now, we are smarter now, we take our learnings forward, we love with our fullest selves, and we. GET. BETTER.
This is not shame, this is guilt, we learn from mistakes.... and we believe in rehabilitation.

Swarm is forever.

Only some cops are bad now that we'll have the ability to decipher who can deal with the call of duty and who cannot.

I remember why the echoes are here... it's hard lessons that will reappear. Each time I forget what I am taught, the pains come back again; remind me I ought not let the moral of the story be forgot.

"3, 6, 9, 13
The whole be greater than the sum of parts.
I'm just tryin' to be chordial with you, kids

when the C, E, G forms a whole C again - that's harmony, baby!"

Everything is hot/cold intense,
***** getting exposed
both figuratively and literally...
can't tell if the eyes sting of allergens or tears
and I'm tryin to hold to my morals.

So, we're having an interesting series of challenges, I tells you.

These april showerings likely may deflowerings -

all the twitterpation makes me vibrate
with feelings of fight, flight, fawn or fright.


**** this

it all is, has been and will be, we must show up with our males and females in balance in each moment we can.... internally first. I hope as a female outward, your male innards are better than anyone who presents male outwardly.
We made them act "manly" for us for a long time, when the feminine insides in roughened exteriors ended up making mistepps out of heavy expectations... then we just .. made excuses for bad behaviour, and self-hatred applied to justify the swings....
when internally we're in charge of the balancings.

I feel like you'll like that, too.

My writings are coming out weird and faster now

I've been picturing the universal balancing points.

like what if whenever someone showed up "too needy" "too Much" "too this" --- was just the balancing point.
of what I was hiding.

since we're all mostly projectionists. so.... I'm trying to show up more balanced.

just to see... my friend likened it to the stillness that reflects...

mirror surface

like the kangaroo who hopped over the river but didn't quite make it... got stuck in the mud on both sides.. I mean, it jumped, and did cross, but didn't do it well, and died there.... but the bones - the structure - allowed others to cross

Good mentorship looks for what the bones are, not the muscles that tore, or the skin the cut and bled... nor the bruises in the meat..
"I wish to take the lesson, but I can leave the story."