intense self medication fuels tantric sensations–brewing carnal libations to spark uninhibited exaltation…we must worship the body and the mind in order to be whole and primed…advancing our rising sexual liberation could force the patriarchal edifice far behind…deep in my heart i want you to feel my long snake moan…pretty boy pixie makes me smile when …
i open my eyes in wonder at the majesty of the stars–i imagine fractal geometries connecting us near and far…i am a scorpio by birth but a rising phoenix by heart–i dream of a revolution to tear this sick system apart…we need the gnosis of both east and west to carve a synchronicitous path–we need …
subaltern powers writhe, grow, and rise–posing an alternative to this system from inside…examining anti-capitalist theory through transformative newborn eyes–resisting the fascist threat cloaked in patriotic disguise…we don’t walk we strut–we don’t make love we fuck…we strike a pose and run amok–bashing bigots into dust…we are a rising crime family crafted in the digital age–arming ourselves …
we resist in the shadow of a viciously kleptocratic and satanic cabal—a regime based on the most toxic ruling ideology holding so many white minds in thrall…we unleash our revolutionary prayers that this unholy babylon will fall—we build a revolutionary praxis that values transcendent relationships above all…tens of millions yearn for a blue wave in …
luminous rays interact reverberating near and far–our spirits evolve and change rising higher towards the stars…this is an epoch of historic struggle where every phalanx plays its part–your beauty seduces my eye by night opening a vector to my heart…this is full spectrum sensuality yearning for full spectrum system change–this is full spectrum evolution branding …
good and bad-right and wrong…ancient mores transcribed in songs…queer and straight–trans and cis…we can find common ground as we rise and resist…war and peace fused together with orwell’s flair–we are living through an age of existential mortal peril…with so much myth uproooted and so many lies exposed–the question is what we will build that can …
alone with my emotions, i am wracked by malaise—i contend with my demons clothed in varied shades of grey…i summon my defenses from near and far away–i imagine a present moment where i don’t yearn for what i crave…after two years living on dopamine, i am due for a course correction—my condition imposes limits on …
i am beyonce and madonna fused with gaga and rihanna–we are raging cokehead ballers meditating on the zen of karma…i am jesus and mohammad fused with buddha the eastern prophet–i am athena’s lust-fueled cupid fucking comrades and tantric pupils…i don’t want control i want to let go–let godlike powers shield my soul cuz we go …
this has been a gruesome week—by any estimation: the muslim ban upheld by the supreme court—a court that turned around and delivered a brutal assault on the rights of public sector unions…a rancid conservative justice stands down, paving the way for our would-be-fuhrer to appoint a fascist…there were a few rays of light—most hopefully the …
I want to write a poem that is expansive, EXPLOSIVE, and transformational… I want to write an homage to the fierce and flawless trans sisters evolving into warrior goddesses empowered to usher in a new age of sexual liberation… Sex work is one of humanity’s oldest occupations and it has not always been stigmatized and …
lost in the grip of neurochemical riptides, i grope for an anchor or for a potent dose of dopamine—age old addictions resurge like pathologies ravaging interpersonal trust so viscerally and so suddenly…i have sown the seeds of a pernicious strand of sex addiction amplified by the allure of substances both dangerous and intoxicating—a postmodern skid …
ecstatic joy riddled by viscerally searing pain–this manic week has taken a toxic toll on my brain…judgement impaired and reckless impulsivity on high–i’ve made devastating mistakes in the grips of hedonistic desire…i am grappling with the dichotomies of this dialectic–weighing my own agency and responsibility in this destabilized mental nexus…mania is a partial explanation for …
nocturnal visions and prophecies suffuse our world and let her breathe…craving love and refusing sleep—crafting verses driving deep…pentagons and hexagons—trapezoids and octagons…geometry voiced by our freedom songs—doing right and righting wrongs…we weave the tapestry of a new religion from disparate threads of divergent spiritual traditions…grounding our energy through meditation—seeking karmic cosmic revelations…contrasting colors weave in …
nothing in my life as an organizer has changed as dramatically as deeply internalizing the centrality of extending practical solidarity to trans women of color—nothing in the self-proclaimed equality movement needs to be rejected as emphatically as the tokenizing and exploitive ploys of gay inc towards the most marginalized sectors of our community…the refrain that …
we are virtual lovers fused by cyber-wired connections—we are mirrors of one another: we are psychotropic reflections…the pornographic revolution has reimagined the morphology of sexuality—connecting our senses to possibility and omnipresent carnal fantasy…i breathe the vapors deeply and feel the pulse of the flow of time—i imagine that you nurse my cock just before you …