my god is in the noticing–noticing the moment between when i start to breathe and when i feel the first rush of air into my lungs…noticing the energy and magic that surrounds us–evident in birds that flock and fungi who thrive on the toxins leached by other forms of life…noticing the beauty of an incisive …
its hard to be humble when the energy and adrenaline of an action are racing through my veins–hard when my brain’s potent dopamine clinic is flying high on overdrive…its hard to be humble when visions of fractals or sacred geometry meet my eyes–leaving me feeling particularly empowered to participate in crafting a transformed future…it is …
collective grief and collective rage – – freedom crushed, jailed and chained… we rise in power saying all of their names – – we resist this toxic fascist plague… we find joy in struggle and joy through our tears– across our nation we rise to conquer fear… power quakes when our fires are revealed …
I am always looking for magic–seeking the dilation of time, the deepest enunciation of truth, the most exquisite attenuation of the dancer’s fierce extension…I am grateful for all of these moments–grateful for the magic of the moon and the sun…I am grateful for the serenity of silence and I anticipate the ecstatic magic yet …
I want to write about who I am becoming—and about what I am leaving behind…I want to write about the web we are weaving to save the air we are breathing with the power of our minds…I am a shadow worker in gestation—seeing the cracks through which liberation comes…pouring libations and releasing incantations to channel …
so its official—we are now the epicenter of this global pandemic…and we aren’t yet managing to even test everyone with symptoms…this is all likely to get exponentially worse before it gets any better—leaders of color have plowed the ground building networks for mutual aid and resistance—prefiguring the faintly visible outlines of a transformed society amidst …
this is not a drill—COVID circumnavigates our globe in tandem with the relative scale of contemporary social dysfunction…this is a moment for what is to be done—a moment for protection from this infection: for connection and introspection…this is a moment that calls for all of us to breathe—and look out for each other—and again, not …
I feel alone–so painfully alone… Lost in a fog of fear, profound remorse, and omnipresent anxiety… My mind has been locked in a vicious cycle of FIGHT, FLIGHT, or FREEZE–a cycle only broken by cathartic tears of pain… I have been confronted in retrograde by a new landscape of harm–this both tortures my conscience and …
living in luminous sobriety is its own sacred high–we must craft a healing revolution to sanctify our hearts and minds…the oxygen, dopamine, and adrenaline make me wild and super fly–i am done being a spice junkie constantly lost in the ebb and flow of time…i saw visceral visions as i navigated the hypomanic psychotropic plane–i …
In this moment, I am a hot mess of regret, anxiety, and desire With boundaries collapsed I don’t know how to recompartmentalize I don’t know what to think or believe about my inner self I struggle alone at night: mourning the passing of a dearly held aspiration But I don’t want to be a slave …
they are the distance at which i can safely love you and myself at the same time they are the porous barriers that i transgress when carnal power arises transcendent they are the force fields we generate to allow us to move like water and find the sacred speed of trust they are the …
if you see me leave early or hesitate to make eye contact if i seem reticent to express too much affection that’s just me trying not to fall in love again if i appear caught up in my head stuck between worlds and moments afraid of my deepest self and its desires that’s just me …
your strength is flexed and built out raw–your spirit is animated by zygotes of sacred cosmic laws…you summon my passion from near and far–we consummate our connection blessed by karmic stars…this is rockstar sex: it is riot porn–we dance all night and fuck til dawn…we craft reverberating fractals and freedom songs–we fight for a world …
Our vibe is subtle, electric, and wild Your warmth is deeply attractive and your charms make me smile You are an ancient people’s warrior king and a cybernetic genius’ child We are bonded by the related demons that teem within our minds We have shared common struggles and bared vulnerable souls We seek symbiotic resilience …
you activate my visions and animate my mind–but your hallucinogenic powers leave toxicity behind…i reach for you out of habit hoping to play with time–i reach for you seeking a key to the magic arising from deep inside…this is dirty medicine flowing freely conjured to fuel my fire–i must summon the power of breath to …
our eyes lock in the dark and i try to draw you in–we touch heart to heart, soul to soul, and skin to skin…this is an erotic duet whose seismic rhythms we begin–this is succulent and euphoric, but some among us would call it a sin…we are the red mafia’s go-go boys–we are the security …
we write in code, with data entombed, in tunnels of platinum and tunnels of gold…my river remolds the depths of your soul, conjuring a sacred passion that grows hot and bold…this cypher we craft conjures cylon futures, where the contours of AI will meld with our nature—this arabic script describes numerology, tightly bound up in …
this cerebral vortex invades my cortex–seducing my mind with luscious mortals…your body and mind send me into orbit–making me long for a vision of what might come next…rising phoenix: so monster queer–you lacerate the binaries patriarchy holds dear…our rebel armies converge from far and near–we burn potent magical fires to vanquish all fear…your image conjures …
sexy and fly with spirit on fire–you amp up my mind and take my energy higher…so much to crave and so much to admire–our bodies intertwine in a cauldron of desire…our neurons remold into fractals of liberation–we are organizing a righteous mafia embedded within our queer nation…our sex cult’s power lies in the potency of …
i feel fucking perfect–animated by a precise balance between intoxication and sobriety…the sinuous sacred geometry of the immense creativity permeating this space keeps my imagination firing on all cylinders…is it emergent strategy in all its nuance and potency? is it love and comradery and the fellowship of movement building? i want this to be perfect …