August has come to a close, but don’t be sad. Here’s a last hurrah, with my Tumblr highlights from August.
This photo set just plain inspires me. To do what, I’m not sure, but I love it so.
Some really sweet tats made it to the blog this month, including this lovely that just screamed a Zig/Tripp collab to me.
Oh my GAWDS the regal and the energy and the beautiful and the kaPOW WOW!!! LOVE this piece so much!! XD *falls over in sheer wonder-filled bliss* That’s it, I wanna learn ATS! XD
That’s because ATS IS AMAEBALLZZZZZZ!!!
It’s been a while since I’ve written any poetry. Figures I’d fall back on the same old habits. :P
I will forever and always and unashamedly champion the accidental pun.
So there. XP
I wake in a bad place,
Raw from the pleasure of your company.
Roll over from spooning your memory
into the waiting arms of my vices:
The Bailey’s in coffee is all you,
The cigarettes are all me.
-that was supposed to be funny.
Once upon a time,
I’d have strapped on the comforts of pain and confinement
Now Love and Joy decorate my arms.
It’s still feels about the same, but it’s something.
A step in the right direction.
I don’t even actually miss you.
It’s not the heartache of your loss tangling in my hair.
I am simply so accustoming to singing of you when I mourn
that it feels better to tell myself that’s what’s really wrong.
- I’m a man, this is my body. It doesn’t matter what I was assigned at birth, this is my body and I am a man, and therefore this body is a man’s body, and therefore a male body
- this is erasure of intersex people
- this is erasure…
Tightwire over the water. Performance “InSitu” at the Parc Camifolia (Chemillé, FR) Cie Mesdemoiselle.
I just ate a bowl of potato salad mixed with tuna.
It really wasn’t that bad. The tuna was a pre-mixed can (lemon pepper) and was too dry. The potato salad was supposed to be a for a work meet, but I forgot to take it with, so I’ve been eating potato salad for the past three days. Greek yogurt and dill, btw, so you can really appreciate just how strange a meal it was.
The pregnant with ideas part…