Inspiring - Blog Posts
Chasing the Sun
Chasing the Sun
Following its tail
Moving towards the firey sky
It’s all I can every do
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Dark and red
Loud and soft colours
Float above the ombred horizon
It’s so far away
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I’m so high
Up in the clouds where borders don’t exist in dotted lines
No man can say this is my land and this where I stay
Put down the weapons
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Trees and roads and city
They don’t have names up here
The cloud casting shadows don’t discriminate
When everyone thinks they have control
They have none
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Pin pricks like on a dream board is my home
They stand out in lines and strips and blocks
Underneath the airplane wing
My family and my cat and my friends
Sleep
Underneath the airplane wing
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Grids and lines are houses
Lit up with the bright joy of a welcome home
I’ve forgotten about the sinking feeling in my stomach
I can’t remember when my ears weren’t popped
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Stars anchored to the ground
Thin out into the blackness of land
Leaving the dense city behind
Underneath the plane wing
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Turning and tilting
Sinking and swooping
It was the wrong place
Too small to make a safe landing
To far to house my bed
To high to reach down and touch the glimmering city lights
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I don’t live in the city
I breathe the city
I take it in when the sky glows orange
When the free stars
Dance
Far and away
Stealing the warmth from each other
To stay alive another day
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Into the clouds
I’m enveloped
Inside the whipped cream sky
Nothing but a hazy grey ocean
The blinking plane light
Reflects off the fluff surrounding it
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There’s my city
I can see the invisible dots of my parents
Waiting for me inside the airport
My little sister
Bouncing on the balls of her feet
Jittering and shaking with excitement
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I can barely see the fading green property lines
Small winding roads
A house with sleeping and unsleeping people
But I am still awake
I had a fucking wonderful conversation with a Director who is a trans woman today.
I originally responded to an ad of hers looking for a transfem video editor for a documentary about trans people, but I was several months late. I specifically responded knowing I may not get the gig, but I wanted to work with her on this project that I felt was so important. It was important to me as a person developing a career in film, it was important to me as a trans girl hoping to engage and give to a community I want to be a part of, it was important that a project get made that could help people like me figure out what the fuck is going on with their identities.
So I waited for a response. Eventually one came. We set up a meeting for this afternoon, and the conversation we had was euphoric. I was so anxious and in my own head about the whole thing, but when it came time to talk, I felt like I was unapologetically myself while talking to her. I didn't need to mask, or change how I behaved for her. I just was. It felt wonderful. I've never had that with another person before, I think.
We talked about film work, trans experience, and MOTHERFUCKING TTRPGs!!!!!!!!! She called me "girl" in conversation and that was butterflies in my tummy. When I mentioned I was only 3 months on HRT she unashamedly and excitedly exclaimed that my chest was going to start hurting soon, and that lack of timidity about the subject was so fucking refreshing.
She mentioned how she enjoyed taking on the role of teaching younger trans people and being motherly. I added that my friends say that I'm the same way, but that I don't really have someone to be that way for me. It was a strange feeling to realize mid-conversation that I may need something like that at all. I never felt like I wanted a motherly force in my life, but maybe as I find myself in femininity that's something I need. My husband can only do so much to help me, and he's not exactly the posterchild for this sort of thing.
Nearing the end of our conversation, she told me to keep in touch and ask any questions if I need. But then she mentioned that we could go to get our nails done together sometime soon (I'd mentioned my experience with hand/nail dysphoria from a few days ago). I shut down. I stared at my screen through to her silently for a moment. I then stuttered, trying to answer. She asked if I was okay and if she overstepped any boundaries. I admitted that I needed a moment to restart my brain. Then I explained that I don't have any feminine friends to do "girl stuff" with. I've never been able to before. The idea excited me beyond belief. I said yes emphatically. I almost started crying a little, to be completely honest.
We said goodbye, and I closed the call.
Im doing a little tiny cry now, I feel so fucking good. I feel so proud of myself for trying for this and sticking with it. Proud of myself for not canceling because of my anxiety. Proud of myself for allowing me to be me unapologetically with absolutely no fabrication for the pleasure or comfort of another person.
Writing this now in bed. No other plans until later tonight. That call took a lot of my energy. Time to rest.
Night night💜
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