The noise in the night slit my throat. Listening for the creep of Death I hear the sudden hiss of rain rolling off a prairie storm. Wide open as my eyes Mother sky’s tempest thighs birthing midnight squall.
Outlaw poet. Artist. Lover. Pioneer in the genderqueer movement.
Also a budding novelist, parent, empath, rebel, fierce survivor, web geek, and an unapologetic fatso. Many would label me "trans", but I am an old-school hybrid who believes that binary notions about gender transgress against all of us. In fact, I am so fawkin' queer, the dynamic I share with my lovers is het in nature. Out rock solid for more than 30 years, and I know exactly who I am... a big Butch bear with paws that smell of honey. ;)