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An Update

Hello,      It's been a minute. And by "a minute," I suppose I mean three years... I missed you, I hope you missed me too.      A lot has happened these last three years, you might have been there for it. If you were one of those people who I had the pleasure of spending time with, please know that it has been, and will continue to be, my deepest joy to know you. If you have been absent, or are just now joining me, welcome. I hope you feel something from what I write. Perhaps the feelings that inspire my writing will come out on the other end of the screen and make you feel inspired too.  There are some things to know about me now:  I've changed my name to Beau.  I'm living and out as a non-binary human. I use they/them/he pronouns to refer to myself, and you should too. I am partnered with the most beautiful woman in the world. She makes my life magic. I am a life-enjoyer, I just try to experience new things.       It's b...

Skeletons

I unlock when the moon is out And the secrets show like mythic runes The skeletons fall from their hangers and dance my trauma I as their choreographer, their puppeteer After I have chosen to share I flush and vow to never do it again But the next time someone shows me their skeletons Mine will dance with them They dip and sway Creating a beautiful intimacy that is terrifying But so breathtakingly beautiful that my gaze does not drift from their eyes As I see what they have seen. You beautiful soul, Your bravery in dancing your story sets me aflame And I fall in love with you But you cannot possibly do the same for me I am a beast, with horrors unknown I am safe in the day, the sun shows my skin, Its ultraviolet rays giving me flesh and blood Making me unremarkable Do you truly want to be there when it is gone? The night reveals the truth And I am ashamed to watch my skeletons run free. 

Mysterious (Poem)

I am SO mysterious, she thinks As she dons a face that says it all

My Mother Gothel (Poem)

There are many survivors Of my Mother Gothel We wear weights on our chest And think ourselves awful   She primps and she preens She thinks she’s all that But when she tells a joke We let it fall flat   We’re over her act We really don’t care Whether she likes us or not She’s out of our hair   On Sunday and Monday We often don’t talk On Tuesday and Wednesday I give her a shock   You work me too hard I carry a huge load “Oh honey you’re wrong, I’m not a fat toad”   On Thursday and Friday There’s hardly a word No interaction No voices are heard Finally on Saturday I say my part I tell her what I mean I share from my heart   Mom, I’m done here And I’m moving out I can’t take it anymore Don’t you dare pout   If I knew you’d miss me I’d be liable to stay I always get sucked back You would find a way   But this time I have The other survivors They tell me of freed...

Heart Vs. Head: Moving

Moving in Moving on Moving up Mooving (that's what cows do) So, here I am, my dad with a fresh, life-changing medical diagnosis, and we're moving houses to make the coming season* easier for ourselves. My dad is at the best he ever will be again, so making the transition now is the best option. My mom is currently working a salaried, full-time job at Western Seminary, coordinating the move, and helping my dad. My dad is currently working a salaried, full-time job at Regence/Blue Cross Blue Shield and working through his own emotions. I'm a full time student at Mt Hood Community College, I'm supporting my mom, doing most of the packing, and I have a side hustle baby/house/pet sitting. *I said "season" because we really don't know how long this all will be. All of this is just moving towards me. Moving in on me... But I also have community around me that refuse to see me crumble under the pressure. They move towards me to lift me up and give me strength. The...

Heart VS Head: Love

There are 7 types of love. 1. Eros - passionate, romantic, or sexual love 2. Philia - friendship, mutual goodwill 3. Storge - familial love, commonly between parent and child 4. Agape - universal love, charity, love for strangers, nature, or God 5. Ludus - playful, uncommitted, flirtatious love 6. Pragma - dutiful, enduring love 7. Philautia - self love, self esteem Bonus type: Mania - obsessive love, unhealthy infatuation You know it's love when you buy them coffee every week, simply because you want to. You know it's love when you remain friends even after almost dating. You know it's love when they check in on you unexpectedly. You know it's love when you cover for their weaknesses. You know it's love when they call you out on your crap. You know it's love when you miss them. You know it's love when they do the dishes for you even though you're both tired. You know it's love when they tell you they love you. You know it's love when they buy...

Heart vs Head: When I don't

When I don't have the energy to write, I talk. When I don't have the energy to talk, I write. When I don't have the energy to consume, I think. When I don't have the energy to think, I consume. When I don't have the energy to create, I work. When I don't have the energy to work, I create. There's always another option, or an alternative when I don't have the energy. These things take up different types of energy, will power, brain power, physical power. More too, but I'm feeling, not thinking.  I've had to take a good hard look at myself recently. I've discovered triggers, coping mechanisms (good and bad), and lot's of other things that have scientific names or at least something smarter than this sentence. I have no other options except to observe, learn, and act upon my new knowledge. I've learned that I eat socially sometimes. I've learned that cooking is fun. I've learned that I can survive without my support syste...