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07 / 06

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TOUCH DOWN

(Source: soda-float, via colinstylish)

21 / 04

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Summer time means:
Headstands
In the clouds,
Alcoholic icees,
Fresh weaves,
New phases in transitioning
(#genderqueerproblems)…

The first signal that spring is hear is the promise ring on repeat.

14 / 04

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— I didn’t get to meet Mark. But I will carry her spirit on, in everyday acts of bravery & authenticity of presentation. Let’s break out some heels tonight.

colinself:

In Memory of The Goddess Mark Aguhar . It is now the responsibility of ALL OF US QUEENS to forever embody the mind, spirit, and body of Mark! Let her live on through your lipcolor, your weave, your bitchy behavior.. let the world know that you are the queen of the world regardless of what anyone says.

I encourage ALL OF YOU to make a calloutqueen video and post it all over the internet! Lets celebrate this wymyn forever!

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14 / 03

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“My back’s not against the wall.”

I may be sick but I’m ready to leave.
It’s in the dark things become more real & this is no different. I have faced the lion’s claw. Scars intact, smile alive.

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05 / 03

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Speak to me in a language I can understand
Of tulips blooming & kitten claws…
Repeat the symbols; talismans warrant
Forgive every broken blade of grass, every turnstile jumped,
an eruption of fragility…
Above all else, it’s the stars we share alone

02 / 03

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I believe in things I can see:
a naked hand, a bended
knee…
and tell me you remember bicycling down chicago streets,
those days we never missed breakfast nor putting eachother to sleep.

(& when you dream, dream of mars, of the four fingers of death, of a love, great and unexplored, like the canyons of my heart)

01 / 03

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A perfect match. Hydrogen & oxygen. When I look into yr eyes, my heart knows of rapidity. And I think of waves, the molecular liason of to and fro. Of everywhere we…

27 / 02

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Waiting for the subway, NYC, 2010

And why would we ever want to forget the smiles we have shone or the sorrows known. The subway reminds me:
If we (my family) didn’t survive the holocaust, the burning crosses in the yard/ If I hadn’t ever felt a fist to the face, would I value a kiss as much? Is that the balancing act? For as much negativity in the world to combat it with smiles and success. Love has surpassed so much violence. A paucity of thought on a rainy day; my face buried in scientific texts.

24 / 02

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I’ve always loved ghosts. The gentle ephemera of bodies/ the solidness of smoke. Remember the time we broke into that abandoned building & we debated the notions of reconstructs vs demolitions. You kept citing Derrida, playing w yr pocket knife. We were only sixteen, getting into sword fights. As breath grew heavy/ you acquiese w a smile: fuck me btwn these walls (put my ass on trial)

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23 / 02

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