Just stop already.

My poor wounded heart. All the words you took. All those years, decades, of being the ‘strong one’. Fuck. Is it too much to ask, a break? Some woman with the strength and compassion IN THAT MOMENT (none of us can be strong all the time, and I fully intend to repay in spades) to hold me and tell me it’s going to be OK…

Nine hells, I’m tired.

Love you, bae.

Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.