Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
I want you to reach past your own experience and tap into mine. I want to funnel it into you, to expedite your journey in a way that I couldn’t my own.
I want to be messy, and yearn for and feel what it is to be in a relationship that yearns right back. No longer alienating men, but inviting them in.
We are all deserving of life without fear... We want, we need, to get over the drive of hatred, and stop acting like ignorant children.
I want you to tell me you love me, not with three words, But in the way you 'hear' me The way you speak to me The way you think about me.
Basic rights are not complicated. We each inherit them simply by reincarnating on Mother Earth. And so, if I want to protest for basic human rights, I will.