Dreaming of an Independence Day for Her
her liberty
to love herself
her liberty
to have a choice when it comes to her body
her liberty
to age
Tag: John Michael Antonio
What I Fear The Most
what I fear the most is not this spinning inexorable world perpetually casting shadows and monsters or even my own inevitable fleshy demise no these days I reserve my trepidation for the unthinkable travesty of a life affirming beauty being right in front of me and me not experiencing it yes Read more
Love Letter to My Female Ancestors
Dear Female Ancestors, I have decided to do something impossible. I want to communicate back through time and space the love I feel for each and every one of my female ancestors. Human limitations being what they are, of course, I am limited to writing this love letter in my Read more
When The Dark Days Come
honey like someone once said we belong a long way from here the tragic mysteries of life unfold in front of us and upon us leaving unmentionable secrets and secret unmentionables but when the dark days come I will pour myself out and meld with you provide cover and bleed Read more
Our Forever Flowers
fearsome orgasmic blooms in a jealous world deceptive fragility of steely petals and stems roots entwined with the hopes of childhood sunbeams miraculous and defiant like the vivacious dreams in your smile beauty should never apologize and our love baby is flora in the midst of death for the rest Read more
7 Things That Will Help You Survive The Trump Era
As I am writing this, we are, as a nation, now well entrenched in the national nightmare and international embarrassment otherwise known as the presidency of Donald Trump. Soon after his election, I began writing down daily reminders of specific actions that I can do to help myself psychologically, spiritually Read more
Under These Stars
under these stars life is hard pervasive illusions defeated demon delusions reappear and sear inferiority complex as I flex I resist and desist the temptation to return hate with hate emotions that suffocate sometimes I feel like I am still nursing my bleeding heels wrestling that f*ckin angel loving the Read more
Wild Side
Two nocturnal rebels in the ephemeral 2 AM stillness drinking the moment against the backdrop of evaporation street lights trickling through the blinds us feeling and traversing the fleshy highways of our destinations we find each other and unbreakable love underneath the sheets in each other’s arms Photo Credit: Read more