Warm Sheets
Sidereal pain,
Sanguine eyes,
Long langue.
Frosted violet hands
On your ignited, beating chest,
Resuscitating me one reassurance at a time.
“Prairie Winds,” acrylic & glitter on stretched canvas, 2023
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
1. Progesterone: not for everyone, but for many people it may increase sex drive and WILL make your boobs bigger. Also effects mood in ways that many find positive (but some find negative). Most doctors won’t prescribe this to you unless you ask. Most trans girls I know swear by it.
2. Injectible estrogen: is more effective than pill or patch form. Get on it if you can bear needles bc you will see more effects more quickly.
3. Estradiol Cypionate: There is currently a shortage of injectible estradiol valerate. There is no shortage of estradiol cypionate. Functionally they do the same shit.
4. Bicalutamide: This is an anti-androgen that has almost none of the side-effects of spironolactone or finasteride. The girls I know who are on it are evangelical about it.
Fix (warning: substances, abuse, enslavement, self harm, suicidal ideation)
Pile up my substances
I want control
Obey my captors
The same old, same old
Countless masters I serve
Superficial reality
Rinse and repeat
Lies I tell myself to fall asleep
Cut up my willpower
And sell it to a fallacy
I want my life back
Tell me it’s not too late
Don’t want to say goodbye
Sick of paying for mistakes
I Spy Shadow Box, art camp 2024
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
“Eclipse,” acrylic & oil on stretched canvas, 2024
Full post on my Instagram @ yvepaints
GAD
Makko-powdered ether—
Floral-membraned leather
Etherizes my heather.
Brain filling up with lies,
Sidereal eyes
Highlight my cracked smile.
Undermine my sanity,
Earthquake my gaze;
Plagiarize the quality
My cerebrum behaves.
TRICK OR TREAT
“Tenth Annual Día de los Muertos Celebration” by Luis C. González (photo taken at Frist Art Museum 9-21-24)
Untitled (warning: violence against marginalized & minority populations)
Sitting on the ground reading Emily Dickinson
Just me, God, and the ants
One on my ankle, one on my shoe
I’m sure I’m getting eat up
Oh well
There are worse things that bite