I Love the Rain
#Abuse #Neglect #Heartbreak
When the Rain Hits
#LovePoem #Pleasure #Kissing
Like Water I Am
#Identity #ZodiacSigns #Metaphor
What’s a Lady?
#RespectabilityPolitics #BeingALady #Etiquette
YAS ORC UEUM (You are scum.)
Game of Dookie
#Angst #Opportunism #Disrespect
The Weeping Bird Cries
Scissor me, Slice me, Contusion me, Problem me, Pang me, Empty me, Lonely me
Volume 1 Legends and Lore
Volume 2 Bewitching or Besmirching
Volume 3 Understanding Ethnicity and Religion
In March 2021, I wrote the first Body Battle installment. In this first part, I discuss my first time meeting with an endocrinologist, history of thyroid conditions, and symptoms. In this next part, I will go into what has happened in the last six months regarding life with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, changing medicine, and finding the right dosage.
Appointments and Labs
Since March, I have seen the endocrinologist twice more, once in May and once in September. In May, they increased my dosage from 112 mcg to 125 mcg. At the time…
Prose on awareness and action
Living life like a shelled up reptile.
The powers that be authoritizing how you should be.
Convinced that this way of being is the best you can expect.
Until one day your shell is aflame.
Your voice finds you and you wail.
They tell you: that is not the way to get things done.
But I am on fire.
You realize you are not the only one on fire.
There are many turtles on fire.
Through talking to other reptiles you discover that this way of being is no longer the way.
You harness the fire, you continue to speak up, and you blaze the path anew.
Shelling up was never the best you could expect.
Visual representation of story on @tolbert_on_medium Instagram
Starting out the day, energized and ready to tackle all the things that come my way. Fired up and aflame with stick-to-it-iveness. Burning with perseverance and oriented to goals.
Somewhere along the way I forget about the charging bull in the room. It has been grazing on sustenance but has suddenly remembered its purpose — to wreak havoc. The charging bull has a name and it is Mercury Retrograde. The room has a name and it is Universe. My position in front of the computer has a name and I will refer to it as Fuuuuuck.
That web software I…
My assignment at birth
was to study, embody, and become
a female and all of her feminine ways.
How many times I failed!
But the perfectionist in me, the overachiever
would not give up.
So, there were successes, too,
but winning at being a cis sis
did not comfort me.
A constant fight, the inner struggle —
being called a “weirdo” and “weird”
never understanding that I was
projecting the battle of
HETERONorm vs. QUEERing.
Generations before me still trying to wrap their head around “queer” being a “good word” and the concept of word reclamation.
I claim being queer.