Tag: lgbtq

  • Rising Park 🍃Finding Calm on the Trails

    Rising Park 🍃Finding Calm on the Trails


    The Prompt that made me Pause

    One side of the view from on top of Rising park

    Prompt 16 gave me pause. What’s one small improvement I can make in my life? I sat with it for longer than expected, not because I didn’t have answers, but because I had too many. They all seemed to circle back to the same thing: time. Or more specifically, how little of it I give to the things that actually fill me up.

    The other side of the view from Rising Park Lancaster Ohio

    I stretch myself thin between shifts at the nursing home. I write almost daily and try to grow Poeaxtry’s reach. I also manage projects and collabs that matter to me. I love it all. I want to be the person who shows up for everyone. I’ve realized lately that I don’t always show up for myself. So, I made a promise. I will take more time for the parts of life that make me feel present. They should not make me feel just productive. I am not a machine. I do not have to be productive every moment I am awake, and I need to remind myself of that.

    Now we are at Rising Park in Lancaster, Ohio

    The very muddy inclide at Rising Park in Lancaster, Ohio

    That’s how Luna and I ended up back at Rising Park today, just 40 minutes from home. It’s one of our go-to spots. Though the steep trail can be done in under a 30-minute lunch break, it never feels rushed. The incline kicks up fast. Before we know it, we’re at the overlook. Lancaster, Ohio spills out below us in a quiet sprawl of rooftops, trees, and tiny cars. Every season here has its own version of clarity. Today did not disappoint. It was a perfect 67 degrees. The breeze added a pleasant touch. The green had its full May glow, and the smell of rain clung to the air.

    Luna ontop rising park

    This park has always felt like a reset button. Something about the climb clears my mind. By the time we reach the top, both Luna and I have shaken off the heaviness. We didn’t even realize we were carrying it. She runs a little harder here, ears flying back, like she knows this place was built for exhaling. While I breathe deeper here too. It’s not because I’m out of shape. I just lost 60 lbs. It’s because the view forces you to slow down and take it in.

    Luna And Daddy ontop of the Overlook at rising park looking over Lancaster Ohio

    Reminders from Today

    Today reminded me that recharging isn’t selfish. Giving myself a few hours to move and reflect is healing. Being somewhere beautiful with my dog is one of the most grounding things I can do. Small improvement? Maybe. But the kind that shifts everything else a little closer to balance. It’s insane what a small amount of time with the trees can do for my whole vibe.


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  • Why I Stand Against Donald Trump: A Trans Man’s Daily Prompt Response

    Why I Stand Against Donald Trump: A Trans Man’s Daily Prompt Response


    Daily writing prompt
    What public figure do you disagree with the most?

    Donold J Trump.

    Imagine you are standing in a storm of cruelty. You are clutching not just a rainbow umbrella. It is one stitched with every color and shape of a humanity. You are standing shoulder to shoulder with migrants. You are with trans folks, disabled people, and BIPOC. You are with everyone who was ever told they were “too different” to belong. Only then do you have to watch a vile man rise up. He stands on all your friends’ backs. He purposely pushes them down further into their despair. For people who believe in equal rights his stance is a threat, not just disagreeable.

    His MAGA brand is built on fear, division, and cruelty. Explain this, we banned trans people in sports since they are much too tough. Then we turn around and ban them from the armed services because they are too weak? Make it make sense for me if you can, please?

    The man caged kids. Does it actually matter that they were migrants? I mean kids are kids! What happened to you caring about the babies so much? He mocks the vulnerable. He mocks the disabled.

    He threw paper towels in Puerto Rico. He mimicked a reporter’s voice. These actions should have been more than enough to not reelect him. Not to mention, justice, freedom of speech, and due process are reserved for the straight, rich, white, and cis men. Sometimes their wives benefit as well.

    Supporting him is turning your back on your fellow working-class Americans who he wishes to erase. It is excusing harm because you weren’t the one harmed first.

    It is comfort at the cost of someone else’s survival. He promised cheaper gas and groceries. The same groups who cried for that during Joe Biden are okay with paying more now. It is as if the economy they were so worried about isn’t collapsing under the weight of Trump’s failures. If equality is the goal, that makes Trump the storm we were built to withstand.
    ALL HAIL DADDY TRUMP.


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  • United in Difference. A Poem on Trans Rights, T Shots & American Hypocrisy

    United in Difference. A Poem on Trans Rights, T Shots & American Hypocrisy


    Original poem by Axton N.O. Mitchell

    Is he on that 
    Vitamin T 
    A vial that used to be so 

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    To my very existence 
    now I have to pretend like 
    never meant a thing to me. 
    This is bordering obscene.
    Obsessing over what is
    in-between the back 
    and the front of my 

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    Yet I’m the one who has perversions. 
    simply for saying
    “Hey this is me.”
    Or 
    “Hey, let queers be.”
    I may forget time
    and time again

    A shot or
    A few  
    From the vial 
    Of vital fluid
    But…
    I’m not sorry
    I finally feel kin 
    To this temporary 

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                 That I was forced to make a home in. 
    That does not mean I
    would consent 
    lie down or conform 
    to allow anyone of you 
    to take my T away

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            If  

    It is not the one thing to thank
    that 
     I have this life 
    the very 

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    I lived it as many 
    times around the sun 
    as I have done. 
    Should you not be glad? 
    Within this very skin prison 
    I have made a better home 
    more fit for me. 
    Do you not 

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    ME?

    Mr. president 
    Mr. chairman 
    Mr. big government USA 
    I should not have to beg
    to have the rights of 
    all citizens of 
    this land!

    Since when did 
    every American 
    voice
    not have a say?

    This isn’t what 
    children 
    are forced to learn 
    Or close to what you 
    want to teach …
    Said Americans were fair. 
    The USA believes in human rights….
    Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all…..
    Does all not mean a 

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    thing?

    If you are not exactly the same?
    I guess you all
    think I am to blame…
    This is simply a choice of 
    hiding who you are 
    forever 
    or 

    living happily. 
    Making queer identities 
    criminal 
    changes one thing
    he ability of some to see
    queer identities still exist,
    naturally… 
    We will 

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    be. 
    I want a chance to be me. 
    Not a soul would lose a thing
    human rights for 
    every being 
    will 
    see we all have the 
    same 
    start equally. 

     

    Letting us all be, how 
    We wish to be
    Logically,
    will ensure you 
    never hear another 
    minuscule morsel 
    of queer anything 
    If you’d just let us, be 
    queer instead of living in 
    fear. 

    Would be no sense 
    In being so loud in our difference 
    If our ability to coexist 
    wasn’t so close to
    snatched away from us. 

    This you have to trust 
    You will not 
    detransition us. 
    Death before forced 
    erasure 
    of queer identities. 
    Not a cry for help 
    a battle cry instead 
    for my minority 
    communities.

    Let us band together.
    Now or never
    in an unprecedented movement 
    of equal rights 
    for one another! 

    🖤

    Every poem listens back.

    Add your thread to the weave.

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