Statue of the goddess Aphrodite (Venus) bathing in the garden of the Royal Palace: Caserta, Italy.

A fem (pre-transition) trans gay man… one million steps just to be a girl

my people, we’re hunters. we set the best traps.

this mask I wear is this performing that I care more than I truly do. stuff you with too much kindness, it sours your insides, now your demons want to play. now mine in the heavens.

I just love when people look for my trouble. now I just have an excuse to be my true vile self with a squeaky clean conscience ✨ this life game is too rigged in my favour ✨

you’re lost. your ancestors spit on you. you spit on you.

Ina akpa eke aka na odu? wherever did you dig the audacity knowing you’re a lost soul?

I don’t think this babe understands the grace she just dug

There are books I couldn’t finish years ago that now feel like they were written for the version of me I’ve now become. And that’s the quiet magic of timing.

i have felt the rush of praise, papers stamped with gold, the nods of professors as if my mind were a constellation. i have tasted the sweetness of love, a glance that lingers, a heartbeat that trembles when someone finally sees you. but there is another flavor, quieter, steady, a hobby, a craft, a room where failure is safe, and joy is yours alone. it whispers lessons no accolade can, and laughter no romance can buy. i write for those that seek themselves in the ordinary hours.