Daydream Around An Animal Sanctuary

I haven’t been able to work since late December. For me, this has been very difficult. I like being active, and I’m not a homebody. Five days a week I was at a dog rescue. At least a few hours, twice a day, five days a week. And then, I would sometimes go once a day at least one day of those two days. Of course, I worked around the shelter, four days a week.

But now, I can’t sit up without wheezing and coughing; pain shooting through my chest, down my ribs. This is my new reality.

Now, everyone loves a few days with nothing to do. But those days are far behind me. And I have found myself, when I am not dealing with invasive thoughts, only thinking about starting my own animal rescue.

Clearly, funding is almost impossible amid a pandemic.

For now, I’m just making spreadsheets, upon spreadsheets. Not knowing if I ever can make use of them.

This is how I find myself trying to find a new distraction from my new life on the couch. I sleep here. I eat here. All of my living is in one spot.

This is how my last six months has gone. So I ask, How is everyone else surviving?

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2021

It’s been awhile since I have used my blog. But after 2020, and how 2021 has begun, it seems like a good time to restart. This blog started when I was a very naïve 19 year old girl, who thought I would be an award winning writer by 25 and a top stylist in New York. Today, I am a transman, who cant start testosterone yet because my spouse and I want kids. I no longer do hair after 7 long years. I turned 26 in February, and have never gotten a book published, though I am still working on a couple manuscripts. I will brag however, and say that I own a house, and married one of the best humans I know. I am more focused on humanity than being rich and have a successful career in the glamorous hair industry. I volunteer with a local dog rescue, where I never want to stop working, even after hours of adoptions. I can’t get enough.

But I currently can’t work. My health tanked after switching jobs. I cant walk around a grocery store anymore. I’m in constant pain, I can’t breathe if I try a 5 minute walk. I’m not living the life I have now. I love my new job and being able to focus on the shelter. And I don’t know if or when I will return to those things. I’m on month 3 of the doctors not knowing what’s wrong, other than my lungs aren’t working and my heart rate is erratic.

So now I knit again, and need my old outlet, but with new intent. I started my blog looking for approval, and praise for my writing talents, of which I am not sure I have. I will still post my creative writing, but I think this I will focus on myself, and my journey through medical tests, and accepting what I cannot control.

I hope the journey isn’t too hard.

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A Boy Named Henry

A Boy Named Henry

The Simmons public library was a melting pot of the haves and have-nots, a mixture of homeless people and the wealthy older residents of the nearby neighborhood. The silence was only disturbed by coughs echoing from the side hallway: a man bent over, choking on the dip tucked in his lower lip. His companion smacked his back with a dirty, dried and peeling hand. Behind the desk two middle aged librarians stared at each other, gesturing at the pair; neither sure who should ask them to leave.  In the lounge area, a group of old men sat. Each of them had gray hair, trimmed neatly above their collar with charcoal and blue ties looped perfectly. 

A character that stood out more than the other library guests,  was a boy browsing the section of the library that kept various maps. His clothes were clearly picked without proper measurements; his hair a fluffy mess going every angle from his head. Each time he picked up a new map, he had to pull the cuff of his sleeves above his hands.  He was far from blending.

Footsteps grew louder and he turned to see one of the library assistants next to him, the third time since he had been there.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you find?” Concern overcasts her smile every time she greets him.

The group of men watched from a distance, snickering amongst themselves. The boy made eye contact with them all. “No, I think I found what I needed. Thank you though.” He put the last map back on the shelf. Picking up his backpack, he pushed passed her, stopped by the group of men. Without even a wince he spoke intently, “I hope you all have a wonderfully uneventful day.” 

No one said a word as he went down the hall, dropping a dollar for the homeless pair on his way out the door. 

Stepping out to the curb he debated where to go next. Looking at the map he snagged, he felt his cellphone buzz. He took the phone out of his pocket, another missed call from mom; another voicemail. He turned the screen off and slid it back into his pocket. 

It would take at least another hour in a car to get to his friends house. Who knew how long it would take walking. If he used the phone his mom could track him. She was the last person he wanted to talk to. Even if he did, he is sure she would never listen, let alone understand. So he kept ignoring her, and tried to forget he had a phone at all. 

It has been roughly fourteen hours since he left home, and about six hours since she had noticed. Packing light, meant no disturbance to his bedroom at a glance. His mother would never notice a missing pair of jeans, nor a few toiletries from the bathroom. She was too busy with her important job and her pampered husband to know anything about their “princess”. 

He let out a long sigh, “Maybe the cat will miss me.” She was most likely sleeping in his closet, unaware her awkward companion was gone. 

Honking brought him back abruptly from his thoughts. A car was only a few feet from his feet. In the midst of daydreaming he must have stepped forward. He jumped back, and yelled “sorry” as the car sped by. 

His gaze dropped to his feet. He really needs to keep it together, stay calm and keep going. Afterall he wasn’t welcomed at home. 

‘You need to stop this. You’re making your mother cry.’ His stepfather’s voice kept ringing in his head. Everytime he stopped moving, he stopped thinking, the feeling of his shirt being yanked from his hands returned. His face somehow still feels the scratch from the bra strap being thrown at him. 

His hand brushes his face, trying to wipe away the feeling. Food seemed to be the only reasonable distraction so he headed to the gas station he saw on the corner. 

*  *  *

He placed a coke and trail mix at the register. The girl behind the counter popped bubble gum, chewing loudly while scanning the pathetic meal. When she handed him the change, she called him what every stranger instinctively calls him. “Have a good day, miss.”

“You too.” Correcting her felt somehow rude. He lowered his head and walked out towards the bus stop. He looked at the schedule hanging above a heavily stained bench. If he gets to the mall on the next bus, he should time for fifteen minutes to spare before heading to the next town. 

He waited patiently, avoiding eye contact with the others who slowly joined him at the bus stop. A pair of boys stood a few feet away. He could feel eyes on him. The two were staring at his chest, which was almost completely hidden under a tank top  and a flannel. One of the boys snickered when he crossed his arms, trying to further cover them. He turned to face the direction the bus was coming from. It could not get to the crowd soon enough.   

A hard thud and he was sitting in the front, staring out the window wondering how much longer he had to wait to start his life over again. 

Without a car, he was bound to struggle every step of the way, but cars require money. Resting his head in his hands he closed his eyes and let himself nod off. 

A sudden jerk woke him up. The bus was breaking fast and shook both him and the woman sitting to his left. He braced for both of them as the bus came to stop.

He walked out of the way of the passengers behind him. Opening his wallet he counted twenty- eight dollars. He hadn’t planned enough money for meals. In fact he hadn’t planned leaving at all. Thought about it, sure. But, never believed he would ever take off, certainly not before college. 

He saw a sign for a cafe across the street. He hadn’t eaten more than trail mix since he left.  A bagel and cup of coffee sounded more enticing than ever. He hurried across the street.

At a table near the front he could see a woman holding a baby. Their skin pink and wrinkly; a fresh new baby.

The lady next to the mom asked her if the baby was a boy or a girl. The mother proudly exclaimed she was a girl. He wondered if that’s how his mom acted when he was born. Proud to announce his assigned gender to every stranger who asked. Maybe that’s why she was so angry now. The little girl she saw,  grew up to be a boy she didn’t know. Maybe she wasn’t angry, but hurt she can’t be proud of having a little princess any longer.

He watched on, listening to the women adore the new baby. “Is your husband happy you had a girl? Or did he want a boy to be his little buddy?” 

The mother  shook her head giggling. “Oh he didn’t care. He just wanted it to come out with only one head.”

The woman chuckled, “No but seriously. A girl must have been the real dream. Watching her play dress up and have little tea parties.”

“Well sure that’s wonderful to look forward to.  But really, it didn’t matter to either of us. All we wanted was our baby to be healthy, no matter who they grow up to be.”

He felt his eyes well up with tears. He wiped them away and pulled his phone out. He had so many voicemails from his mother. He clicked play on the first one; knowing each one would become more and more painful. 

The last one began to play. His mother’s voice is calmer than before. “Hi, it’s mom. But you probably assumed. I know things have been hard, but I know we can work things out this time. Just call me when you’re ready. I love you, Henry.”

He replayed the message over and over again. She really called him Henry. After everything she and her husband said, she called him Henry. 

Swallowing through tears he dialed her number. After two rings a soft voice answered, “Hello?”

He wiped another tear from his eyes. “Hi, Mom.”

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Back to the Edits

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Clarity without a source

One never expects a moment of clarity before it comes to you.

Sometimes, it’s after laying in bed all night, tossing and turning.

Sometimes, it’s after watching a beautiful movie about a wonderful writer fall in love with a pig farmer.

I’ll leave the guess up to you, as to which moment is mine.

But it’s dark and all I hear is a cat licking it’s bowl.

And I’d love to clarify in which I mean clarity.

Unfortunately, I can’t make a simple statement.

But more of a nod to the feeling of clarity.

Without a specific source, or root of the clarity.

Just a clear mind,

One that’s always best for writing.

So here in the dark, I’m rambling in written form.

Without much direction or purpose, other than to do so.

And speculating why the voice in my head has a British accent, tho I’m clearly not British.

I suppose it could be thanks to the movie, which had the main character be from

London.

But regardless, this is my night of clarity.

It’s been a bit since I’ve felt this calm, laying in the dark.

The depression seems to have taken a lovely step back.

And I’m surprisingly comfortable and at ease,

Despite my typical anxiety about not being at home on a work night.

Tomorrow, I am sure I’ll be stressing about timing,

Can’t be late to work, more meaning, can’t, not be fifteen minutes minimum early to work.

And as soon as I wake up I’m sure to be counting every minute it will take to get ready and to arrive at the parking lot,

With minimum of ten minutes to spare.

And that’s after I’ve ensured a morning coffee from the gas station.

There’s certainly something nostalgic about a hot bitter cup of gas station coffee.

But it’s warming, and gives a sort of hope to the day.

Reminds me quite a lot of the ride home from long work days.

Almost as perfect as an evening cup,

Drank while typing away at the keyboard, Editing and rambling in moms office.

Overly cluttered and yet, perfectly fitting for a chaotic mind of an aspiring author.

Coffee has somehow become such an important symbol for far too many moments.

But I suppose that’s why it’s coffee.

The thing so many people wake up to, start their day with.

Not the healthiest and yet, so fulfilling to the weakened soul.

I know that sounds a bit much for coffee,

Perhaps a bit too romantic.

And yet, it’s such a truthful way to put it.

And here I am rambling again,

This time a cat has made my legs into her bed.

The purring is something I could fall asleep to any night.

Comforting, and rhythmic.

Nothing like laying on a couch, listening to purrs of a large cat, and the feeling of clarity with an unknown source.

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What would you do if you were chased by a demon of human form? Would you scream and sun? Or stand and watch in terror?

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Long Drive

Every new sign we past shines brighter than last

It’s feels so late, despite only being nearly seven

Half asleep I look over at you,

Your staring ahead, focused but relaxed

Occasionally you mouth along with the words,

Each word delicately forming with that beautiful mouth of yours

I keep looking up from my phone,

Stealing a glance here and there

You haven’t seemed to notice yet,

Though, it’s easy to assume you have and just haven’t pointed it out

Had you, I would have instantly been flushed

But continued watching from behind my phone

My childish game keeps me quite entertained

Far more than I should admit

By now I should be sleeping,

Before long it will be my turn to drive

But I can’t help myself,

The more I look, the longer this feeling lasts,

The perfect combination of curiosity and contentment,

Wanting to know everything you’re thinking,

But fine with sitting in calm silence,

The space is far more comforting,

More secure than I thought possible

I think this truly is what love is

Not something you choke on

Not something you scramble to grasp in desperation

But this, simplicity

Longing to hear words slip out beautiful lips,

The longing to hold the hand carelessly places next to yours

The pure innocence of a smile,

One not even placed with intention,

But naturally forming

This, all of this and so much more

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Quick Sketch

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Even after so many months,

Tears still fall, more painful than before

Passing the same streets and same buildings

The same windows and the same walls

So many times done so by your side

That was the past,  and this is now

Sometimes the feeling returns

But there is no hand to grasp tightly,

No arms to feel around the waist

No shoulder to sleep on

Even so, wishing and praying

For the return of any one comfort

 

 

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I haven’t been posting lately, life has been chaotic.

Works been crazy. Social life is chaos.

Depression in full hyperdrive

Been dealing with an everlasting inner fight, being stuck female on the outside, long hair required for a family wedding, while just wanting to be allowed to be me.

My career is hard to present male in, with so many people still not open to gender,

So I’m temporarily back,

Hoping to make this blog lasting and evolving with me,

Hope everyone is staying themselves and feeling loved ❤️

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