Moving forward

Coming back?
I know you’re not

The breath I held
I’ve freed at last

Moving on?
I know I’m not

Moving forward
I am at last

– Shelly

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Here for you
I leave this note
Some simple words
this night I wrote

Your friendship, trust, and love
I need
Your passion, lust, and greed
I’ll feed

Take my body
your control I crave
My heart and soul
already your slave

Be my Mistress
Hold my chain
Let me serve you
Whether in pleasure or pain

In your arms
Or on my knees
To my heart and bonds
You hold the keys

– Shelly

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At Last

They fell in love with me,
just me.

Not who I think they want me to be
not who others want me to be.

I cannot chase them away
or ruin anything by being who I am
for that is what they love.

The love of my life
Powerful and everlasting
Sustaining and supporting.

The new ones
Wild but protective
Demanding and caring.

All of them
perfect in their flaws
Perfection just for me

– Shelly

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I spent so long writing about my pain, loss, and sadness when it changed I just stopped writing. I’m not sure I can write about the happiness. Yes I have happy times, happy memories, even happy days. But how to express is is still new to me. I understand happiness’s cruel sibling, understand it so well but this new emotion, new feelings are foreign to me that I am still surprised by it. I have cried in joy, cried just because I wasn’t sad, laughed at pain from the past, and cried when that pain was gone. Sadness has sustained me when all else failed and taught me so much. I feel almost guilty leaving it behind as it assures me I will be back. True, I may be, but this is now my time. My time for some joy and happiness. My time to break all masks and just be free, be me. The real me.

– Shelly

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I cry her tears
To hide her pain
I mask my fears
Projecting societies shame

She lives in me
A prisoner of no crime
Almost free
Soon it will be time

I can rest at last
For she will be free
Her journey just starting
Pride and revelry

Some will hate her
But please understand
I was always just an act
While she learned to stand

My show has run it’s course
I will not jump the shark
Her debut has come at last
In this world, she will make her mark

– Chas Harold

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Phoenix Love

Of you, I remember
Jasmine filled the air
Our first date
I washed your hair.

I remember your body
A taste from head to toe
Glistening with oil
As you begged me not to go.

I remember your smile
Madness and mischief in your eyes
Those pleasures we promised
Under darkened skies.

Now we need to remember
Go back to that start
We’re not the same people
But we carry their same heart.

– Chas Harold

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Transgender Visibility Day 2018

Posted March 31, 2018 to my Facebook page…

I have never publicly made a big deal about my sex or my gender, as what I am isn’t up for debate. My biological make up is what it is and no one and nothing will ever change that. If you don’t know I’m not male maybe you need to ask yourself how much you really know about me.

But all that said, today is Transgender Visibility Day, and it’s important for people to understand that transgender women and men aren’t just the dramatized images commonly projected and abused by popular media they are people you know and claim to love. They are your neighbors, classmates, friends, and family whether you realize it or not. You cross paths with a transgender, non-binary, or genderfluid person almost every day without even knowing it.

Because of this invisibility, you and others, including our very government, make critical judgments and decisions effecting and targeting the livelihoods of transgender, non-binary, or genderfluid people, often without even the basic understanding that “transgender” isn’t a noun.

So, as this day comes to an end take the time to think about how you judge and treats other. Rethink your preconceived thoughts about people you do not know and let everyone live their lives in a way that makes then happy whether it is how you would live or not.

– Chas Harold

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