 Self Pleasure is Rock N Roll
The original conjure It is the indigenous way of life & Rock N Roll is Black Lives The original culture Black Trans Women Are Killed Because Black Trans Women Are Feared For the amount of Rock N Roll Coursing their veins The divinity that flows through Is a knowledge that is threatening To all things civility Feared for the audacity to pursue purpose Feared by those that bathe In the comfort of conformity & the bliss of ignorance They who are bred to fear the sovereign As much as the subordinate Black Trans Women have the strength To swim against all streams Go against all grain For the pleasure of existence Not for glory, not for fame, or legacy Just to know themselves To know the truth & must walk a path of not just protest But one of WAR, sacred warriorship Self Pleasure Is Rock N Roll & it is a transgression For in America’s eyes & In the eyes of Empires Rock N Roll is still The Devil The enemy of the state But in The Ancestors eyes Black Trans Lives Are Indigenous Medicine Root Work Beholden to them, I define myself With pleasure With purpose A Transsexual, A Mojosexual, A First Gendered, A Transgendered, A Queer, A Feminine, Human Being Called Hollywood Texas P.S. no one can support any lives, contribute to any change, make any magic, heal any wound, without loving themselves enough to make changes at the source. #blacktranslivesmatter #sexualhealing #firstgender #mojosexual #lilmissbitchtits2020 #pride2020 #decolonizesex
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 As a soft they youngin My rounded thiccness made me happy Horny even Before ever knowing it as such During puberty tho I wanted to hide it & hide from it best I could Would bind my burgeoning baby breasts Or bandaid my puffy pointed nipples down For fear of my truth being discovered Hunched my shoulders forward As to make my chest flatter Tucked down my rib cage And fixed my gaze toward the ground So that I could at all times monitor How my surface would present itself for Underneath my tee was no GI Joe torso No bones with hard woven anatomy Like that of the neighbor boys Who’s bodies I would see When we chased a dead snake Down this little dirty stream In the Alabama wood behind our houses Because my body was removed Because my softness was hardened Because my nature was shamed Because my voice was silenced Because my home was demolished Because my land was taken Because my freedom was a lie When at infancy my trusted protectors Left their posts My soft body, my true body, my queer body Was with one slice, a stream of terror But if god made dirt and dirt don’t hurt Then why would my body be born in filth? Purpose & pleasure removed from my reach & why would it not be glory? This body of bodies of water I have been terrified For I have been terrorized This fear I feel through pain An inescapable kind of default The message is permanent Engraved into my softness my nature Is hardness and shame The path, the way against and away from My home, my ancestors The First Gender Who are soft thick and sensitive Dirty little streams, carrying dead snakes Through the dark & deep Alabama wood Behind all of our houses My Transition Is My Way Home. Lil Miss Bitch Tits HTXXO   The Manticore is an ancient Persian mythological creature AKA The Androphagoi or “MANEATER” that is based on my ancestors, indigenous human beings called The First Gender. The Manticore or Mantichora were said to have the body of a lion, the head of a human (often bearded and called “man”), the tail and sting of a scorpion (one very deadly which produces a crop, spreading an infection to devour more hosts), the wings of a bat, many rows of teeth, who spoke with a voice that of trumpets to lure in prey, and whose young were hunted and mutilated by severing off their “tail” in order to prevent it from growing poisonous stings: all of these things being hyper illustrated metaphors for the many naturally transexual attributes of the Fitst Gender human being, our relationship to the forces of nature and the universe, and how we are hunted and removed from concouseness. In fact, all human-animal hybrids weather be gods or monsters have been based on the First Gender, or rather our imposed fearful relationship to them. Our truths turned myths by the power of storytelling: scrolls, books, songs, movies etc. The fear of transsexuality implemented through sexual repression has been so imbedded in our consciousness for thousands of years it permeates all we know today weather be fiction or non. If being told by the colonizer, we are the story of the monster, the creature, the savage, the pagan, barbarian, the werewolf, the devil. In a world built by men, this definitely how I feel often - like my monstrous ancestors: feared and hunted as a mutilated, maneating creature whose ability to change, inspires others to “eat man” as well. But then again, it was a woman who heard my voice on a call today and then referred to me as ma’am.
#firstgender #mojosexual #decolonizethisspace  Artwork by Broobs
Deeply imbedded in our subconscious, there lies a fragile superiority complex that wants to keep us close, one that needs us so that it may thrive. It is not one person, or kind of people but a part of our being today, the world over. Our beliefs, thoughts, actions have all been influenced by the idea of property and our egos have been attached to the reverence of ownership for so very long and in so many ways that it is very difficult to even imagine things differently; but the concept of identifying ourselves sexuality (infact, every conceivable identity for that matter), is the focus on what separates us as opposed to what brings us together and is born out of a primal type of fear - one of the unknown. Our indigenous ancestors called Human Beings did not have any concept of ownership. They experienced the earth, all its features and inhabitants, past/future and present, as an extension of the same being - something called Oneness (meaning whole), and viewed themselves as a unique articulation of this oneness. The ego of the colonizer came from this same idea of oneness but instead of relating to wholeness it has evolved to become the focus on our singularity (what prevents wholeness), and the source of many an imbalance and much illness. Since it is very unnatural to own something that you come from (nature: our ancestor), let alone something that you see yourself in (humanity: our descendant), our similarities were removed from our focal consciousness so that the colonizer (insert: slavery) could thrive. We are able to own and be owned (yes enslave and be enslaved) ONLY by retaining our preference for our perceived differences - sex, gender, age, race, nationality, size, ability, ethnicity, etc. - all separatist minded observations. Though we are all unique and different in many ways, as human beings we possess far more similarities. Our differences are what could make every single human person an artist; but the colonizer exists as the capitalist idea that any human expression (art) is something to be monetarily valued based on skill and then commodified - a product as opposed to a sacred process meant to invoke spirit and authenticity. Though today’s most prominent example of the colonizer would be the white, American, cisgendered, heterosexual male, the mentality and the pattern of the colonizer is not at all limited to this person nor “white people” as a whole. Ownership is the foundational principle of the colonizer, it is an ancient concept, almost as ancient as our concept of self, and in today’s human experience there are very few ways in which we are shown to be happy without some attachment to the idea of property. The colonizer believes in ownership so passionately that currency has been created to manifest this most heinous and unnatural relationship with the world and all its peoples. Sexuality, as in the idea of having a sexual identity (or any ID for that matter) or orientation is a concept (one of many in place today) similar to the gender binary which is used to enforce this ownership consciousness and preserve the ego of the colonizer - who fears what it cannot compartmentalize. True freedom being a terrifying experience as much as having an open mind can be fearful and dangerous one to have. Therefore the colonizer’s focus can be found within the (false sense of) security of polarity / aka: repress the spectrum (process) and enforce the binary (polarity). A Heterosexual assumes the ownership of their partners’ sexual expression and gives up ownership of their own, to a body of the “opposite sex”, while a Homosexual agrees to give up ownership of their own expression and have another of the “same sex” own theirs. But your sexuality is yours, it does not belong to another if you don’t want it to, there is no sex same as yours and there is no sex opposite of anyone’s. Asexual orientation is not one of lacking a sexual expression but one of sexual independence, the asexual understands that their expression is not limited to sharing of bodies, of genitalia, as does the Mojosexual - meaning one who encounters the experience of life itself, through their own human body, as a “sexual” one, aka one who experiences all things sex, as spirit. Though sex is something that is sometimes shared with another body - it is in no way belonged to by that sharing. If every sensation and experience one can have, “sexually” or not, occurs within the body of the experiencer - then sex only truly happens within each of us. And if it happens uniquely within us all as demonstrated by our DNA, then everyone’s sex must be just as complex, as original, and mysterious / a beautiful difference with a sacred purpose to be expressed. Aka everyone has a kink. Sex is not limited to genitalia or activities involving their stimulation. Sex is homeostasis, it is the balanced (or unbalanced) and harmonious (sometimes painful) relationship our body holds with and within itself. It is chemical, ancestral, scientific, mathematic and artistic. Without sexual repression (what the colonizer depends on), there would be no capitalization, no slavery, no “civilization” (all anti-indigenous or indigiphobic concepts). The foundation of our society and concept of self today is dependent on the repression of this truth: sex is who we are. Sex is every second that passes (time), every thought that thinks (consciousness), every action taken (free will), SEX IS KNOWING. And colonization is the unknowing, the dulling, the desensitization, the destination. Ye Old Books (Bible, Torah, Koran) are full of truths. All three of Abraham’s religions tell the truth but through the colonizers mind, as they were born of the “new reverence”, from the ancient monotheistic consciousness called YHWH (yah-whey) which naturally opposes human Indigineity: being polytheistic by nature, born of reverence for the many infinite forces of nature (human nature, unrepressed). Through our attachment to property we made certain our detachment from nature and have created the pattern that “white peoples” would capitalize on and spread like a virus over time up until today. We have been able to record and repeat true words but have failed to remember that actions speak louder (movement being the language of nature) than words or text. Speaking authentically with yer spirit, with yer being is vibrational and resonates with all else that nature has created. If we were allowed and encouraged to speak naturally, authentically, then the colonizer YHWH would have no food. Belief truly (ancestrally) means what the body does, not what the head or heart think or feel, aka being as knowledge, not an opinion or a preference. You are what you eat and everything that humans have created externally, is and has always been an extension of what is inside - be it from tools, to weapons, of art, of home, of science of spirit of happiness. Books allow us a glimpse of someone else’s knowledge which does inspire our own to arise; but the only book there is for a Human Being to read is their own body. This is why the foundation of the colonizers success was to eliminate oral history (by perpetually removing its storytellers) and replace it with a written one. Books that would cause more human death and indigenous genocide than any weapon ever created - the Old Testament, the Bible, the Koran. What the colonizer calls sex is also the book of knowing of my people - The Qadex (meaning holy people: from the gendered Hebrew word “ka-desh” / “ka-desha). A once greatly revered indigenous holy people of the ancient Middle East, akin to Two Spirit First Nation people’s of America, they were/ we are The First Gender - the being of the indigenous human (where “knowing” someone, biblically: meaning sexually, comes from). The Qadex were the story tellers of our species, the tree of life that bore the fruit of the gender binary, the link between our ancestors and us. They were entrusted with telling our story through their actions and were honored as holy people for this sacred relationship by the communities they served within. I am called Hollywood Texas and I am a First Gendered Mojosexual and a keeper of the Tao of the Qadex (the sacred way) - my sex, sexual identity, sexual expression, sexual transitions and gender expression(s) are mine and they do not belong to any other body. I am responsible for my own pleasure and my own happiness and within this human body, possess the necessary ingredients. Balance is mine to pursue but is not a very stable experience by nature - as balance requires constant movement though it may appear to be still. With the deformation of my body: the colonizer intended to removed me from my book of knowledge, and place me within his. I know the colonizer because I was the colonizer, he was my father, he was who I used to be, who I used to want to be and am only ever working very intentionally on decolonizing my being and body from his pattern, in pursuit of my authenticity. Sexual healing is my full time gig and it’s not for money. My body (the indigenous queer body I was born into) was enslaved to him and his ways, over thousands of years, through the mutilation of my infant genitalia so for me, the work of decolonization does not end, it is never finished. Every chain unbroken reveals another, locked up for someone else’s safe keeping. But I no longer believe in achieving my goals, I now believe in focusing on the process necessary to produce my own happiness - And have learned to enjoy the process of breaking of chains. The Hyper Vigilante, Hollywood Texas The human being has been colonized
Where movement once thrived Purposeful and directionless Now stagnation reigns Selfish and insensitive The human body has been enslaved To unnatural patterns And a false god The pursuit of value does not resonate Within the walls of our one true home Once we hunted for our knowledge And gathered for our spirits Now the hunt has been turned against And all gathering gone away with Tho never gone for good But hidden deep within the fog With no light to guide on no path to foot A sound is made A whisper is spoken And the breath of truth is uttered A foreign language by now But soon fluency rises And our language will be returned Howdy, I’m called Hollywood Texas and I’m a Trans, Mojosexual, healer/bodyworker and this is my movement practice, Mojo Flow. As a student of my ancestors - The First Gender, I believe there is only one thing to learn about in life and that is yourself, the body of your being. Mojo is the force that flows through every living body and it does not start or stop; it is like water, it flows. Mojo Flow is the restoration of our connection to happiness, to authenticity. This is the decolonization of the human being. 🌹The human being (your body) has been colonized by linearity (much like the binary). Although the human body itself is capable of what appears to be linear movement: forward and backward, up and down, left and right etc., the concept of straight lines and linear progression is an unnatural concept, it is the colonizers path and pursuit, the white man’s language. The indigenous body - The Human Being, is Queer and only truly moves non-linearly, or spherically. Anatomically, we are designed for movement, it is our indigenous language, and our actions speak volumes louder than our words. Though movement is increasingly being removed from our being, it is the foundation of our essence of expression - think sport, dance, strength, flexibility, balance, agility, stamina and speed but also is essential to happiness as movement is change; and though change may be uncomfortable, painful at times, it is necessary, it is natural and is your right. 🌹Gyms/studios can be wonderful spaces (though not usually inviting to queer or alternatively sized and alt. abled folks) and within the realm of “fitness” one is certainly able to learn how to find authenticity and express themselves therein, but machines show you how to use machines not bodies. Lifting weights may show you some of your strength but do not necessarily build your ability to relate well with what is heavy in your heart. This is what movement is for, here we honor process, not goals or desired results. 🌹Tuesday’s at noon - We will congregate at the East stairs of Buena Vista Park on the corner Haight street and we will be moving for about an hour. This is not a workout but it will make you warm and possibly perspire so active wear and a bottle of water is encouraged, though the less to hold = more freedom to move. Cash donations / trade of goods or services are accepted for this offering but there is no fee and no capitalism involved. All bodies of all shapes, sizes, ages and abilities are welcome and encouraged to join in on exposing their skin to the elements, especially the glutes (I will be wearing a thong and hope you can too). #mojodojo #mojoflow #decolonizethebutt #decolonizethebody There is no race
There is no homeland No ethnicity or nationality There is no such thing as a country There is no patriotism No outer space There is no sex, no gender There is no politics No young, no old There is no freedom or oppression There is no peace No fairness, no equality There is no sickness, no health There is no parent nor child There is no name for what the human being can do Because there is no limit to what the human being can do The human body is the only thing that truly exists Everything else is simply a perception or an extension of the spine Pain is liberal Sacrifice is progressive Movement is radical Fear is revolutionary My gender is my love: My gender is my bones My teeth and my tail My gender is my home: My gender is my skin My hair, and my nails My gender is my song: My gender is my walk My talk and my tears My gender is not just my body: My gender is my ability to use my body And to use my body is my purpose A soldier fights in someone else's army
Armies are used for control A warrior fights as an army for the self Selves are used for freedom #mojodojo  Babes, Dames, Dolls, Dandies, Fags, Femmes and Fairies of all bodies, flowers & fenders: Makeup is not for women to wear Nor is it worn for the eyes of men Like all warriors have done before us Paint is worn only for the arousal of gods And all that which is done for the Devine Can be dangerous stuff Lipstick is real big magic An ancient power that works in small roses Whatever the conjure Weather for lover or for cover Paintin yer face provokes another And if true beauty is made of pain (Trust, it certainly is) Then the painted must be protected ...Do you know how to use yer thorns?  One day when I was just only a boy
A giant eagle I was fixed on above Swooped down from the sky And ripped me off this earth It's talons dug deep into my back and shoulders as it screeched its soaring call Though now bleeding I did not mind the stinging For I was more fraid of the height And distance we were gaining from the earth So much so that I welcomed its piercing grip And when I could finally ask As to whereabout it was they takin me Is when they answered with the release of its clutches And as I fell through the clouds They replied This is the place Now fly child Shoulders and back still badly bruised Made flapping my arms VERY PAINFUL |
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