The Marbled Maykins of An Amerycan Trannymal Annyvers Addition By a Furreal Lyfe Bearded Laydee
Hayer Part Three: A year ago I changed my name A year ago I changed my name as to symbolize a commitment made to the love of my lyfe, the one of my dreams, my soulmayte - somethin human people doin often for each other several tymes throughout one lyfespan even. A year ago I changed my name as to symbolize my freedom from a place of severe oppression and vyolent tyranny against my natural existence - somethin my blood been doin for more spells to than they'd care to count. A year ago I changed my name as to symbolize my devotion to a certain way of lyfe that is to be an endless practice and patience - something I am eternally grateful to have every single day I am blessed with rotations round this star. A year ago I changed my name as an artist may title they work before even beginnin ta conceive its execution - somethin muses have been a whispering into creative ears since the beginnin of tune.
Hayer Part Two: A year ago I fell in love. And when I arrived, there at the fall. I was not with anyone in particular. Yet with every single one, ever. I didn't fall in love with a person, ya see. I fell in love, with a space A place called negative and in between. A playce where most see nothing at all. I fell in love with a place of being in love. A year ago I changed my name to symbolize a union with this a belief greater than myself. A vast and endless place of everything and nothing. A year ago I fell in fear with everything there is to fear. A year ago I fell in love with everything there is to love. A year ago I changed my name to a spot, that until then only known inside my heart, my dreams - something my born name believed could only exist once upon an ever after, in galaxies so far, and on planes of time and space unseen.
Hayer Part 1: A year ago I changed my name for this place was hidden from me most of my life yet protected, kept safe in the very weapons used against me. And after a lifetime of learnin to defend myself with not just a shield, a wall, a block, a boom, but also within the most effective simultaneous counterattack that can only come with not just acceptance for them attacks and attackers, but the love for them as well, that keeping them so close kinda feels. A year ago I changed my name to the two weapons that have destroyed everything I hold dear and created an ultimate choice inside my heart, a weapon to yield for the rest of my rotations. A choice to be unsafe, a choice to be afraid, a choice to be conscious, a choice to be proud, a choice to be happy, a choice to be called an enemy, out loud, at least everyday of my life, and to celebrate the fuck outta that, with patience. A year ago I changed my name because every time its called now, at least one dream comes true. Never did get much from a wishin but dreams, now those are made of freedom.
Happy Freedomversary My Sweet, Hollywood Texas
P.S. EXTENDED EDIBLE As Ta Not Be Called Late For Dinner:
A year ago I changed my name so that now makes a couple things ya can't call me, but I've just always simply loved nicknames and terms of endearment. Because a year ago I changed my name to ensure I still get mine, on a daily basis - This is the list of approved names, phrases, sayings and exclamations laying down that side of the coin, that are appropriate to holler when ya ready for yers truthly to come runnin: Homo, Fag, Faggot, Freak, Fairy, Punk, Pussy, Puff, Bitch, Cunt, Witch, Weirdo, Queer, He-She, Tranny, Sissy, Slut, Skank, Whore, Tramp, Puto, Snowflake, Tinkerbell... A year ago I changed my name to Also please also feel free to get creative with combinations like these top winners: Queer Freak, Freakin Weirdo, Big Faggot, Fukin Pussy, Lil Bitch, Punk Ass, Punk Bitch, Bitch Boy, A WhatThfuck! / An Oh Hellnaw!, Flamin Homo, Cock Sucker, Prick Gobbler, Pillow Bitter, Cum Bucket, Dick Dumpster, and just the more tragic and repulsive the better, really