Let us give masculinity back its flowering wand of reciprocal relationship with the natural world. Let us call Dionysus to the gates of our cities and homes. A man who can dance with plants and honor beasts, a man who can be a woman and an androgen and an animal, is more than a gender. He is a celebration. A hive of humming bees. A secret network of fungus ready to erupt as the air moistens. A murmuration of birds. A cluster of grapes. A throng of singing women. A magician.

Sophie Strand, The Flowering Wand: Rewilding the Sacred Masculine

mary oliver, from "to begin with, the sweet grass," in evidence

It's important to teach kids that girls are not ornamental objects. That women deserve to live in their bodies, not merely decorate them.

NotYourManicPixieDreamcurl (caption to You can Create Resilient Kids)

eukaryotic spirits 

ghost owl attic

Only by welcoming uncertainty from the get-go can we acclimate ourselves to the shattering wonder that enfolds us. This animal body, for all its susceptibility and vertigo, remains the primary instrument of all our knowing, as the capricious earth remains our primary cosmos.

David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology

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the web eiment

the slaughter eiment

The extinction eiment

colors are from kenochoric-moved's TMA alignment flags

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“I am exactly where I’m supposed to be, right here, right in this moment. I am abundant, prosperous, I have everything I need right here, right now.” 🌸

I'm getting to the point in my trans journey where I just need to fucking man up and accept that I DON'T CARE THAT I LIKE MAKEUP AND FEMININE THINGS AND STILL BE A MAN.

Like, I'm NOT transitioning to fit whatever patriarchal cis-man ideal of masculinity.

I'm being my own version of gender-fluid masculinity!

And I also don't need to perform it unless I want to perform/flaunt it.

All the changes I do medically or externally ARE FOR ME. Not for society.

But... it would be nice to be gendered as a man or simply not-a-girl more often.

It would be nice to be perceived as the gender-fluid, masculine peacock femboy I know I am.

Your body is an ancestor. Your body is an altar to your ancestors. Every one of your cells holds an ancient and anarchic love story. Around 2.7 billion years ago free-living prokaryotes melted into one another to form the mitochondria and organelles of the cells that build our bodies today. All you need to do to honor your ancestors is to roll up like a pill bug, into the innate shape of safety: the fetal position. The curl of your body, then, is an altar not just to the womb that grew you, but to the retroviruses that, 200 million years ago taught mammals how to develop the protein syncytin that creates the synctrophoblast layer of the placenta. Breathe in, slowly, knowing that your breath loops you into the biome of your ecosystem. Every seven to ten years your cells will have turned over, rearticulated by your inhales and exhales, your appetites and proclivity for certain flavors. If you live in a valley, chances are the ancient glacial moraine, the fossils crushed underfoot, the spores from grandmotherly honey fungi, have all entered into and rebuilt the very molecular make up of your bones, your lungs, and even your eyes. Even your lungfuls of exhaust churn you into an ancestor altar for Mesozoic ferns pressurized into the fossil fuels. You are threaded through with fossils. Your microbiome is an ode to bacterial legacies you would not be able to trace with birth certificates and blood lineages. You are the ongoing-ness of the dead. The alembic where they are given breath again. Every decision, every idea, every poem you breathe and live is a resurrection of elements that date back to the birth of this universe itself. Today I realize that due to the miracle of metabolic recycling, it is even possible that my body, somehow, holds the cells of my great-great grandmother. Or your great-great grandmother. Or that I am built from carbon that once intimately orchestrated the flight of a hummingbird or a pterodactyl. Your body is an ecosystem of ancestors. An outcome born not of a single human thread, but a web of relations that ripples outwards into the intimate ocean of deep time.

Your Body is an Ancestor, Sophie Strand

Masculinity is lunar. Gender is lunar. Sexuality is lunar. Landscape is lunar. Bodies, liquid in a flesh silhouette, are tides of lunacy, constantly shifting their internal shorelines. To be lunar means to change—to be full and ripe one night, and tired and reclusive another.

Sophie Strand, The Flowering Wand: Rewilding the Sacred Masculine, p. 30

In professing the resurrection of the body —and not simply the immortality of the soul— the church understands eternal life to be not something that we escape into, leaving behind the flesh and its existence in time, but something that lifts both the body and our time on earth into an eternal ripeness. Note that what happened to Jesus in the body in his time on earth he brings with him into eternal life. What had happened here was not swept away. It was transfigured. His lesions and his loves remained his own.

Rev. Terrance Klein ("What Age Will You Be in Heaven? All of Them")

VampBodiment

A gender in the gender bodiment system, related, connected or describes as being the embodiment of a vampire. Coined by me.

In creative work, both the artist and craftsman are directly engaged with their bodies and their existential experiences rather than focusing on an external and objectified problem. A wise architect works with his/her entire body and sense of self. While working on a building or an object, the architect is simultaneously engaged in a reverse perspective, his/her self-image, or more precisely, existential experience. In creative work, a powerful identification and projection takes place; the entire bodily and mental constitution of the maker becomes the site of the work.

Juhani Pallasmaa, The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the Senses

Tomorrow is Dakini Day and the anniversary of the birth of Yeshe Tsogyal. We hope that you are able to honor this special day tomorrow.

Yeshe Tsogyal is known as the “Queen of the Dakinis” and is considered the Mother of Tibetan Buddhism. She was a principal disciple and consort of Guru Rinpoche. The Dakini in Tibetan Buddhism represents the dynamic play of energy, and is also known as the “sky dancer.”

“When Emptiness and Awareness are set free, you are nothing if not a Buddha ... there is nothing but the spontaneity of pure potential. There is no other way to dance in the sky.”

~ Yeshe Tsogyal, from the book “Sky Dancer: The Secret Life and Songs of Lady Yeshe Tsogyal”

[Red Pine (translator) :: Bill Porter (author)]

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May you be at peace. May your heart remain open. May you awaken to the light of your own true nature. May you be healed. May you be a source of healing for all beings.

Tibetan Buddhist Prayer

Pulling out of the old scarred skin (old rough thing I don’t need now I strip off slip out of leave behind) I slough off deadscales flick skinflakes to the ground Shedding toughness peeling layers down to vulnerable stuff And I’m blinking off old eyelids for a new way of seeing By the rock I rub against I’m going to be tender again

Harryette Mullen, "Shedding Skin"