MUM
there are so many words and yet not enough to express the magic of my mother.
jax raised us on real, homegrown love. in public libraries and compost gardens, she taught us to fight for the little guys - whether the worms under the dirt, or our hungry neighbours - she is walking compassion. she gave birth to me in our house in cambridge and every day since she has rallied for me; she let me be everything i ever wanted to be, she got behind every one of my dreams, no matter how big, or how barriered, they were.
i don’t know anyone more committed to allyship and learning. she changed my bandages after top surgery and brought comfort meals to my bedside. she calls me “son” with a fearless pride, and will unhesitatingly adopt any of my queer friends who need a mama’s hug.
her love anchors me; it is warm like the chamomile tea she made us before bed, sweet like the apple slices sprinkled with cinnamon, wild and ever-growing like her tomato garden. she is funny and smart, musical and creative. we have grown closer every year, and watching her curious and playful inner child come out in recent years has been a true gift. she is mother and father and everything in between. happy mother’s day jax, thank you for being you ❤️🌱🍅🌟🌈
a love letter to my first year living in g-town 💌
years ago, when i moved out for the very first time, i couldn’t sleep a wink ~ i was convinced i’d never reach a day where i wasn’t incapacitated by homesickness. if you told that guy about the life they’re living now, i’m not sure they’d believe you. we spend our days at the farmer’s market, sprawled out across cafe countertops, and our nights at DIY shows, trans-led events, and giggling into the wee hours of the night. grateful for every familiar face i run into across our little gay world. you have loved me so well, and i am loving you right back 💐🧚🏻♂️
