Hey Friends! Family! People who like me for some reason!
I was accepted into the Lambda Literary Emerging LGBT Writers’ Retreat this year! They graciously gave me a partial scholarship, but I need to raise $1325 in order to go! If you can donate anything to help me, I would be supremely grateful. Help a trans woman go there (as far as I know, I’d be only the second trans woman to ever go to this retreat!) to write a weird noir novel about intergenerational conflict between trans women and what drives people to make terrifyingly cold decisions!
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Please help me signal boost this! (I will later be raising an additional $600 for my flight.)
Tomas Tranströmer, “After a Death” (via hellheather)
After a black day, I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.
The sound says that freedom exists
and someone pays no tax to Caesar.
I shove my hands in my haydnpockets
and act like a man who is calm about it all.
I raise my haydnflag. The signal is:
“We do not surrender. But want peace.”
The music is a house of glass standing on a slope;
rocks are flying, rocks are rolling.
The rocks roll straight through the house
but every pane of glass is still whole.