biloLagrrrlluvsgrrls's blog: "Riding the Wave of an Iconoclast Freak"

"We live in a world that denies our love and treats us as 'abnormal' or at the bery least sexualizes our lives to a strange and glamorous effect. It denies our existence and questions our deepest emotions and identities. It commits assault, verbal and otherwise, on our communities. It creates stereotypes for us to be abominations in the mainstream cultures (queer and straight) and it makes us live as second class members of both and it's members often live in hate of our 'secret' feelings which monosexual cultures prohibit. We can talk about 'normal' when those days are gone. Celebrating bi-ness is about living and loving in fierce and beautiful ways. A community that supports and provides an outlet for that process is essential. Therefore, celebrating bi-ness in our communities (whether they currently exist or not) is essential." (from my friend Rachel Rainbowspryte)

Okay, so I am outting myself right here, right now. I don't shave my legs or my armpits and I like it that way. It's not gross to me and I think it is stupid when people act like normal body hair that is fine for men is ugly on women. I don't want my adult female body to look like a prepubescent child. I shave my bikini line and I keep it tidy but other than that and plucking my eyebrows, I let myself be natural. It's low maintenance which leaves more time for fun things ((!!))and it's soft and never scratchy like razor stubble can be. I never mind when women ((or men!)) choose to shave, but I also must say that it's just not for me. Cheers! happiness to all, whether you shave or not~

I am an inkspot... Tattoos on skin/ words on a page/ images on a canvas/ /brand the mind/ Eat me, motherfuckers. Yep, an inkspot. A fucking Rorschach test. Take your best shot. Tattoos on my skin... time and time again, I watched needles break the surface... lonely footprints on the sand to show you where I've been to remind me of what I /cannot/ /will not/ forget a resounding echo of events that tore my armor down /the shearing of steel/ I felt it over and over again So I walk around like this, wearing my self on my skin /no mysteries here/ or so it seems and my naked skin felt the needles of the sun and your eyes the needles of your eyes Blood reddens when it is touched by air, touched by eyes inkspot, yeah... that is me. All over up and down and around that shit/ where there is ink you will find me. In the light that surrounds it, in the darkess that finds your eyes you will find me. Words on a page you will find me. Words on a page my heart in my ribcage will not cease to beat/ no it will not cease to beat because I found my own drummer long before I knew you and you will not take my determination/ I will continue this dance there is no me without my rage there is no love without anger there is no courage without fear you will not take my determination to continue this dance this dance is mine this dance is fucking mine. Ink and blood, they darken when touched by eyes, when touched by understanding words on a page words on my lips/ your lips stain the heart black/ the mind with black trails of trying stumbling through a forest and losing all desire to find the trail these tattoos remind me where I've been and I will keep on going trailing across pages and skin playing marco polo with you is so much fun.... I am and have always been black to the core with love and inky rage Some things never change and some things you do not try to change for they are sacred Yep, I am sacred I am sacred I am profane pierce the skin and scrawl my name in ink in blood The disease we yearn for /ache for/ the disease that festers within is what we think/feel coursing through our veins leaving brands and prints on our skin is blood/ in our anger/ in our rage is ink/ in our anger/ on the page is me/ in your heart and on this page I am dark and I am spreading I am spilled from the well of this vast universe of emotion and expression I am running down out of the corners of your mouth dripping down your chin and you thought you had enough of me but here I am again the inkwell spilled and I will stain the earth with my meaningless excesses please, let this love be the place where my meaningless excesses take form where light and darkness turn shadows into beauty inkspots tattoos MILEMARKERS words on a page meaningless excesses turn shadows and light into beauty make my existence have meaning a purpose when there is a mirror that shows the fingerprints of a woman whose darkness is an art soak up my meaningless excesses, please and restore them softly to meaning again