this is my new tattoo.
Caw, caw!” A huge black crow circled above me in the air and landed on a rock nearby. We looked at each other in silence.
“Crow, are you a girl or a boy?”
I laughed and rolled over on my back. The sky was crayon blue. I pretended I was lying on the white cotton clouds. The earth was damp against my back. The sun was hot, the breeze was cool. I felt happy. Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.
-Stone Butch Blues
this might be the best choice i ever made. it feels at home on my skin, and it's important for me to be reminded constantly of what matters, of the fluidity of gender, of past lovers and learning to respect bodies as they are offered to me, of bodies that died before they had a chance to become what they were meant to be, of myself and who i am. respecting myself first.