The hormones that flow through my veins. They barely show their faces these days. T merging so nicely, so easily with estrogen. A two-spirited. Bloody soul.
In between in spirit and soul and now in flesh. Our flesh we are the the masters of. Yet it masters us so much of the time. With weight. With gender. With height. We can overcome. Exceed. Excess.
We are the true masters of ourselves. Master yourself. Who are? What do you want to be? It's time to live that life.
I am surrounded by excess right now. I am a consumer. Why?
What void will that fill? Or is it just the power. The ability to say.. I will buy this. It will be mine.
What is it?
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