Check Out This List Celebrating Disabled Heroes Of The Queer Rights Movement.

Check out this list celebrating disabled heroes of the queer rights movement.

My Bird

by Ingeborg Bachmann

Whatever comes to pass: the devastated world

sinks back into twilight,

the forest offers it a sleeping potion,

and from the tower the watchman’s forsaken,

peaceful and constant the eyes of the owl stare down.

Whatever comes to pass: you know your time,

my bird, you put on your veil

and fly through the mist to me.

We peer into the haze where the rabble houses.

Yon follow my nod and storm out

in a whirl of feathers and fur—

My ice-gray shoulder companion, my weapon,

adorned with that feather, my only weapon!

My only finery: your veil and your feather.

And even when my skin burns

in the needle dance beneath the tree,

and the hip-high shrubs

tempt me with their spicy leaves,

when my curls dart like snake tongues,

sway and long for moisture,

the dust of distant stars still falls

right on my hair.

When I, in a helmet of smoke,

come back to my senses.

my bird, my nighttime ally,

when I’m ablaze in the night

the dark grove crackles

and I hammer the sparks from my limbs.

And when I stay ablaze as I am,

loved by the flame

until the resin streams out of the trunks,

drips over the wounds and

spins the earth warm into thread

(and though you rob my heart at night,

my bird of belief, my bird of faith!)

the watchtower moves into brightness

where you, tranquil now,

alight in magnificent peace—

whatever comes to pass.

—translated from the German by Mark Anderson

I found this in my dharma pub this morning:

"The Seeds of Lasting Peace"

Patience is an enormously supportive and even magical practice. It’s a way of completely shifting the fundamental human habit of trying to resolve things by either going to the right or the left, labeling things “good” or labeling them “bad.” It’s the way to develop fearlessness, the way to contact the seeds of war and the seeds of lasting peace—and to decide which ones we want to nurture.

i love you to the moon &

not back, let’s not come back, let’s go by the speed of 

queer zest & stay up 

there & get ourselves a little 

moon cottage (so pretty), then start a moon garden 

with lots of moon veggies (so healthy), i mean 

i was already moonlighting 

as an online moonologist 

most weekends, so this is the immensely 

logical next step, are you 

packing your bags yet, don’t forget your 

sailor moon jean jacket, let’s wear 

our sailor moon jean jackets while twirling in that lighter, 

queerer moon gravity, let’s love each other 

(so good) on the moon, let’s love 

the moon        

on the moon

Poem by. Chen Chen