Shakey Graves Dearly Departed | Live From The Pandora House At SXSW

Shakey Graves — Dearly Departed | Live from the Pandora House at SXSW

I’m taking my voice final tomorrow, and I’m frustrated with myself, but I have a list of songs that I want to cover when I’m good enough. If I can find someone to sing the female part, “Dearly Departed” is one of the songs at the top of the list. I absolutely love the percussion in the intro.

Two weeks left in the semester and I feel like it's JUST starting to get good, ahhh

This is the first time in quite a while where I felt like I actually ENJOYED studying. It sucks because learning has always been something I'm super passionate about. I used to LOVE studying. But, better late than never I guess.

Undine Rising from the Waters (1888)

Manifesting that my laptop will survive until the end of finals week. The trackpad is starting to act up and sometimes the right half of the keyboard stops working but in the words of the great Gloria Gaynor: I will survive.

Me writing absolutely anything: God I hope the world loves my OCs as much as I do. I hope my blorbos become someone else's blorbos. I hope they bring randos on the internet comfort and hope

On this #transdayofremembrance Im gonna highlight something a lot of us forget, being that trans death by suicide is a death at the hands of this transphobic society we live in, that closeted trans people are left out of statistics accounting for trans death, that trans people who’s narrative is controlled by transphobic family or estates are often left out of statistics and mourning.

I want to highlight specifically how often the rhetoric that transmasculine people are somehow protected from violence is a propaganda tool that has historically allowed violence and murder to be carried out at the hands of our sick society with impunity. I want to highlight how I, an intersex trans man who has survived infant genital mutilation, hormonal conversion therapy, abuse at the hands of doctors and medical professionals specifically due to my transness — would not be counted among trans deaths if I were to die today, in the numbers that get crunched once my body turns cold. I want to highlight that the ability to count our dead is vital, that taking that away is a punishment, not a reward.

I want to highlight how this reality has already impacted the way we think about trans death, and trans life. I want to highlight that none of us are functioning at the level of freedom we deserve in this world. I want to highlight that excusing the mistreatment, abuse or violence toward any of your trans siblings is a win for those who aim to bury us all.

I want to remember all the dead boys and girls who never got to be alive boys and girls. I want to honor them. I want to make sure that every alive trans person gets to realize and see themselves as an alive trans person.

To all my trans family, please stay alive. Please do what you can to keep each other alive. Please do not let apathy toward any of your trans siblings win. Please do not allow the harshness of this world to poison you toward one another. Please, stay alive. Loving each other is suicide prevention.