I have no idea what I’m doing and you can’t stop me.

Author, Trans Woman, Hypno Domme, Hopeless Romantic, Sadist, newly out system.

Pronouns are She/It, perpetually happy HRT gave me titties and sad it didn’t give me tentacles.

I had shame once.

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Dating: @lunasorcery

18+ only


I am nude

I am draped only in sheets I’ve had for twenty years
Remnants of a lover long lost. We burned hot, you see
We forged our hearts in iron and we quenched in poison.
I’ll be rid of them: I love the moon more than I loved acid
And I know how to safely quench when forging a life.

I am naked

My left breast is exposed, my right beneath the sheet
The exposed one half warmed by sunlight in my window
And half frozen by frigid air. But I can control the cold.
Right now I enjoy the contrast. How fitting it should play
Across the soft skin closest to my naked heart.

I am new

There is naught left of pretentions and little of defenses
Such things served me poorly anyway. Relics of a man
I don’t see anymore. Not in photos, not in mirrors.
Just echos of a girl who was terrified of that word.
who kept her heart in a steel cage she called “safety”

I am now

I no longer burn my heart in flames of “might have been”.
No longer do I raise a shield at the slightest sudden sound.
My heart is exposed for her, and through her to the world
And through her to myself. I take off my armor.
I stand naked before myself and see only beauty.

I am new

raw and exposed; for once a cause for joy and peace.
Safe enough to sing again, I do not compose laments
For what once was, but sonnets for the new and ballads
Of the thousand futures that could be: they are all lovely.
I bare all of me; what I once hated and all I see is hope.

I am naked

I am alike to the witches of old, naked and sacred
I dance nude for the moon, full and bright and beautiful
Her rays touch my skin: I pretend they are her lips.
Branches tug my hair: I pretend they are her fingers.
Vulnerable for her: Safe with her. I do not pretend here.

I am nude.

I no longer fear my body. I no longer fear my heart.
I fear the world but I allow it in. It will burn me.
She will hold me when it does, and I will hold her.
Nude even if we are clothed. Sappho herself would
Wish us this safety. Wish us this love. Such love.

I am me.

Finding in me child and crone, maiden and whore.
I have shed my chrysalis and split free into something
Fresh and new and beautiful and terrifying and small.
I am a goddess: I am a candle in the sun. I am naked.
And in doing so, prove that I am all and more.


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