en la disco

This body you see that I try to adapt to the image I feel in the mirror plenty of possibilities changes and transformations pass through this matter a teenager again but controlling the phases of this new person that it’s growing in me I feel like an angel like a kueen you give me strength with your lovable gaze my hairiness and your perfections looks great on the dancefloor I felt in love with powerful bodies acceptance of the differences but we are no different we are true to us our bodies feel real and sincere I feel unique with you do you feel unique with me?

He noticed the fuzz waking up on her They have been dreaming of each other all this time He didn’t want to scare her She was waiting for him but he didn’t know They loved each other without knowing They went to the toilet and admire the changes They have been waiting for now they can say they are one linked to the same body cheering for each other’s happiness loving the person they are reaching for their true soul to come one day to the light

I like you when you grab my fake penis and I feel this hard feeling of myself of you of us and I like to feel your pussy wet as fuck flattering me in front of me and I like when you cum and It was me and my fake cock and this strength that’s given to me and this moment when we connect and we feel ourselves I like when you do dirty things on the dancefloor on the bed I feel safe to do things with you when everybody is watching but we feel alone I feel a comfort with your forms

She was waiting for his breast to grow this process takes time patience is a guideline you already look fantastica punching words of masculinity comes sometimes reminding her reality and happiness is in another dimension We are empowering her subjectivity She loves to feel intensely like on a period He likes to cry and laugh Her dream was appearing on him despite other problems She now forgets who he was because he never was now she is, now she exists for the world, she exists She is now our reality

I live in a place of love from words of caring and sharing in a shapeless trans post humanistic family where actions are heavier than words nothing is expected but sharing People are ephemeral Jugdement doesn’t exist

taking the sound politics cracks hips don’t lie like our vibe love in the streets rave in the sheets

and YES we care for others we are tired of casualness we seek engagement in a world that needs our protection

SMS: I love you, your beautiful

I come from a place of catholicism From the words of God From an immigrant privilege family Where images are heavier than words Mariage is soon expected Actions are expectations

invisible sounds flourishing grounds dance from the past future in our hands don’t stop the beat don’t stop the fight Appearance is qualification

but my booty snap Jesus words don’t worry mami I wash all my sins in this apocaliptico perreo del infierno don’t need to go to misa mañana I’ll stay the night with my girl

I’ll call you when I get home

shave my hair still the same no need for heritage stories are built here braids and piercing tattoos that tell memories a family displaced on this old territory recolonize the realms we are the generation of no hate but a new form of diplomacy we build new bridges we show everything you didn’t see taking back to the missed place the sounds and priorities our ancestors wanted to teach

temple of bodies goddesses emerge from the obscure spaces full of light we share we are human nature and basic care I see community in blood in skin we travel we routine take a bit of love and give in this unsafe place we need to care in gestures of concern

museums are places where people go to shelter from rain or hot weather the club is for dancing expressing and performing the anger and depressions we have outside the stage places we build outside of institutions natural isolations that comes from intuition a lost sense of naturality drowned in this society of opulence and consumerism persuading spaces we want to live in outside of artificial commodities

deconstruct your ideal kill your gods heroes of today and tomorrow in all of us take your skin take a promenade I am the material I am the dust the new value of life we protect we react we enact we build a new set for our representation we are a new discourse we feel like home our land is out of boundaries

I am language from the touch I don’t need words I don’t function in this hierarchy we are a common point we synchronize in music in trance and dance I see you in the rhythm I regain my body I dispossess the chains of all formalities I feel mine I collapse I’m poetry let me whisper touches while you move in this apocalipsis

dynamics don’t define us our aesthetic will never fit defy gravity categorizations have no place here look what we have done a beautiful canvas of venuses and cherubs with our own addictions and drinks evil but naive we mean no harm I commit to our health on healthy spaces in decomposed environment the rest of our language still lives in the skirts of the sea of universality

the sky doesn’t exist the night is another transition for the day like (h)ours fossils in bed craving to move mosquitos who surround fresh blood from the south in the north, mosquitos don’t bite hope you sunburn fine

Spice and sasón for the tasteless white everything is salt and the summer is too hot cocktails are pretext pretend to know another language half of your vocabulary is invented don’t try to play like you know I don’t care, shut up go away -ya