can we get a lunarcore/poet remembrance thread? ill start by posting my favorite poet posts accompanied by some solemn narration that i hope can live up to the poignant prose.
Do you know that secret place behind the cross-section at Water street? It's a little notch, right behind the old Nynex junction box. When the trees are bare and the sky is dead you can see it. It's just a little hole in the branches, right then.
But right now, everything there is green. Nobody but us could spot it on a day like today, the sun high in the sky and the forest humming all around us. A million tiny wings beat out a single chord down in there, but wide leaves and tall grass would keep you thinking otherwise unless you knew better.
One warm night, many summers ago, I asked her how she always knew where to find it. I was hunched over on a rusty Mongoose and wondering which way we'd come. She was walking beside her bike, smoking. The stream behind us didn't seem to orient me at all, like it was snaking back into the forest whenever I turned around. The back wheel of her bike was making this circling metal whine & I would later tell myself as i drifted to sleep that yes, the forest was responding, rising in pitch and tempo.
After a minute she stopped walking and the trees fell quiet. "You have to look for the lights, dummy." The tip of her cigarette made a lazy arc.
"The lights?" I asked. She handed me the bottle then and something turned over in the stream behind us.
"It's the fireflies." She said, turning away. "They're always here, close to the stream."
>Thousands of hides cut down in concrete walled factories under glaring spheroid lights, the meat's been gone since Iowa and we work with flesh here - long sheets stretched over framework like a gossamer wing, longstanding traditions unbroken even though they thin the leathers every year, even though they reproportion solvents and strip away at our welting.
>The important thing is a notion, the idea of those thousand strides cascading up a steep and verdant hill some miles outside of a dead Pennsylvania coal town, sleep falling on people in far-lit wooden buildings miles below as night falls and we stay here, ensconced in the cradle of a thousand green miles beneath that full grain hope hand-fashioned in a familiar place.
>And a way of life is built like this, a time and a place is anchored like this and entire armies of souls find respite in the purpose and safety of nature's seemingly inexhaustible cradle.
>Breed, hope and learn - you are all approaching something.
so FUCKING brave: the thread
by the way; this thing is amazing and cute of course, but… the neckline is approximately the same size as a human skull and so it’s incredibly difficult to doff and to don and to use the bathroom…. at least not without taking off my hat, messing up my hair, and potentially smearing my make up.
i recall a post that I made about the connection between Giger and the MOODY rompers; but I had never noticed a connection between this romper (from NASKA, but originally developed for STRUTTER) and Giger. And…. to Rick’s very apparent obsession with urine. But here, what gets him going is your inability to pee in a reasonable or timely manner.
dumping more pics from my honey and the queen of lunarcore, shes my bae
inspire ur trans sisters by being consistently gorgeous all of the time (◡‿◡✿)
trans women can even get pregnant if this pic is any indication
beautiful natural breasts are formed to nourish the newborn
no such thing as gender
but shes transgender
but gender is a social construct
physical appearance has nothing to do with ones gender
thats why she takes hormones to make her look feminine
insensitive douche, as if a real woman like this would give you the time of day
yaaaaaasss honey work dat lunar rick swerve
nspire ur trans sisters by being consistently gorgeous all of the time (◡‿◡✿)
does it get any better than pure trans perfection?
you're a twisted hate mongering bigot!!!!!!!!! how jealous are you of her bravery?
to deny the gender she was assigned with at birth by the state and its ignorance and embrace the truth? something you could never do!
probably the prettiest woman ive ever seen, although women really dont exist because the term woman is bigotry in itself given that gender pronouns are inherently socially construced, thats why she wanted to become a woman, because gender doesnt exist.
its so nice to come here and pull the rug of toxic masculinity out of this place with scientific logic and reasoning, bigots ae always so ignorant and stupid.
another brave soul transitioning from male to female
wow NOW THAT is a beautiful transgendered lady who can not be trans gendered because gender doesnt exist.
yaaaasss so pretty <3 as a trans im so fucking inspired by these beautiful girls, although they cant be girls because girls dont exist because thats just a patriachal construct....
uhhhh the hormones are going to make this beautiful female even more feminine although it is sexist to associate femininity with a certain gender although all trans women want to be more feminine.
yaaaassss full body pic pre transition, she was a man here