I am a pencil that cannot sharpen, / Ink that slides off paper, /
Outside of our time, I am lost, / A one ended boomerang.
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I'm moirra, I'm 22 & I'm a rat of a fag
✡︎ TME transsexual; xe/xer or they/them;
✡︎ Bisexual boygirl girlboy dykefag. Hope that helps
✡︎ Not a fan of queer, call me literally any other slur
✡︎ Blak, Romani Jew
✡︎ Decolonial communist
✡︎ Resident anthropologist-hater
✡︎ If you're a whitefella in so-called Australia, you should be paying the rent
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INTERESTS
Ecology & environmentalist
Invertebrates
Maritime history
Disease & epidemiology
Poetry & other assorted literature
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His lips are nectar, his face a garden. His teeth are pearls and his mouth drips / with honey. As we watch each other, my eyes delight in the garden of his cheeks. But my soul is scorched and scoured. In the flames of his desire: my eyes are in Eden / but my heart is in hell...
(Yehudah al-Harizi)
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Credits
"A one ended boomerang", SAMUEL WAGAN WATSON, Poetry Magazine (May 2016)"Abstraction (Aborigine)", GORDON BENNETT, 2012, acrylic on linenThe pomegranate is from pinterest, eye is from pngwingFlags by Gwen @bifey on tumblr"Going back to move forward", PETER WAPLES-CROWE, 2020, mixed media on canvas