(trans)(Crip)(T)
storytelling with spice
(trans)(crip)(t) breaks the fictional fourth wall of an enby4enby/t4t lesbian relationship as the speaker, who is sick and crip, starts taking testosterone.
The story will center two freaks who ran off to the circus (metaphorically now, but who knows!) for love and relationships more broadly as a space for playing with gender, sexuality, and sensuality.
I specifically chose to play with a story in which one love interest, who is sick, crip, and beginning testosterone, had been masking and the other had not - like in play | ground, for which (trans)(crip)(t) is a workshop - to indulge in a diligent hope that weaving this story can simultaneously weave different fates - that we can speculate and make space for new conditions of possibility to play into.
(Trans)(Crip)(T) will also play with masking as sacred sex - and all the comedy/tragedy that accompanies coming face-to-face with the reality that masks are an unavoidable part of life. It is the narratives around them that matter - and we’re writing new ones.
a sneak peek:
ball gag meditation
I’m still figuring out where to put all of my spicy content, but until I do, here’s a sneak peek of what’s to…come.
Narrating subspace feels like a fairy tale. I made this audio this summer - it seems like the universe always shows me things a little bit ahead of time to give me time to get comfy… I hope this is just as meditative for you to enjoy as it was for me to improv 🥰
Transcription is a priority and will be forthcoming as capacity and support allows.
Since this content is first and foremost for nonbinary/trans, sick, disabled, anti-covid denialist people and communities, we might actually know each other.
a note
I want you to know that I desire and would be honored to engage in this energy exchange with you within the boundaries of these audios.
This is the work of building new worlds.
I know we spend so much time breaking down and feeling broken that if I can contribute in any way to holding space for your energy without demanding the sharpness of your edges be softened, I would be forever grateful and satisfied.