thunderstorm crackle dream @hungrychangeling@computerfairi.es

about to go set up & host a sexual/sensual space in the woods for a week, & feeling all anxious

the new ferret we have when he wants to bite you while just kinda open his mouth and flop his body around while not really successfully grabbing you
like a weird little vampire

dropped my debit card down an elevator shaft while getting out the elevator while rushing to get back from my break
so

let's check in! #introductions

my name is syr, my pronouns are they/them & fae/faer, 26 year old #neurodivergent queer trans nb babe. a scrap of fabric caught in brambles during a thunderstorm.
my work is being a #archivist , librarian & memory keeper.
my practice involves lots of play! mess making! collage! feelings! wildness! sounds! textiles!
my relationships are #polyamorous non-hierarchical, committed, fun.
my space is for being silly, having typos, leaving memos and poetry for my self.

decided to read my card from all the folx who i was this artist intensive with &

feel so witnessed, lots of descriptions of me being glamorous, honest, a fairy, real.

thinking lots about trust & intimacy & relation & coming together & apart

i asked for touch and so many gave me touch the first time i have said that need and felt it met

at this gathering, i said i didn't feel like i needed to be more charismatic more something else more some imagined me, and that usually when i go somewhere with cool people i feel that way, but this time i didn't
maybe because of being all indigenous folk, poc folk, because of all being weirdos, hermits, artists who knows
and my friend said when he saw me on the land he just was glad it was syr and i was there <3, didn't wish i was a different me or someone else

tits out 4 the forest

spent time describing what i practice how i practice this week & am so enamoured of the word practice to describe the ways we be

my practice is play, mess, memory

to witness & to hold

the way finding the cedar grove full of music and friends, under a single visible thru the canopy feels just as enthralling & just as surrounded by berries as seeking the pride weekend warehouse party by the traintracks in the city

back in the city inside the nest i've made for myself

heart still singing with the land i was on the ways i was seen

always falling for a cutie’s invitation to be bad

I offer myself futures

I offer myself relief from the ache and pressure of wanting to make a life with everyone I love / loving easily

@mara anyway, i hope respond was ok! this is something i think about lots, i love bees

@mara as a vegan human this is basically my practice --> only if i know the bees/have meet them, particularly excited about old school style + innovative new hives that involve less bee crushing (: situated within a framework that wants to center indigenous bees/bees that don't make honey for us