Iโm Lexie (he/him). I write queer, emotional poetry about the people I almost loved, the ones I still do, and the moments I havenโt lived yet but already feel. Based in Belgium. Still remembering. Still writing.
Iโm Lexie (he/him). I write emotional queer poetry about the people I almost loved, the ones I still do, and the moments I havenโt lived yet but already feel.
For those of us who are gifted. Healing the wound of losing ourselves to fit in, always turning towards belonging to ourselves. Posts, tools and practices. My story, and my son Sam's story.
Welcome! Welcome, my little degenerate souls! Please leave your shoes, worries, and burdens outside and take heed: Distil your empathy, grab my hand, come on in. The water's fine
Iโm Megan, a mother of six and woman learning to live unbound. I write from the bridge of presence as I connect life to meaning. These are true stories of trauma, identity, sex, divorce, and the radical art of coming home to yourself.
a place for my brain-dumps, streams of consciousness, and other nonsense