The Maenad's Bone Garden

Necrophobia is zero  Water, the arena, the medium,   through which you reach through to the other Wasting away in some hot Atlanta outlier Too weak to stand Can’t leave the house anymore Why did I not reach out to you more? Fear Fear to stand Stupid toxic dumbass fear ‘my love is toxic’ you said and so it seemed Goddammit How many people do I know who died from HIV? Why so cruel memory?   A life so quickly wasted and wasted and then now gone Who else remembers? Who else could see? Goddammit This is fear is what has happened to me I hope however this is not My only source of empathy For you my friend, gone long beyond the sea Boil me in oil your name is lost to me  I’ll bet you run a mean game Of Changeling: the Reckoning This  is the last of the Letters to Dead People this week though _maybe_ there will be more, just not this week.   This week is always a bit rough for me and moreso since The Powers That Be have opted to turn this into Trans ...

No not that kind of naked.   However,  I’m a disenfranchised transgender writer, poet, and artist. I pour my soul into everything I do but I’ve got mountains of legal & health care needs.  It would be super awesome if you would consider looking at or supporting any of my work Games work content goes up Mondays irregularly at the Dreaming Gynoid studio blog   and on Thursdays twice monthly (minimum) on my Patreon You can buy my games stuff in digital from the  Dreaming Gynoid storefront Maenadum  verse and poetics are available here for gratis although even the smallest donations would be greatly appreciated.  Unless you just hate it I guess.  Paypal me Buy me a coffee  You can also support me on my Ko-fi page – I can take short or simple commissions (writing, modeling, light  proofreading,*simple* custom videos) easily there after some negotiation. Right now my plate is pretty full though.  Generally I would rather work ...