We Don’t Speak of Injustice for Our Words To Be Understood

“To know a thing isn’t knowing.” This phrase has been tumbling around in my head lately, and led me to write the poem which follows. I’ve been meditating on coming together these days. Not divisiveness, not tearing apart, not othering. Unlike what the popular image may look like, coming together is not a table covered with peace and flowers and happiness. Coming together is not a superficial lie like our History textbook’s illustration of Thanksgiving. It isn’t always pleasant. Coming together is certainly not self-congratulatory or smug that we’ve pulled through and “won the war”. Coming together is not burying the past, but it is daring to really look at it and learn. Coming together is a room in which we must still check ourselves, take responsibility, apologize, invest, grow, and change. Coming together requires curiosity — a courage that few in our current age pledge allegiance to. Curiosity has the power to undo our reactionary ruts. Curiosity doesn’t ask the other to be inherently different. Curiosity’s objective is searching for the individual at this moment in time. Without curiosity I would be much more wounded than I am. Without curiosity my rigidness would win.

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We Don’t Speak of Injustice For Our Words To Be Understood
by Creature/Karin Webb

There is a secret behind the eyes of those who have suffered
Quiet heals into the wounds of survival sometimes
A nod to the interconnectedness of all things
That I have lost, you may gain

Isn’t that the sum total
Of humanity in action
Fortitude from pain
A common willful ignorance from our conquerors, those gifted ones at ease

I catch her distant gaze
Sadness tucked about the eyes
And recognize my own stories
It’s unsettling
I cannot truly know what she keeps locked up inside
Except vaguely, by way of proximity
Familiarity
Reconjuring my own pain

So I listen, in our quiet
For connection
A silent understanding
Teaching me something of her
That might just build a bridge
Which can last

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Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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There’s Magic in the Middle

Make-up and chin hairs: as I grow into my masculinity I am enjoying more and more my femme reality.

Kinky Transboy seeks Slow and Hot (Providence)

body: fit
eye color: blue
facial hair: hopefully one day
height: 5’3″ (160cm)

age: 39

I am genderfluid/nonbinary trans (ftm). Attractive, fit, curvy, strong, smart, and caring. I love my pre-op body and don’t think that will change. I’m on Testosterone and so becoming more androgynous slowly. I still look (pass) very female but have a larger clit, and more body hair. It delights me. I identify as a femmeboy and dress dandy most days, though I also love lacy lingerie.

I want cuddles, I want kink/BDSM, I want fun and fantasy, I want sexiness and creative play. I don’t want to be pushed beyond my sexual boundaries too quickly, I want someone willing to start out slow and sensually. Seduce me. I also want a kinky pervert, someone I can experiment, role play, and adventure with when we trust each other eventually. (I’ll throw out that a Sugar wouldn’t be unwelcome…).

I don’t want to keep coming out as trans every time I meet someone new. I’m not going to look the same in 6 months as I do now. Hopefully I can find people who are excited about that and want to watch me change… So here I am. Talk to me.

Put “Femmeboy” in the subject line and send me a pic. Tell me what you want and what you think…

  • do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers

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It’s slippery here in the middle, and I’ve made a life if it. Bi/omni/pan (re: Sexual), FemmeBoy, Artist and Producer, Feminist Testosterone taker, Drag King and Burlesquer, Actor cum Writer cum Director. In all things a shapeshifter… I want what I want and I do not want to pick sides. I want to be the full ocean I am inside, wearing it stylishly for all to admire and see. It’s hard to walk, balancing on the many lines, this way.

Questions are hard to answer truthfully without a paragraph’s worth of time, or the questioner’s understanding of complicated reality. Words shift their meaning between the textures of context. Thinking they have it pinned down finally, friends get frustrated with ambivalent explanations concerning my growth. I am many different shapes throughout my day.

It’s confusing for me too. It’s hard to learn one way of loving my body, and then look in the mirror and discover my hair’s grown too long or there are new physical developments surfacing. However, in between these constantly shifting realities I embrace the many more sides of knowing I can now see. It’s power and it’s magic, to put it simply.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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