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They always come for the wild ones
They always come for the freaks
I don't fit quite like they like it and now they've come for me
They always wanna change me
They wanna make me weak
I don't keep quiet like they like it and now they've come for me
An easy target, an easy mark
But how you think I got this far?
I'll turn to face you
Then I'll erase you
Before I do
I'll take this moment like I own it
Ain't seen the last of me
'Cause I will be the last one standing
Walk through the fire, it takes me higher
Ain't seen the last of me
'Cause I will be the last one standing
I won’t let you kill me
Not like you could
They say you only die one time and Imma make mine good
You think you got me cornered
But here's what you don’t know
You didn’t get the best of me
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Be you.
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Guest model: Anonymous
Originally featured on the April 2021 cover of Attention SL Magazine.
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∎ Created with Midjourney, further edited with Topaz Photo AI
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Surely the refugees are our fellow humans, are we going to be afraid of those who have nothing?
It would be easy to become a victim of our circumstances and continue feeling sad, scared or angry; or instead, we could choose to deal with injustice humanely and break the chains of negative thoughts and energies, and not let ourselves sink into it.
Erin Gruwell, The Freedom Writers Diary
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okay so i'm really not happy with my tone tweaking lately.
this image is inspired by the one tree hill theme tune :)
it was so hard to write this on me! i used a mirror (which probably made my job harder) and my left hand! :S
i am wearing a top btw.
Another teaser.
Best viewed this way:'erics orange' On Black
Taken a few nights ago, I turned the camera on myself as a theraputic tool to guide me through some really rough moments of mania. Well, this is the result. it's not a very pretty picture of me, but then again, it does the job, says what it supposed to say...
More to come...
…or body dysmorphic disorder — a phobic obsession with a real or imaginary body defect.
This is about self-acceptance.
I’m too tired for the normal description… =/
I’m deeply grateful to the entire Flickr community
Not many people know this, but my very first Flickr profile was created back in 2005. This year, I’m celebrating 20 years with Flickr. Later on, I made a mistake and deleted that original profile, and in 2008 I created a new one — which is why my account shows 2008 as the start date, even though my journey really began in 2005.
Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me all these years. Thank you for not forgetting me, for growing together with me, and for witnessing how I continue to evolve in different directions. Over time, I’ve created my YouTube channel, Patreon, and Instagram, and this journey keeps expanding.
There were also moments when some people tried to impersonate me, which was very upsetting — but I’m truly happy that this situation has been resolved.
Looking ahead to next year, I’m searching for someone who could help me with social media management. If anyone would like to support me, have access to my social platforms, help with content, ideas, or publishing — I would be very grateful.
I wish all of you a wonderful 2026, a warm celebration, and beautiful moments with your families.
Please stay with me, follow and support my work. It’s such a joy to see so many new cross-dressers joining the community.
I always read your comments on Flickr — it’s very comfortable for me to give feedback there. And if you write to me on YouTube or Instagram, I always reply.
Kisses and hugs
See you in the New Year ✨
June 7, 2011.
This is my sister
Maybe I'm a dreamer; Maybe I'm misunderstood; Maybe you're not seeing the side of me you should
Maybe I'm too afraid to let go of everything I believe in.
Maybe, I prefer to stray towards the familiar.
Maybe all I need is a little change to make me feel better.
Change scares me. It takes away the constants in my life. It makes me feel like I have nothing and nobody to rely on anymore, like everyone is slowly taking footsteps out of my life with silent precision. As if, I am left alone in an empty room with all the lights turned off in black darkness. Almost akin to one of those heavy nightmares, where I'm an invisible bystander unable to do anything to stop what is going to happen, looking on helplessly as everyone fades into the murky shadows lining the walls, without glancing once in my direction.
But I've never thought about needing change. All I've ever thought about, was fearing it. Skirting around the edges of something familiar becoming strange; struggling to accept people going out, and coming in my life; switching blazing summer skylines for desolate winter roads with faint reluctance. As the cold wintry wind tangles through my rippling hair, I allow the chill to sting my eyes as I consider everything I used to believe in. I used to hide the fact that I loved being alone, because I knew it would mean an automatic stereotype of 'loner', 'loser', 'antisocial' etc. I used to force myself to like the things that everybody else liked, listening to music genres that held no meaning for me whatsoever. I used to be passive and stand on the bylines, letting my conscience sink down to the deepest depths of the smudged ugliness in my heart.
Looking back on that, I feel like I owe myself an apology. For the facades, for the pretenses, for the conforming. Yet now I realize that I've changed all of that. Because trying to submerge the person who I really am is like trying to hide light in a glass jar; it can't be done. Without change I would have never been able to begin to accept the real personality trying to break out in my mind. I do need change. We all do.
“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.” -Cheryl Strayed
I have always owned who I am, even when I was younger and hadn’t quite found myself yet. One of those things I own about myself is being asocial. I feel more myself when I’m alone, or when it’s just Mike and I. My username is more than a handle I use online. It’s a large part of who I am. My very nature is seclusive and I embrace it completely.
Notebook from Denik, bandana from Bandits Bandanas.
I’m looking for a Content Manager Supporter who can help me create videos, visuals, and organize content for my social media — TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, and Patreon.
You’ll also have access to my full photo library, be able to communicate with me directly, help with choosing outfits, themes, lighting, and assist with moderating my Live Sessions.
If you’re creative, organized, and excited to work closely on content creation, I’d love to hear from you.
Please send your portfolio, CV/resume, and a short motivation letter in English.
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One tulip is like the next tulip, but not altogether. More or less like people—a general outline, then the stunning individual strokes. - Mary Oliver
More Mary Oliver Quotes and Sayings
Picture Quotes on Accepting Yourself
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Original photo credit: Manfred Richter
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My fat from the side: Or how I am constantly realizing just how big my big butt is
Kyla took this (entirely candid) picture of me while I was getting ready for a (not at all candid) photoshoot to create publicity materials for the documentary last Saturday. She took a lot of behind-the-scenes shots that day, but this one is probably my favorite.
When I'm getting ready for the day, doing my hair and makeup while leaning precariously over my powder-and-blush-stained counter-tops, the last thing I'm thinking about is my butt. I am very rarely thinking about my body at all, so much as I am thinking about an animated, two-dimensional portrait of myself that begins at the top of my head and ends at my bust. This version of me is still fat, but not nearly as fat as the person I see when I look at this picture that Kyla took. The thing is, I very rarely "feel" as fat as I look. I think this is a pretty normal occurrence for fat folks... I've spent so many years in my head, shying away from full physical embodiment, that I sometimes forget that my body is more than a face and some boobs--especially when I'm just going through my morning hair and makeup routine.
When I finish, I take a few looks in one or both of my two full-length mirrors. I do some twirling, check out my backside, and even do some side-viewing. But it's not the same as looking at this picture--this static representation of a side of me that I rarely see, and one that I am only recently comfortable with.
But something awesome happened when Kyla showed me this picture: I was in awe. Not because I was surprised to see what I saw--I DO know how big my butt is, and how far my stomach and breasts stick out, regardless of how often I might "forget" it. I was in awe because when I saw myself I experienced this deep sense of pride, this voice inside me that was like "fuck YEAH that is you! That is your body. That is your home." And it felt so good. I'm still beaming, just looking at this picture now, and feeling that wonderful feeling when you realize that your body is YOU and you are your body and everything is just... good. This is me; I'm a good body.
You can learn more about Fat Activist, Margitte Leah Kristjansson, at Riots Not Diets.
How my dolls taught me to embrace myself, and not to compare myself to others.
The past few inspiration/experience posts I've made have been in video form, but no worries! I will be doing more posts like this exclusively for Flickr in the future, it just takes me much longer to write down everything I want to say and set up a photo for it :)
Video:
there is nothing wrong with you! art journal entry july 2010 - watch the making of this journal entry here; www.youtube.com/watch?v=8av-qWqDNS0
I had a plan for this week's BAM. I realized that I do not do full body BAM's. I began to think about why and quickly figured out it is because I am very critical of my body. I decided to address that criticism with this BAM. I wanted to find a fun, colorful wall and take a full length photo in front of it. Alas, a huge storm rolled in and put the kibosh on that idea. However, I am embracing my body (all of it and there is a lot to embrace~ha!) and all its curves and dimples a little bit more this week. After all, transformation cannot happen without acceptance, right?
37/52 Weeks of BAM
(this photo was taken through a window, hence the filter look~I did not want my camera to be out in the pouring rain!)
Think: Global Love Day
Feel: Love Begins With Me
Remember: May 1, 2010
Love yourself; if you don't think you're worthy, how do you expect anyone else to?
If you don't like what you see, change it; otherwise, quit yer bitchin' and accept who you are.
Molly, day 85.
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When I was pregnant, I would spontaneously burst into giggles and announce "There's a little person in my tummy!" Despite billions of female creatures having been pregnant before I was, and really, it doesn't require brains to get pregnant -- it still blew my mind.
Now, I spontaneously burst into giggles and tell Perla, "You used to live in my tummy!" She smiles and nods, as if to say, "Well, of course."
(In contrast, the other day when I told her that birds eat bugs, she was appalled. She said "Eww!" and shook her head no.)
Why are we ashamed of not wearing clothes? Why are we never happy with our own bodies? Why give a f..ck about what others may think? Today I decided I don't want to care about that, I want to lose my inhibitions along with my clothes, I want to be me and be proud. Today I bare it, and I feel proud, with this I scream to you, This is me!
An old song of life
Aches for integration into the moment
Filled with apologies and self-deprecation
It sits on my shoulder mouthing histories
Flat variations of dimensionless memory
Aching for pity and attention
To guilt the mind into submission
Peacefulness listens with heightened attention
Nothing resonates
Nothing feels apologetic
Nothing feels depleted
Nothing feels deprived
The old song now feverish
In its own agenda
Writhes with agitation
Races thoughtlessly ahead
Carelessly bumping nervously
Stumbling over every sound
While
Still
Motionless
In the midst of the storm
Peacefulness observes
From within her place of Silence
A Silence so thick and beautiful
So unconditionally accepting
This old song cannot help but leap
With absolute abandon
Into Silence
Surrender
Total liberation
Complete annihilation
© Ganga Fondan, 2011
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
and whispered in the sounds of silence" - Simon and Garfunkel
"Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent. ~Rumi
there is nothing wrong with you! art journal entry july 2010 - watch the making of this journal entry here; www.youtube.com/watch?v=8av-qWqDNS0
Some days I look in the mirror and hardly recognize the person staring back at me... is that another new wrinkle? another gray hair? Why do I always focus on the things that bother me? Instead, I am trying to be more gentle with myself... trying to look at the things I like and accept the things I don't... because this is me.
Today I am grateful for being able to look in the mirror and tell myself... [Y O U] a r e beautiful.
For my 30 days of gratitude project.
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Hee! After the V-Day chocolate frenzy, I need to check myself into rehab :)
For threesixtyfive and FGR theme, "So you wanna be a star?"
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