#boihood

[boid0ll]

but listen when this muscles fill up, what’s left is to be pushing every sketchy cis-man i see on the streets with it. will i ever retire from causing trouble to cistems that trouble me?! >>> maybe if i marry enough wives 🫂<<<    more interesting gist: was at a trans*masc panel yesterday, and the conversations were a lot more healthier that i expected. personally i never wanted to be visible in any prescribed idea of masculinity until most recently when my people were like we need you in that capacity & then tricked me into getting comfortable inside it by showing me how my visibility can be disruptive—knowing i’d fall for any opportunity to cause trouble, so yeah they said, your visibility will be disruptive (in a good way only for people who get it). much like when they convinced me to be open/vocal about gender & lack of when i saw how visibility was more than me, & as a service. 🤱🏾    i moved from boihood to manhood in a matter of hours while still having the liberty to be a boi at any given time.  if anyone asked me now what masculinity in the way that i occupy it means to me… it’s a journey of healing! not just for myself but for my kids & future fam that i am so excited to father & protect 🤍💌    i’m equally if not more excited for who i’ll be for myself, outside of being a husband & father 🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️🤸🏾‍♀️

[queerliblib]

do you have books about trans men of color? Written by trans men? Asking cause I can never find books with trans people in them, let alone written by them, and it's especially hard to find books about & by trans men, especially trans moc. (Also, I've never once seen a book about a straight trans man, which idk I always feel nervous asking about cause "erm straight ppl can't be queer" or whatever but I want to see some trans het and T4T books)

Anyways, sorry for the bother but I need some new books to read and I've decided to be self indulgent this time around

oh please don’t apologize, you should absolutely be self-indulgent! these (as far as our research shows) all have trans moc main characters and are primarily by trans moc (with a few non-binary authors of color)

Freedom House by KB Brookins (poetry)

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas (YA)

Black on Both Sides: A racial history of trans identity by C. Riley Snorton (non-fiction)

We See Each Other by Tre’vell Anderson

Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender (YA)

The Passing Playbook by Issac Fitzsimons (YA)

& here are a few more titles from our wishlists that we hope to buy in the future, just to give you a few more ideas

Pretty by KB Brookins (memoir)

Outside the XY by Bklyn Boihood (anthology)

Boys Run the Riot by Keito Gaku (manga)

The Thirty Names of Night by Zeyn Joukhadar (adult fic)

as for trans het or t4t, caveat that the authors & characters here aren’t necessarily POC but I wanted to still give you a few options!

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall (trans femme)

Chef’s Choice by TJ Alexander (t4t)

A Shot in the Dark by Victoria Lee (trans masc)

Stay Gold by Tolby McSmith (trans masc)

[mt-nynj-queer]

Brooklyn Boihood

[kunthug]

Boihood

All I ever wanted to be was a song—  something soft and light held in the mouth  sung sweet beneath the coming dawn.  I return to that first desire—its gingham blouse 

rubbed against the heavy pull of flesh hovered  in a dark that I can only recall as that dark. I ask what grace awaits that tender tendril’s suffered  stretch of green wide enough to tear a stark 

light out from under a troubled sky? I return to the center of that smallness and sing its wounds— jagged rasp crooned until edged out and earned. I was the only boi I knew dreaming in soft bruise. 

And it made me as beautiful as the blood’s slow sprawl at my knee, right before punching a bullying boy to crawl.

about the poem—

“The sonnet here is an ode to the ‘in-betweenness’ of my childhood concerning gender and the body. It is also an origin song of the kinds of love/lovelessness I sustained as a child, due to gendered expectations placed on my emerging self. The spelling of ‘boy’ here represents both the Black masculine and the center/genderqueer iteration of the word, spelled ‘boi,’ as a means of honoring the many bois like myself forced to learn to love themselves at and beyond the margins.” —Jari Bradley.

[olodara]

08/10, AN ENJOYABLE TIME TODAY

i.

update

the papier-mâché mix i made and placed yesterday is still drying. i will need a kiln/oven to dry things in my studio. the acrylic is getting deeper as it dries. waiting on final results.

ii.

layering

the photos + text are hitting harder than trying to paint digitally, but not harder than trying to set scene. finding ways around setting scene with fragments in painting. it needs to set scene and tell a story. and while we are waiting to get there, photo transfer experiments and cris-crossing how things can get imprinted might be the way to go.

iii.

spiriting

i'm besides some spirits and some spirits are beside me. it's too cute, my life as it has been happening now. i am enjoying process and patience. i swear i am learning delightful beauties about myself and how to be as i sit to create. i am thankful to not have so big a pressure that removes me from doing what i am doing now. today, i whispered in my chest: i am a full-time artist.

the other part \divinity\ of this experience and feeling is healing through the boihood i am choosing to live. not only am i being carried in the spirit of masculinity at its purest, i am also becoming. sometimes healing is becoming. or becoming is healing. it feels really good to become. it feels good to create as transsexuality creates.

and on transsexuality

i wanna dive and dive. like, create like transsexuality is. this riotous, audacious and glorious power of creation. primal and basic. i am at the base like sex and as i thought more about this i am getting more comfortable with openly using ó/he pronouns, till when i drop the he for just ó. till then revelling in transsexual audacity!

iv

hacking, which makes the marriage true and more true.

as i was tattooing text with acrylic, i felt this strong sense of my best friend being near, right inside of me even. i love you. i thought about my next memoir being titled mostly unimpressed as it describes a constant state i've been in for most of my life. not much makes my heart flame but i would argue it is how we know ourselves. and so, i love you orí odara, odara and every other flame.

the real gist of this section is about hacking but first a dream: this person coming to tell me odara favours good penmanship. fast forward today, and i'm tattooing letters remembering that. puzzle pieces join another puzzle piece in the small stretch of a moment.

odara will help me override and overtake. its grace i claim, it is a grace i call a birthright, without even reasons and anxieties of "late blooming" given. it is inside the process we learn to hack.

(visualizing in the absence of photo transfer tools.)

[mae-we-post-poems]

Boihood

Jari Bradley

All I ever wanted to be was a song—

something soft and light held in the mouth

sung sweet beneath the coming dawn.

I return to that first desire—its gingham blouse

rubbed against the heavy pull of flesh hovered

in a dark that I can only recall as that dark.

I ask what grace awaits that tender tendril’s suffered

stretch of green wide enough to tear a stark

light out from under a troubled sky? I return

to the center of that smallness and sing its wounds—

jagged rasp crooned until edged out and earned.

I was the only boi I knew dreaming in soft bruise.

And it made me as beautiful as the blood’s slow sprawl

at my knee, right before punching a bullying boy to crawl.

[theburningflash]

From Boihood by Jari Bradley

[ukdamo]

Boihood

Jari Bradley - a bittersweet childhood remembrance from the genderqueer poet.

All I ever wanted to be was a song— something soft and light held in the mouth sung sweet beneath the coming dawn. I return to that first desire—its gingham blouse

rubbed against the heavy pull of flesh hovered in a dark that I can only recall as that dark. I ask what grace awaits that tender tendril’s suffered stretch of green wide enough to tear a stark

light out from under a troubled sky? I return to the centre of that smallness and sing its wounds— jagged rasp crooned until edged out and earned. I was the only boi I knew dreaming in soft bruise.

And it made me as beautiful as the blood’s slow sprawl at my knee, right before punching a bullying boy to crawl.

[dyke-a-saur]

Woods Adventures Of A Young Butch (Pt. 2)

Went out again yesterday! This time I decided to check out the thickets across from my house. It was really pretty and it had less thorns:

Then I decided to revisit the statue I found yesterday and leave some gifts for her:

There was also a pretty brook that I forgot to mention in my last one:

Anyway, here's how I looked today:

(Also, I recommend listening to Gaelic folk music while on these kinds of hikes. It hits different)

[fearlesslyinbloom]

Our blackness is divine. 🌻Acknowledge the power that has always been yours.

Poetry from Black and Blue

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[lesbiansovereverything]

[hodariblue]

“he’s got to learn to swim”

[keepitandro]

I am worth it.

[everything-but-my-bones]

Paying to have my laundry sent out is the best decision I've ever made ( besides hiring a cleaning person). $25 and 4 hours later it's washed, dried, fluffed, and folded for me.

May 2018 continue to bless me with enough disposable income that I never have to do anything domestic for myself again.

A boi is tired after an 80 hour work week.

[bklynboihood]

JOY: A Day Party in Brooklyn

5.28.17 

A collaboration between DJ Rimarkable & bklyn boihood. 

photo cred: Omega Sirius Moon

[littlealienproducts]

Outside the XY: Queer, Black and Brown Masculinity by Bklyn Boihood

Outside the XY: Queer, Black and Brown Masculinity is an anthology of more than 50 stories, memories, poems, ideas, essays and letters--all examining what it looks like, feels like, and is like to inhabit masculinity outside of cisgendered manhood as people of color in the world.