#herkind

[obufalo]

MORPHERINE WEEK LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

i'm gonna go with a drabble a day, so it's short but it's from the heart

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day 1: there's only one bed

@morpherine-events

[strangeauthor]

hey fyi this person (herkind) is a terf just fyi

[dragongirlknot]

hey i dunno if you have shinigami eyes but that person herkind is marked as a terf. just thought you might want to know.

oof, Ty, I'm in mobile atm. It's a shame bc in a vacuum that was a good post

[jrcarchived]

heads up, op of this post is a terf! post/709649276488335360/herkind-to-every-girl-and-woman-out-there-trust

The post has been deleted! Thank you for letting me know!! And op has been blocked!

[pinktsun]

hi!!!! sorry to bug you, i just wanted to let you know that the op of the post you just reblogged (about advice to young girls about sex and love), herkind, is a terf!

uhm... x_x

[earraigh]

hey, you reblogged a post where herkind is the OP, i just wanted to let you know they're a terf!

oh rank 🤢 since deleted - thank you so much for taking the time to let me know, I really appreciate it ❤️

[zebruh]

herkind is a terf. the op of that advice for girls post.

deleted thanks for telling me

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

take me as i am

by herkind

"You might not be prepared to see me as I am."

And Stede thinks it's nonsense, he is more than prepared for that, in fact this is his deepest desire. 

After seeing it, he is speechless.

"Told you I was the kraken", Ed's voice is part proud, part shy as Stede can't say a word. • kinktober day 11: tentacles/moster-fucking

Words: 820, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Multifandom Kinktober

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Actual Kraken Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Blackbeard | Edward Teach's Kraken Era, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Stede Bonnet Loves Blackbeard | Edward Teach

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42724179

[obufalo]

@morpherine-events

day 3: slice of life

[literarypiano]

Her Kind, by Anne Sexton

I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: whining, rearranging the disaligned. A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.

[johanssonprojects]

‘The Séance’ In 1810, the Romantic writers, Percy Shelley, Lord Byron, Mary Shelley, and Doctor Polidori vacationed in Switzerland. They stayed up late, conducted seances and wrote books—Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Vampyre by Doctor Polidori. This painting is about their late night adventures in Switzerland. . 25 x 24 ¾  x 2”, acrylic and colored pencil on paper . . ‘Lord Byron’s Menagerie’ Lord Byron was a poet with a lot of pets: eight large dogs, five cats, two monkeys, a fox, a falcon, an eagle and a crow. Two hundred years ago Lord B, and his friends—Percy Shelley, Mary Shelley, Doc Polidori (Byron’s personal doctor) and Claire Clairemont (Mary’s stepsister) rented a mansion in Switzerland. . 52x40x2”, acrylic and colored pencil on paper . ~excerpts from Anna Fidler’s notes . ‘HER KIND’ @JohanssonProjects thru March 16 . #annafidler #cathylu #johanssonprojects #herkind (at Johansson Projects) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvE0PgABpKs/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o85rdjf8etr7

[letitrainathousandflames]

You don't have to answer this or do anything about it, but I thought I'd let you know that the, "Another advice for girls and young women," post you reblogged, herkind, is a terf who posts about prioritizing "biological women" among other terf-related topics. The blog was flagged red under the Shinigami Eyes extension, and I had to go look to confirm for myself.

found the post, deleted it, blocked OP and shoved them out of the hatch into hyperspace. Thank you for letting me know!

[past-the-stars]

that post from herkind is made by a transphobe/terf

Oh gross. Thanks for letting me know! I'll go delete it.

[zeldasayer]

just an FYI that the "advice for girls and young women" post you reblogged is from a TERF, herkind

Thank you

[roseroyalty-moving]

Hey there just did some research on the blog herkind, she posts terf rhetoric :/

Thank you for letting me know! I’m sorry I didn’t check my inbox sooner :(

It’s deleted! Fuck terfs!

[yespoetry]

Melissa Buckheit: Graveyards or Ruins

Free Agency 

 I always wanted to be an airplane when I grew up.

 I mean, I always wanted to fly.

 To be like a star with blue and red lights high in the low-lying atmosphere—

                            a full cylinder of oxygen, 176 tons of jet fuel and double combustion engines

   —is American, isn’t it?

 Yesterday was Independence Day—more fireworks or bombs.

 Three silent planes

         have passed through the sky

visible from my front yard

 in the last twenty minutes. They’re 

   little American flags. Up there

     you can see from coast to coast,

  from one glaring shore to another dark, silent one—

       like seeing Russia from Alaska.

 It’s all in your mind, how you tell it,

                like prison without due process, like prison is “freedom”

     like a prison, walking the streets doing nothing, like prison is “a state of mind”.

 Remember, on an airplane, you’re free.

 It’s not a bad way to die—above or below

     you can see the graveyards or ruins, the metropolis turned down low.

 Once you leave, you really are free—

          each espresso served in a white ceramic airline cup & saucer

is perfect, followed by five courses,

     all at 5,000 feet over the Atlantic. I’ve

                                                      been there and it was wonderful.

 I sighed. I was alive.

                                   When I returned over the Atlantic

I dropped back into America

like a spitball—

                               the kind 5th grade boys shot through school milk-straws

to dry on any surface like glue.

                                                       That weight.

I was layed over, of course

 I’ve been delayed but I am here—

 It isn’t a bad way to die    above or below

     like falling into heaven.

                                                 To be a plane on loop over the ocean

 with nothing to catch you—                               

                                            JFK to Munich, Heathrow to Boston, Tampa to Stanstead

 you can just fall asleep

                    for a moment

into this dream:  America

                                       Don’t wake up.

 It’s beautiful and a lie

 we keep telling ourselves.

 I’m in the cockpit

 I imagine there’s no one behind me, no living bodies

 on this plane.

                                               There’s

just music and the porn and

 it looks good.

Melissa Buckheit is a queer poet, translator, dancer and choreographer, photographer, English Lecturer and professional Bodywork Therapist. She is the author of Noctilucent (Shearsman Books, 2012), and two chapbooks: Dulcet You (dancing girl press, 2016), and Arc (The Drunken Boat, 2007). Her poems, translations, photography, essays, critical interviews and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in Denver Quarterly, Sky Island Journal, EOAGH, The Feminist Wire, HerKind, Molly Bloom, MayDay Magazine, The VOLTA, Sinister Wisdom, The Drunken Boat, Bombay Gin, Spiral Orb, Shearsman Magazine, Waxwing, and The Sonoran Desert: A Literary Field Guide (University of Arizona Press, 2016), among others. Jocelyn Heath, in a review in Lambda Literary, noted of Noctilucent that, “Buckheit pairs earthly longings with writings of celestial delicacy to show us what we can see when we look beyond immediacy. Her collection, like the noctilucent cloud that shares its name, lingers long in the atmosphere.” Buckheit translates the poet Ioulita Iliopoulou from Modern Greek, and is a recepient of two Pushcart Prize nominations. She holds an M.F.A. in Poetry from Naropa University and a B.A. in English & American Literature, Dance/Theatre & French from Brandeis University. She founded and curated the innovative Edge Reading Series in Tucson, AZ from 2008-2016, and has taught at Pima College, University of Arizona and Zuzi Dance Company. She lives in Northeast Connecticut.