J. Lee
French enthusiast, non-binary trans person, artist, writer, lover of animals, space, and the right for every living thing to experience their existence authentically.
Pronouns: they/them (English) iel (French)
In Loving Memory
Every person that we come in contact with will eventually leave us. Some of them will be more important than others, and their losses may hit harder as a result. For others, we may only know in passing, and yet still remain saddened and grief stricken when their time, too, comes to be. For all of us, one day, this will inevitably happen. It is what it is, the way of life.
Home Today
I hold a candle to the flame And hear the wind Whisper my name I'm coming home- I'm coming home today. I've been out and about
Birthday Treats
"Bon anniversaire! Happy birthday!" I heard the call from just outside my bedroom door. The voice, my roommates, was cheerful, and I could just see that wonderfully goofy grin on the other side of the wooden portal, waiting for me to open it. Lumbering out of my cozy bed, I proved myself right. That smile, plastered to the face with cement, probably, was huge and reached the eyes. Happiness and joy oozed out of my roommate, quickly spreading to me.
Safe from the Storm
It was getting late, and I was running. The clouds, although thick with the rain that was sure to start falling any minute, still had a few thin spots where a soft glow of the moon could peek through to light my way. It was still dark, the ground hard to see, but I had just enough light to see the shadows of the trees and bushes encompassing the area around me. This wouldn’t be the case for much longer- but I didn’t care. I was running. No destination in mind other than Away.
A Grand 'Ma
Before I knew what trans was, let alone that I was trans, you could easily say that I was a Grandpa's Girl. But, where I can talk about all the wonderful things my Grand Dad did for me for 19 years, I can say just as many things about my Grand Ma, too. I just... didn't always see it in the moment.
Their Canvas
When I was to be made, I was a blank canvas- It's true. When asking the doctors, They said I would be two- Both blue. But I disagreed,
"This Ain't a Scene, It's a" Way of Life
According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, angst is defined as "a feeling of anxiety, apprehension, or insecurity." As a result, the definition of teen angst would be the same, just... applied to teenagers. So what about this exactly makes teen angst so cringy or invalidating? Looking back on my teen years, I can say with absolute certainty that I had a lot of angst- and it was almost always justifiable. Hell, even now, In my mid-twenties, I still have angst. Anxiety, apprehension, and insecurity can happen to anyone, at any time. This includes teenagers, too.
Coloring Outside the Lines
First, I was pink- The softness of a petal; The glow of a sunrise; The calm of a sunset; The sweetness of cotton candy;
