writer girl in perpetual orbit

 

guess i have to (re)start somewhere. the Earth rotates as it orbits round the sum. what was it's starting position? it doesn't actually progress, it just goes round and round. so do i. and at an arbitrary point i say 'i will start as if from here'.

again.

i orbit my transness. sometimes it seems bright, sometimes dark, sometimes out of sight, sometimes blazing right into my eye. and no day is ever the same as any previous one. 

as i orbit i can write. i can write 'Debbie was here'.

 that is what i am doing. writer girl. two essential parts of me, to be expressed. its performative - i become Deborah, writing girl, by writing here. xx