Ourladyofpoetics
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Natasha Jay 🇪🇺
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A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
Natasha Jay 🇪🇺
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A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
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Natasha Jay 🇪🇺
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A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
A letter from the newly elected president of Ireland, Catherine Connolly to mark Transgender Day of Remembrance. While the greeting and the signoff are an Irish, the English text reads “I would like to extend my warmest wishes to all in the transgender community, your families and friends, as you gather this evening for this year's Transgender Day of Remembrance. Today we pause to honour those whose lives have been cut short by horrific acts of violence or hatred. Their memory calls on each of us to challenge prejudice wherever it arises and to build a society rooted in respect and understanding. This year's gathering carries particular significance too as we mark the tenth anniversary of Ireland's Gender Recognition Act. That milestone stands as a testament to the courage and perseverance of transgender people and their allies who worked tirelessly for recognition, equality, and the simple affirmation of identity. Yet it also reminds us that the work of safeguarding dignity and ensuring genuine inclusion remains ongoing.”
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Oh Joy Sex Toy
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Back in reality, our narrator returns to consciousness in the same crouched position as the shadow. Her thing braid loops over her shoulder and she is surprised to find herself weeping. Narration: I woke up in my boyfriend's closet. The irony was not lost on me." "She was ME all along, Grey." The narrator- Molly- explains tentatively to her boyfriend as they sit on his bed. "Repressed, ashamed & angry as all Hell. How do I be myself after all this time?" "You can DO this love." The boyfriend reassures her with a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, admitting who you really are is a big step. The rest is done a little at a time..." In another scene, Molly's boyfriend gives her the thumbs up as she models a dress. "...with a lot of help." Finishes Grey's sentence from the previous scene. Dressed fully in femme clothing, Molly poses with a gaggle of friends. "You are not alone." Concludes Grey's narration.
Back in reality, our narrator returns to consciousness in the same crouched position as the shadow. Her thing braid loops over her shoulder and she is surprised to find herself weeping. Narration: I woke up in my boyfriend's closet. The irony was not lost on me." "She was ME all along, Grey." The narrator- Molly- explains tentatively to her boyfriend as they sit on his bed. "Repressed, ashamed & angry as all Hell. How do I be myself after all this time?" "You can DO this love." The boyfriend reassures her with a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, admitting who you really are is a big step. The rest is done a little at a time..." In another scene, Molly's boyfriend gives her the thumbs up as she models a dress. "...with a lot of help." Finishes Grey's sentence from the previous scene. Dressed fully in femme clothing, Molly poses with a gaggle of friends. "You are not alone." Concludes Grey's narration.
Back in reality, our narrator returns to consciousness in the same crouched position as the shadow. Her thing braid loops over her shoulder and she is surprised to find herself weeping. Narration: I woke up in my boyfriend's closet. The irony was not lost on me." "She was ME all along, Grey." The narrator- Molly- explains tentatively to her boyfriend as they sit on his bed. "Repressed, ashamed & angry as all Hell. How do I be myself after all this time?" "You can DO this love." The boyfriend reassures her with a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, admitting who you really are is a big step. The rest is done a little at a time..." In another scene, Molly's boyfriend gives her the thumbs up as she models a dress. "...with a lot of help." Finishes Grey's sentence from the previous scene. Dressed fully in femme clothing, Molly poses with a gaggle of friends. "You are not alone." Concludes Grey's narration.
Narration: As an adult I found new ways to explore my mind. A mushroom grows next to the narration. Narration: In my quest for self-knowledge, I encountered my shadow. The mushroom's stalk grows downward, rooting through the hairline and forehead of a giant screaming face. A horizontal eye sits in the center of the forehead, framed by the mushroom's roots. The eyebrows and eye slits on either side of the single eye all squeeze together in agony. A liquid drains from either eye slit, screaming, "I WANT TO BE FREE!" The priest's head is framed by the open screaming mouth as he looks at us with extreme judgement. He wears a small braid down the side of his face, like our narrator has. Halo-ing around the priest's head are the words "I MUST CONTAIN MYSELF" "NO!" Screams the other eye slit from the giant head. The priest's hands extend before him, looming over a small shadow figure who crouches on the ground. From each hand a laser beam fires straight down to the shadow, connecting to handcuffs around their wrists. The shadow person has a powerful magnetic glow surrounding them. "NO MORE HIDING!" Says the shadow person. "LET. ME. OUT." The ground cracks beneath them, as if it were impacted by an asteroid.
Narration: As an adult I found new ways to explore my mind. A mushroom grows next to the narration. Narration: In my quest for self-knowledge, I encountered my shadow. The mushroom's stalk grows downward, rooting through the hairline and forehead of a giant screaming face. A horizontal eye sits in the center of the forehead, framed by the mushroom's roots. The eyebrows and eye slits on either side of the single eye all squeeze together in agony. A liquid drains from either eye slit, screaming, "I WANT TO BE FREE!" The priest's head is framed by the open screaming mouth as he looks at us with extreme judgement. He wears a small braid down the side of his face, like our narrator has. Halo-ing around the priest's head are the words "I MUST CONTAIN MYSELF" "NO!" Screams the other eye slit from the giant head. The priest's hands extend before him, looming over a small shadow figure who crouches on the ground. From each hand a laser beam fires straight down to the shadow, connecting to handcuffs around their wrists. The shadow person has a powerful magnetic glow surrounding them. "NO MORE HIDING!" Says the shadow person. "LET. ME. OUT." The ground cracks beneath them, as if it were impacted by an asteroid.
Narration: As an adult I found new ways to explore my mind. A mushroom grows next to the narration. Narration: In my quest for self-knowledge, I encountered my shadow. The mushroom's stalk grows downward, rooting through the hairline and forehead of a giant screaming face. A horizontal eye sits in the center of the forehead, framed by the mushroom's roots. The eyebrows and eye slits on either side of the single eye all squeeze together in agony. A liquid drains from either eye slit, screaming, "I WANT TO BE FREE!" The priest's head is framed by the open screaming mouth as he looks at us with extreme judgement. He wears a small braid down the side of his face, like our narrator has. Halo-ing around the priest's head are the words "I MUST CONTAIN MYSELF" "NO!" Screams the other eye slit from the giant head. The priest's hands extend before him, looming over a small shadow figure who crouches on the ground. From each hand a laser beam fires straight down to the shadow, connecting to handcuffs around their wrists. The shadow person has a powerful magnetic glow surrounding them. "NO MORE HIDING!" Says the shadow person. "LET. ME. OUT." The ground cracks beneath them, as if it were impacted by an asteroid.
The narrator sits upright in bed, looking haggard. Her room casts strong, menacing shadows across her wall and over her. Narration: My waking life was less idyllic. Now in a great, fantastical forest with giant, twisty trees, our narrator and her friend clamber along an outstretched branch. The environment feels cool and nurturing. Narration: But I found joy in my imagination. And I was never alone. "Hey." She asks as the two traipse across a long, thick branch. "What's your name, anyway?" "Call me Molly." She replies. "Ok, but like, who are you?" Our protagonist presses. "Why are you here?" "What a great question." Answers Molly as the two stop to take in the view. They are the size of specs compared to the enormous double moons that hang low over the tops of distant mountains and the skeletal alien creatures that wade through a lake.
The narrator sits upright in bed, looking haggard. Her room casts strong, menacing shadows across her wall and over her. Narration: My waking life was less idyllic. Now in a great, fantastical forest with giant, twisty trees, our narrator and her friend clamber along an outstretched branch. The environment feels cool and nurturing. Narration: But I found joy in my imagination. And I was never alone. "Hey." She asks as the two traipse across a long, thick branch. "What's your name, anyway?" "Call me Molly." She replies. "Ok, but like, who are you?" Our protagonist presses. "Why are you here?" "What a great question." Answers Molly as the two stop to take in the view. They are the size of specs compared to the enormous double moons that hang low over the tops of distant mountains and the skeletal alien creatures that wade through a lake.
The narrator sits upright in bed, looking haggard. Her room casts strong, menacing shadows across her wall and over her. Narration: My waking life was less idyllic. Now in a great, fantastical forest with giant, twisty trees, our narrator and her friend clamber along an outstretched branch. The environment feels cool and nurturing. Narration: But I found joy in my imagination. And I was never alone. "Hey." She asks as the two traipse across a long, thick branch. "What's your name, anyway?" "Call me Molly." She replies. "Ok, but like, who are you?" Our protagonist presses. "Why are you here?" "What a great question." Answers Molly as the two stop to take in the view. They are the size of specs compared to the enormous double moons that hang low over the tops of distant mountains and the skeletal alien creatures that wade through a lake.
Molly Skyfire's comic is illustrated With a palette of pastel blues and pinks that are contrasted against a dark purple. A young, pre-transition author awakes deep beneath the sea. She is dressed in teenage boy clothing: jeans, t-shirt, and an assortment of rubber band bracelets around one wrist. She has a mop of hair on top that is framed by the shaved sides, and a thin braid that dangers over one shoulder. Her clothes and hair wave in the water like the seaweed behind her, and off in the distance she sees a magical kingdom enclosed in a bubble. "Full transcript: https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire "
Molly Skyfire's comic is illustrated With a palette of pastel blues and pinks that are contrasted against a dark purple. A young, pre-transition author awakes deep beneath the sea. She is dressed in teenage boy clothing: jeans, t-shirt, and an assortment of rubber band bracelets around one wrist. She has a mop of hair on top that is framed by the shaved sides, and a thin braid that dangers over one shoulder. Her clothes and hair wave in the water like the seaweed behind her, and off in the distance she sees a magical kingdom enclosed in a bubble. "Full transcript: https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire "
Molly Skyfire's comic is illustrated With a palette of pastel blues and pinks that are contrasted against a dark purple. A young, pre-transition author awakes deep beneath the sea. She is dressed in teenage boy clothing: jeans, t-shirt, and an assortment of rubber band bracelets around one wrist. She has a mop of hair on top that is framed by the shaved sides, and a thin braid that dangers over one shoulder. Her clothes and hair wave in the water like the seaweed behind her, and off in the distance she sees a magical kingdom enclosed in a bubble. "Full transcript: https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire "
Oh Joy Sex Toy
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Narration: Of course I'm not alone. Pre-transition Molly and Dream Molly reach desperately towards each other, not quite able to reach the other's fingertips. Narration: I never was. Molly and Molly's hands at last grasp each other, releasing an electric energy. "I am Molly Rey Skyfire." Says a woman standing confidently before us. Her shoulder-length hair is collected into a lose pony tail that loops over her shoulder, as her smaller pre-transition braid once did. She wears a choker and a long necklace with a single round moon/eye-like piece dangling in the center. Over her flow-y, pleated skirt she wears a form-fitting long top with loose, bell-shaped sleeves. The neckline of the shirt ties in the center with cords, leaving an intentional peek-a-boo gap over her chest but too high up and small to reveal any cleavage. "And I am a dream come true." Molly declares. Transcribed by Erika Moen, October 7, 2024 for https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire/
Narration: Of course I'm not alone. Pre-transition Molly and Dream Molly reach desperately towards each other, not quite able to reach the other's fingertips. Narration: I never was. Molly and Molly's hands at last grasp each other, releasing an electric energy. "I am Molly Rey Skyfire." Says a woman standing confidently before us. Her shoulder-length hair is collected into a lose pony tail that loops over her shoulder, as her smaller pre-transition braid once did. She wears a choker and a long necklace with a single round moon/eye-like piece dangling in the center. Over her flow-y, pleated skirt she wears a form-fitting long top with loose, bell-shaped sleeves. The neckline of the shirt ties in the center with cords, leaving an intentional peek-a-boo gap over her chest but too high up and small to reveal any cleavage. "And I am a dream come true." Molly declares. Transcribed by Erika Moen, October 7, 2024 for https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire/
Narration: Of course I'm not alone. Pre-transition Molly and Dream Molly reach desperately towards each other, not quite able to reach the other's fingertips. Narration: I never was. Molly and Molly's hands at last grasp each other, releasing an electric energy. "I am Molly Rey Skyfire." Says a woman standing confidently before us. Her shoulder-length hair is collected into a lose pony tail that loops over her shoulder, as her smaller pre-transition braid once did. She wears a choker and a long necklace with a single round moon/eye-like piece dangling in the center. Over her flow-y, pleated skirt she wears a form-fitting long top with loose, bell-shaped sleeves. The neckline of the shirt ties in the center with cords, leaving an intentional peek-a-boo gap over her chest but too high up and small to reveal any cleavage. "And I am a dream come true." Molly declares. Transcribed by Erika Moen, October 7, 2024 for https://www.ohjoysextoy.com/becoming-molly-skyfire/
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