the roles of a feminine presenting person feels like an infinite labor of love.

labor for your family and partner. labor towards an occupation that provides income. labor for your community. labor for yourself — your body, your ideas, your personal practice, your soul.

i wish there was more of me, so that i could fulfill each of those roles in a meaningful way.

they always tug at each other. begging for more attention of my heart.

love is infinite but we work with the physical and mental constraints of our body. i feel limited.