Sex?!? Look, Mom & Dad!

Sex?!? Look, Mom & Dad!

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It’s time…

…to keep talking about sex. My sex, your sex, it’s time to talk about it. Expression is what I need to release these stories I have telling myself about my sex:

I’m fe/MALE.

I’m fe/male.

I’m she-male!

Born a female, I’ve decided to remain a woman for life. Those parts came with this soul, these bones, this skin, that hair and my face. Some days, I feel more like a man and that’s beautiful too. But, I was identified as “female” on my birth certificate and I still am a purple “Stephanie Bird!” to my parents when they get mad (which is definitely possible when using a funny picture of a dildo, I am “WORSE for words”).

Mom? Dad? I have no parents, but when I do, I sure hope those two love Birds love me enough to love me after this publication I called Birdanity. Win or lose with my parents, I was a parent too and it’s not easy to be a parent.

In any case, that’s the story today. I love human(s), and I have sex(es). Simple as that, and this morning needs to be a simple story for a simple gender fluid hu/man.

~Rev’d Bird

 

 

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Steph_Bird_MOVES? 2_Birdanity.com!

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I know you may not know me yet,

but after this entry You will. I am not a servant, I am a God of servants and that’s me, in a nut shell. Birdanity was never about “me”. It was about “you” and reflecting my experiences with You. It was creatively writing to release these internal traumas that feel so fierce, they must flow through me. You are all God’s to me and I am just a writer to this plural number of gods and goddesses.

Gods and goddesses?

I told you that I owned “Birdanity” before we started this little adventure, but you really own it. I told you that it was copywrite in every possible way, and you laughed at me inside. I am a Spirit here, I am a Creator here, and I am a mess too (with you).

Birdanity? On the outside you may have smiled and even nodded your head in agreement, but inside you laughed and never looked me up because I never mentioned that I had millions of lovely followers just like me, millions of hits, millions of views and billions of life forms that are available to laugh with me too. I never mentioned all that because I didn’t need to, you already knew with your own audience of __#___?

Birdanity? I owned “me”, and my personal time. I own Birdanity in my personal time, which is for free and always will be. Free time is me time. Free time is also “we” time. It’s free for you to visit this site, it’s free for you to see me, and I intend to keep it that way for quite a while.

A coach by trade, I am a coach in every possible way. I may not be Triathlete-certified, but I am a coach too in this medicine of word. I am a consultant, I am a friend, and I am a love. People even ask me to coach them in my “we” time, and they do it all the time. Lawyers, judges, owners, lovers, friends, they all want something, don’t they? Human Resources…

They want knowledge. They want friendship, and they don’t want to have to pull out their wallet to get a peace of friendly advice they may or may not take.

Fiduciary advice? Don’t ask if that’s what you want. Not from a friend, no. That’s pretty much how we all roll these days, as most lawyers do together as friends in this criminally UNJUST system. But I’m no lawyer and I never ate that bar of academia they were trying to push at me.

Legal counselor?

Not even a little,

no thank you,

“But I have heard from a lawyer friend and he said…”

That’s just it, isn’t it?

How we give friendly legal advice?

Enough is enough.

I know who I am, do you?

And, I am looking for a new:

job.

location.

life.

Outlook.

Vacation.

WAY_OUT!

WEST..I guess..?

“Home is where the heart is,” they say….

~Stephanie Bird

p.s. tonight, I begin a career journey to somewhere old and new. Tonight is the moment that I begin to look at my life differently. Tonight is when I listen to the songs of my Youth, and the moment where I stop looking back to December of years ago when this old job felt fancy and the people I met felt phenomenal. Tonight is the moment that I search, when and where I will find?

You, again…

I am always following You, aren’t I? No matter where I go… I’m always looking for You everywhere I go and God, you look an awful lot like a child of God? to me. Beautiful in every possible way, you are my equal and I miss You and what You felt like to sleep near as a human here on Earth.

I need you,

Who? The voice of truth, it tells me a different story about names. The voice of truth says…

Oh what I would do to have

The kind of faith it takes

To climb out of this boat I’m in

Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone

Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus God is

And SHe’s holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name

And they laugh at me

Reminding me of all the times

I’ve tried before and failed

The waves they keep on telling me

Time and time again. “Boy, you’ll never win!”

“You’ll never win!”

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story

The Voice of Truth says, “Do not be afraid!”

And the Voice of Truth says, “This is for My glory”

~Casting Crowns – Voice Of Truth Lyrics

p.s.S. this is for all the glory…

this is it

the apocolypse?

Welcome to the new “free” age of Birdanity, where……

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This poetry, this Art..is Me…

It’s home, it’s Encinitas where Self-realization did happen. Love or no, this is the real Me when someone else wanted to take a picture of  a moment when I was.. me. This is what sits across from you, unafraid of anything “you” have to say, write, think or feel. Unafraid. Period. Comma, *gulp*

It’s gender fluid me, it’s non-criminal me, it’s Jesus me, it’s just “me”, which has nothing to do with my sexual preference, by the way. And everything to do with believing that I am write, wrong, weird, crazy and X, Y, and #Me too. C’mon now, let’s stop torturing each other with these X and Y games?

I found X..

I identified with Y.

There theY are with me,.. with we!..

With Us, I suppose, if we you want to combine

These seXes of genders that make no sense to anyOne

Including me sometimes. All I ask is that “we” keep talking

to One another. that we keep talking and expressing and letting

it out. it’s ok to be mad, I can get with mad. Yell if you need to, wreck

the car. let it all out with me in Space even, let’s yell together about how

crazy and mentally insane this all really is, doesn’t it seem? does this seem healthy?

 

When I wrote this, “I do” seem sane (to me).

Sweet home, Encinitas…?

 

~Stephanie Bird_Test:20180417:22:24, Over and out

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