Deck#1:Card_One_

Deck#1:Card_One_

Here i gOooo…

Creating things? I.t.s healing to me. It’s white and blackbird of me. It’s artistic, autistic, and BEautifully uniquely “me”. This is Card#One of Birdanity Deck#One titled “Take My Hand 🤚 & RUN 🏃‍♀️ 🏃 ♪( ´θ`)”

Secret? I made it when I was trying to figure out my heart conditioning. It’s when I was healing from the last heart break. It’s ARTfully weird?

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“Take my hand 🤚 and run 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

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She’s a lesbian?

She’s a lesbian?

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People do strange things,

“Stranger danger” things like sending videos of their naked parts to wo/men like myself, with zero solicitation and at random intervals that make no sense. What gets real is when they do it repeatedly, even after a few friendly requests to stop.

Considering Roger was a “friend” from a few years ago, my only hope is that there is safety in friendships and even social media when I post that @rogerd327 or “Roger Davidson” is someone who keeps sending me naked pictures of himself. After making the cease and desist request, he called me a lesbian which literally made me laugh aloud.

I am “peace out!” and in, as they say here in California and I laugh it away too. That’s what we do everyday, isn’t it? Speak our mind, eat our soup and then laugh about it at the end of the day. No one meant anyone harm, or did they?

*sigh* What is even more alarming to me about Roger is that he now believes I am “the one who got away”, yet “my diary” is out here for the world to see and he has zero interest in reading my work. My sexuality is all out here, and it’s clear who I appreciate in my life because I write about those people.

Wait, does that mean I care about Roger too? Yeah, I still hope he finds a form of healthy elsewhere. What he wants to display to the world is his own expression. More power to him somewhere else.

It’s clear “my style”, the type of people with whom I prefer to spend my time, they are unique, and handsome in soul. With that in mind, whether I am lesbian or not is none of Roger’s bees wax unless he wants to dive into this wax at Birdanity.

~Steph Bird

p.s. There is an agape love here for a Scorpio, but she’s just One of many whom I accidentally killed with kindness. Mother may her, that was only after she started it when she was trying to kill me too. *sigh* another friend lost…

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

 

 

Carlos?…calling all Carlos!

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There’s always a Carol…

Or is it Carlos? I’m not truly sure that it matters, these names, handles and labels, but there is always a Carlos coming for me. There has to be…

I manifested Carlos. Meeting him yesterday in “my” park, walking up to his table and his guitar, that was no accident. We were destined to meet, Carlos and I.

But let’s not get ahead of Carlos, throwing myself into “a future” story with anyone is silly. He is “Jesus” and so am I. Two Jesus’ lifestyles is probably too many for that surfer’s paradise that he lives in by the park.

Carlos? or Carol? or whatever his name was? Eh, I don’t even know, and that’s all I know for sure today. Today being the day after I met Carlos and he played his guitar with me in the park, I sang a bit in the background, we talked about life and music, then we parted ways like two humans could.

We partied with vibrations, we parted with feet, and then we flew. I may never see that Bird again and that’s OK……..

These joyS of a gypsy life…

with Carlos?

?…🤙

~”Steph Bird”

Free.. as a Bird?

Free.. as a Bird?

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Is this “my happy place”?

Everyone needs a happy place. I do, and lately I’m not sure where I live anymore. Is this my happy place?

Having lived in Cardiff-by-the-Sea for a couple of years now in this California adventure, this life I lead may seem close to a Disneyland experience, but it doesn’t feel that way today. Instead, I’m waking up at 4am and wondering whether I should even get out of bed anymore. I’m staring up at the dark silhouette of a popcorn ceiling, realizing who I am as this human that people call “Steph”, then closing my eyes and wishing for my own Disneyland.

But, no fuzzy sweatshirt or old memory from Disneyland is going to fix the way this life feels today. Nothing is going to fix “me”, I’ve never been to Disneyland and I was never totally broken. But I have been feeling these energy shifts in the Universe and it almost feels like an Earth quake in my life is coming. I can feel “her” power and these cracks are showing the stories rippling through me.

Time being ever present, today’s focus in my personal life will be to apply for at least One “new” job today. That’s the goal, applying for One “different” job with my handy-dandy resume and cover letter. One job at a time, one resume at a time, one day at a time and until my days are over, that’s going to be my personal life.

Splitting this altar ego, today’s focus in my professional life will be to apply myself at my One job today. A job here at ? where. That’s the goal, applying myself at my One job.

…today I will move (away). Today I will find? Disney’s land…

 

~Steph Bird

p.s…

(“You’re not allowed to officially or even unofficially move to Disneyland or even be “Birdanity” yet. You don’t make any money at Birdanity! So how’s that life going to work for YOU? How is this work to YOU?!?”

I’m not sure yet, but this feels like charity (work). This thing called Birdanity that I created several moons ago, this word I invented, this journal that you are reading, and this equal pay = equal work thing that I believe in…this work?

As a human Bird, I’m not a popular invention yet. Probably because I’m free as a Bird and quite frankly, one that keeps getting sick. Almost healthy, my life is… sick!

but it’s still 5am…

time to stare up…

at the ceiling again…

dreaming of a day…

someday….

when ‘I am’ with ‘You’

(again)

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You?_Art LOvE

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This is where my Dad tells me to go…

if ever there is a problem I cannot solve, a solution I cannot find, this is the book my Dad said I should consult. Anywhere in this “good book” is good because it is the Holy Bible and according to my Dad the farmer’s son (and the man who is also love to the world), this book is LOVE. This is his book, he loves it and that’s my Jesus bookmark from the Mystical Life of Jesus that I am living out today from the book of Daniel while reading the book of Daniel.

Here i am in that book, and today it’s about Daniel. Today it’s even about Daniel’s confession and prayer to God. It’s Daniel’s vision even, one about a ram and a goat.

Rams and goats? Sounds like a game, and I’m not sure about all that yet, but I have, “Discover(ed) how extraordinary you really are,” (or so they tell us). I did discover how extraordinary I really am and that kind of power is worth?

Nothing, actually because we all have it in us. This thing called love. We all have at least a little bit of life and love left in us to give. To forgive. To love?

I do.

Do you?

Do you love me?

Do you love me now?

I do…

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~Stephanie_Bird

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This writing thing, this dreaming of being a writer thing, it all started in Big Sur (several years ago). I need to be back there again. Today, I feel like I need to be in a beautiful place again. There is something special to me there and I need something special.

About me? I don’t want to write this art anymore either, these stories about me and these stories about my life’s work. I don’t even want to express my personal life. I want to let go of writing for a little while and just go away to write somewhere about wandering around in nature. That’s what I need – nature – feeling natural around a community of natural people.

There is something wrong with you…

Can You hear me?

Do you read me?

Do You copy?

My friend “E” tells me that she things there is a major energy shift and because she was sick all last night too. After being so ill for such a long time… I told her it was a dream to leave too. To run, I need an adventure for a while, and to disconnect from the lights and the sounds and the…to be with new friends or maybe just one old one that i haven’t seen for a while.

Maybe I need to be like Jesus for a while with Forty days of “my life on the road” or “out in the wilderness” would be nice too. Being a young writer, trying to take off. Where do I go?

When Birdanity is where I took off already.

Do you see “me” here?

Birdanity is my Book of Life. It’s also a complete and accurate historical record of this life as One wo/man they named,

~Stephanie Bird~

p.s. my head hurts will all these words, brain synapses and connections that never existed before. It’s a nightmare of wires up there, but it’s me (steph bird, your friend?

r…not?

and… why?

is that?)

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