Slate cliff above Boscastle Harbour, Boscastle, Cornwall 2010

Surface Reflections

I am ready to embrace
Who I am
Except when I’m not
Ready
It’s hard
When you’re an
Inbetween
It’s been a full year today
Since
I came out online
As Asexual
As panromantic
As they
In that time I’ve
Come to terms
With being
Nonbinary
In a binary world
I call myself Al
Except when I don’t
Signature coming out
All wrong
Having to do it
Again
I still get a flush of
Pride
When my self talk
Works
And I call myself
Al
But then family don’t
And work forgets
Even though it’s
Official
Only it’s not
My work is happy
To call me
By my chosen name
But then
Tax is different
So
My pay details are for
My birth name
And people who know me
Before
Still call me
By that name
Or forget
And it’s embarrassing
To have to
Correct
Them all the time
So I let it go
My beloved chosen
Family
Are so supportive
Take such care when
Referring to me
Calling my
Name
They are the reason I
Was able to
Come out
Be myself
In the first place
Until I met them
I didn’t even
Realise why I felt
The way I
Do
Or did
Especially my ‘brother’
Who pushed me
To accept
Myself
And held me when I
Stumbled
So I wouldn’t fall
I’m part of a Pride group
At work
It’s been wonderful
To be part
Of a group that
Wants to
Include you
Only they don’t
Because
LGBTI only know how
To deal with
The L, G and B part
Even though they say
They want to address
The rest
Stupid how the
Small things
Can make you so
Happy
Like being able
To use the
Gender neutral
Toilets
If no-one else is
Or being called Al
On my name tag
And my email
Like helping my
Community
For wear it purple day
We managed to raise
More money for
Minus18
Than we had for
Any charity
Before
It made me wonder
Why
And I feel so
Naive
Or a freak
Having to
Stand up and be
Noticed
To push an
Agenda that others
Don’t have to
They are binary
They look at me and see
The surface
And sometimes that means
I do too

(c) AM Hunter 2016

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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