Restarting my Blog

I’ve been writing and content creating on the internet since 1999. It was originally on a creative writing forum from 99-03 on it I wrote over 80 pages of storytelling and was well received (it was mostly a continual story about a refugee orc and a human lumberjack trying to flee across offensive based continent). My final year of high school I was in the creative writing club and someone moved in to the area that was a huge fan of my work and they told me how it helps them out of their own depression. This was the first time ever that I met someone that I had a positive impact on with my writing, up to this point he was merely of a way to express the stress I was getting thru with my biological family.

Shortly into my adult life I decided to get into web design and I created my own blog because at the time many services took ownership of content created on their platform. This was before Myspace or other latter platforms. Over time, I have always kept writing content and when the cost of cameras dropped overtime, I was able to get into photography like my grandfather help me learn to enjoy when I was younger.

The last personal blog I ran was from ’09 up to when I was homeless in ’13. And while I still write a journal for myself, I enjoy taking excerpts to help share my perspective on life in the hopes that it helps others, If they, whoever they are, friend or foe; feel alone or confused in the world, I hope I can share that it’s perfectly ok to just be your weird self even if people think it’s to seek attention. Because it’s more important to go to bed at night knowing that you did your best and that includes being yourself on whichever journey in life you’re pursuing.

So this marks the beginning of this new blog. I am going to go through my old public blog archives and going to post backdated data from my travels. Hopefully the files from my old old life is not too corrupted.

Update: I have been able to retrieve 2006-2014 posts but many are missing photos and videos, sadly they will have to stay as-is but will be kept for posterity.

Coming Out Day

Happy Coming Out Day!
A Paraphrased Queer Journey.

At age 10, I knew something was different to me than the other boys. By 14 I had some vocabulary to say at least, that I knew my gender did not match my body. I told my mother and my therapist… Guess how that turned out in the mid 1990’s…

At 17 I decided to come out as Gay, seemed logical, people perceived me as male, even if I don’t, but I enjoy guys more so I’ll come out as gay then (I had such a sheltered mormon upbringing that I still didn’t know what ‘Bi’ or ‘Pan’ was). Luckily my biological family had already ostracized me for questioning their faith and I had already been moved out of home, so I had minimal contact with them.

At 26 when I moved to Australia, I decided to start defending my identity more and came out as Bi, much to my friends multitude of ill jokes.

At 27 a relationship ended with me refusing to share my “secret” with my partner at the time (me being trans), was accused of many vicious things and I ended up homeless under a bridge. To this day, despite the traumas, I still think I made the right call to let myself choose when to come out. It wasn’t the first time and wasn’t the last time I was pressured to come out unwillingly.

At 28 I wanted to start exploring my gender identity more and “testing the waters” by changing my name to a gender neutral one, Taylor. With much disgust and dislike from my biological family even though my new legal name had more family connection in it.

At 29, I started volunteering in the fetish community, not only to learn more about my own body, but also to help foster safe spaces I could maybe come out of the trans closet some day.

At 31, I started my academic research work into sex & diversity. Primarily in the fetish of the Puppy Play Community. Which I still do to this day.

At 33 I said enough is enough to my biological family extreme religious bigotry and never saw or spoke to them again after a hurtful final Christmas dinner.

At 34 in 2020, during our pandemic lockdowns it reached a dysphoria boiling point and had to trust that things will work out. I came out of the Transgender closet and started HRT.

I am still learning what comes next, there is no master plan. But sometimes the story doesn’t end, there’s just another chapter.
Happy Coming Out Day!

Loki Heard My Name

Loki heard my name, but fears to look me in the eye.
To bluff those surrounded with their own demons leaves only truths to stare back at him

Loki Heard my name, but fears to play with me
To play with those who have been played leaves only truths to stare back at him

Loki heard my name, but fears to flyt with me
To flyt with those who breathes with the fabric of their own soul will return with bare truths

Loki heard my name but dares not turn his back.
To turn away from those stabbed countless times, know what’s needed to do the same.

Loki heard my name, but knew not to tease,
To tease the battle-wounded gives wrath from the valkyrie.

Loki may go to his daughter Hel for a box of my last breath,
Only to find out she keeps it safe from my own incursions to her domain for the same thing.

Hel fears me while holding bandages ready for my coming.
Odin warmly prepares the table
Valkyries ready their steeds,

Loki knows my name but I’m not the one afraid.

Temple of Valhalla’s Ships

Let Odin walk beside me on every road I go. For one eye can guide more than two.

Let Thor protect me from the storms you need help with, to weather the worst.      

Let Tyr give me courage when I have to fight and a shield when I need to defend.

Let Freyja guard and safely keep my soul while I heal from burnt wingtips.


Let Freyr grant me pleasure in my loving and my loving of others

Let Bragi give me eloquence in the words I say and share the spark amongst others.

Let Aedgir keep the oceans calm when I sail uncharted waters 

Let Skadi guide me to see my compass through life when I need direction.


Let Vor reveal everything of worth so I have the knowledge to choose worth over face.

Let Idun remind me to bathe and hydrate, to give me the tools to be strong.

Let Heimdall watch, For every step I take is my own and together with those around me

Let Frigga weave a spell keeping me from harm and learn to live without it.


And finally:
Never let Loki know my name.


(Based and inspired on a poem by John Anthony Fingleton)

35

Today I turn 35, so here’s a present for you all. Photos and comparing a year ago to now. No need for gifts, just extra hugs next time you see me post-lockdown.

Last March at the start of covid mayhem, I started a few creative projects to fill up my time, including snapping a selfie at the same angle once a day and someday compile them into an animation. Little did I know it’ll document me coming out and being in hrt.

A lots happened since this time last year to say the least 🤣 at this time last year I was in an unhealthy environment including living in an asbestos filled backyard shed and now I’m living somewhere else where I can express my hobbies and more about who I am.

While great things like coming out of the closet, beginning my transitioning and publishing a book have happened too. No year is without ups and downs.

Also unexpected things like the 4 admissions of hospitalisation in 2021 so far, which I’m still trying to recover from, and that storm isn’t over yet. I want to take the chance to say thank you to everyone who has been involved in my crisis. I would not be alive today without you all.

Archenar’s Illumination

a poem by myself

There are many days I feel all alone,
no matter how large the hug or forest I am in.

There are many days I don’t know if I’ll see the next,
no matter the help I get with my monsters.

There are many days I believe more in the potential
of others than in my own,
no matter how deep I am grounded within myself..

No matter how bad I get or how lost I feel,
I wish I could promise to hold onto hope.

I want to be greater than what I suffer,
because in the darkness,
there can be… discovery,
there can be… possibility,
there can be… freedom,
once somebody illuminates it.

I still share my darkness and my illuminations through my life,
because that act can unconsciously give others the strength and
inspiration to do the same for those who crave to overcome
their own monsters.

Notes:
– Poem named after the only star I could see through the window during my first of 5 clinical admissions during this PTSD crisis.
– After reading, if you’d like, listen the song “Dona Nobis Pacem 2” by Max Richter. As I feel it has a strong emotional connection to the spirit of the poem.
– Artwork made by myself, vector art based off photo references of a misty path through a forest in Ireland.

6 Months on HRT

Reached 6 months into #hrt feeling more me despite the major medical situation this year. Has been a major point of grounding myself during this crisis.

I do miss that radiant me I had back in February but more time in hospital and care is needed before I get to that point again.

#transgender #transisbeautiful

Kiwi 5 Months Old

May

Over 14 kilos of velociraptor, he has truly become part of the family, he can read a room and know when to be calm and quiet when were exhausted at the end of the day but he’s smart enough to tell you when he wants attention. We even need to keep the keys out of reach to his treat cabinet as he’s learnt how to unlock it himself.

With the hopes that I wont be going back into hospital much more, im hoping soon to help him find a way to outlet his herding instincts and let him try herding some farm animals (there is a service in melbourne for this)

I’m currently getting him to learn how to jump for targets, pull items on command, and extend his endurance for sled dog pulling the wheelchair for rural bike paths to explore in the future together.

April

I did get to be home for a few weeks between hospital visits in late April and got back into training him with basic jumping, agility concepts and improving his sled dog training skills.

March

During March my health deteriorated and I had a lot of support from my friends to help take care of him while I was in and out of hospital. His training went on hold but we were complimented that he was months ahead for his age.

At this time too he was gaining more than a kilo a week!

February

Fully Vaccinated and attended his first puppy training class. Was well ahead of the class with already mastering call and hand signals for sit, heel, stand up and fistbump

January

He was 2.4kg when I got him at 8 weeks old, born on December 1st. Little did we know what we were getting ourselves into and was a real mother with a newborn situation taking care of him. But within the first week, he knew his name, knew when we were calling him and was successfully house trained within the first few weeks

Recovery And Pounamu

Happy Story at the End: I’m back home now from hospital for 5 days now, Recovering in some ways. Complications in others. So how’s it going?

I’m having pretty severe PTSD flashback episodes at the moment. They are a complete disconnect in a daze with no triggers starting them, they just start randomly. Me trapped in a nightmare of a past traumatic event, even when someone calls out to me, I don’t hear them and don’t snap out of it till I’m actually nudged by someone.
A few nights ago I had one for 45mins 😒 which is making recovery post-hospital challenging as I fall into these episodes even when happily distracting myself with my book writing or even during my PC games.

And when I do get to snap out of it, I’m totally disoriented on where I am briefly, and suddenly eternity of a nightmare feels like not a second has passed, which makes it more disorienting (especially when in a moving car, me not driving of course).

After discharge from hospital, we have had professional supports keeping an eye on me during my recovery every few days but all this would not be possible without my friends. So here’s another BIG SHOUT OUT to all my friends who have been thru this crisis with me. My friends that are local, rural, interstate and overseas have all banded together and I will always eternally grateful to help me pass through PTSD crisis, supporting without judgement 🥰


On a happy note though. This (literal) gem arrived!

Many people don’t know my strong sense of personal spirituality and my cultural connection to my homeland and to the natural world. Mainly because it’s never become a conversation topic. But there are many ways I want to express that, this is one of the big ones for me!

This Is a New Zealand Greenstone Koru shaped carving with the stone sourced from the Ngāi Tahu Iwi (tribe) in South Island, NZ; and carved in Rotorua. Im a personal believer (for me, no pressure on others) it would need to be gifted than just bought for myself. I used to wear a Toki but was given by an abusive ex so I stopped wearing it in 2010 when I got out of that situation.

Greenstone has a cool property that you don’t need to take it off at all, the natural oils in your skin natural absorb into it and make the stone shine and gloss more the longer you wear it. Spiritually in some ways, an act of bringing your Wairua (spirit) deeper into it, in turn, becoming much more part of the story of me as I am of it.

While I am not Maori myself, I’m one proud of my cultural upbringing and proud to represent it in as much of a respectful way as possible. I grew up at primary school learning basic te reo (Maori language), sining, pōwhiri dancing, Haka, learning creation myths and even got to the start of learning how to interpret their proto-language that was woven into their Marae’s (meeting houses) and writing creative Taniwha fiction in my teenage years, and so on.

Now that I have been opening up more of myself to others, you’ll see more of my Kiwiana expressed as I continue transitioning 😁 you may get to see more of my traditional Maori singing, or my Korowai cloak being designed, amongst other things. *Gets excited*