to claim the fabulous

expressing my inner fabulous is much easier to do with delightful clothing--and it inspires brilliance in others.

Last night I was at the Steampunk Exhibition Ball in Seattle. I was deeply inspired by the beauty of my fellow Volunteers and Attendees. I looked ok, too :)
I've been prompted by this event to finally create an outfit titled 'Adam Dove'. I'm still developing his back-concept, but essentially he's a glittering Cabaret Boy. In reference to Soiled Doves, he wears a reinvented tea-length satin skirt, fishnets and leather spats below his waistcoat (design as yet unconfirmed, but the satin on the pocket will match the skirt) and skirt-matching ascot. There will be a collared shirt but it may be sleeveless with a passunder sleeve design with multiple layers. We'll see whether the sleeves end in gloves with finishing details added over, or the gloves are separate.

He has no interest in 'passing', so he needs no stuffed bra thankyouverymuch. He's not here to worry about that. He's here to fuck...your gender, ever so sweetly and graciously. His brocade/beaded bag contains many useful things for many occasions and looks delightful hanging from his slightly limp wrist.


Random! and now, poetry!
just remember
what it looks like inside
is not always visible
striking chords depends
on the resolve of the interior

to the river before us

always never looking forward back to the

tension you have encouraged

in the instance of Persephone,
Hephaestus revealed with precision

Who of all of you
Casting your eyes on this grace
Is moved to venture on?
Do you lie there and let yourself
Wander through that hidden space?

fire and water

With love and encouragement for shiny, who will no longer be afraid. One day.

some say the devil walks
with fire in the left hand
in the right is water
I say power is elemental
and we walk the ways
we're meant to.
A child cries not because
he has no power; but
because his power has
him

God is

the space between now here and nowhere.

Speak the truth of this: All my exes are well shut of me. Yet I'm not a bad person. I am, in fact, pretty awesome according to most. And yet all their lives seem so much better without me. This is strange and cool and awkward.

in other news, my life's purpose in a song that came before I was born:

My open letter to Amazon.com--In solidarity with Daniel Ellsberg

Dear Amazon Corporation,

I already disliked you because of your unethical response to the former Amazon Bookstore Cooperative, Inc. in Minneapolis, and was committed to buying only from individual sellers so you got less of my money. Now you've taken it too far. In protest to your mistreatment of Wikileaks, I am joining Daniel Ellsberg in refusing to use your site at all. Abebooks, Powells, and other companies will receive my business from now on.

Please consider your size and the harm you are enacting on Justice movements around the world. I will open a new account if I find out you become committed to Justice and make amends by apologising to the Wikileaks team, reinstate their account (with a year or more of free service) and tender an official apology complete with a financial settlement replacing the lawyer fees they spent to try to reclaim their rightful name to what is now True Colors bookstore in Minneapolis.

Until then, I'm voting with my dollar--and against you.

In Solidarity and Justice, Lance Worth

Marriage = capitalism: it unifies physical possessions and allots literal (tax and finance) and metaphorical currencies to those to whom access granted.

If you disagree, check this: families who are 'federally married' usually perceived as more stable or legitimate.

I'm not hatin', just not participatin' in the capitalism of love. I'll still come to your wedding and celebrate with you though :)

Morpheus and Aphrodite

The night so cold the fires went out,
It must have been 1983. She hated how
His love for her played dead
When she walked into the room.

Maybe we should go to the movies and
you can confuse me for the one onscreen
with the smoking gun. You can say how
cruel I was, like you told me about her.

Call off your dogs. When we open that
door to the sea, will it mean healing
or worse? Morpheus cannot finish songs
Aphrodite sung without bridge repair.


~surprised I could get that one out today but it had to be done. Thank JW for the inspiration

Love Letters to Life in General

Dear you, dear me, and the rest of the world too:

We came into this world formed perfect. Our perfect message and mission, our knowledge of self, our ways of being and loving accounted for within our miens and means.

Remember that you hold the power you need, and that you may preserve it as you feel. Remember the gifts that are yours alone to bring. Remember we live our truths as we know them, and that this is exactly as it should be.

God as we understand God to be has led us to where we are for exactly that reason. We connect and part as we grow and we are free. Provided that we seek our wisest way of being, provided we speak our safest truths, choose our sacred intention, and continue to change and nurture and grow, we do right by ourselves, do right by our families blood and chosen, and right by God as we understand God to be.

I love you. You're perfect. Love yourself and your own perfection and processes. Please remember your light and love are brilliant, and so are you.



Love, Me.