Artists are Teachers

It's not that I want to leave the Industry.

It's that I want The Industry and I to be in a healthier relationship and I know I am not the only one who feels this way and I have Huge Faith.

Giant Leaps of Faith.

Gold Star Leaps of Faith that I am meant to be supported in my Excavation of Vulnerability.

How could I ever leave The Industry?

When I am A Creator, Performer, Gatherer, Cultivator, Channeler DOWN TO MY BONE. "BONE" isn't even the right word for it. It's softer than "BONE." It's CORE. It's SOUL. It's the SOFT MARROW inside the BONE.

Tilling to the Underground, Taking people in, in their Validity, Even Still.

I write for Prophecy. For When I Am Gone. For the Fearless Moment. I write here because this is My Corner.

And I am healing. That makes me Tend to my Soft Marrow. I love Creation and I always will. And I deserve Protection. I call in My Protectors. It's exhausting being Your Own Protector. I'm not getting paid enough for it As An Artist. Someone else will be paid enough to be The Protector though. And I will be paid as an Artist. Carried and Blessed.

These are prayers now.

I take the Suicides of Queer and Trans Artists personally.

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