Bumbling about the house and the interwebs, plodding through normal to do lists amongst the holiday scramble. Staring at my Christmas gift from Cock– a ring of mystic quartz, rainbow colors flashing as I tap, tap, tap on the keys. Thinking about his proposal of whether I might be interested in “borrowing him for awhile.” Internally giggling about how after looking at SO many rings, more traditional, more hippy, sparkly, raw, mined, created, the list goes on… it is this behemoth of queerness that now sits upon my finger.

What else could it have been?

A stone given it’s brilliance through a process of nature and nurture. A setting to which my initial gut reaction was “I’ve never pictured myself with anything like that but I think it’s the one.” Found unexpectedly and without planning or warning. Seemingly the wrong size but an adornment I am swiftly finding it painful and strange to see my finger without.

We had a discussion awhile back about wanting stones that felt like the other was with them. Cock says there’s a lot of quartz in Colorado. Perhaps this rainbow mystic version is a jewelry/humanicorn equivalent. It needed a layer of protective titanium to shine it’s magick so brightly. He also likes to joke lasciviously that I like the weight of it in my hands…

Whatever the complicated, simple, sexy, powerful, feminine, masculine, sacred, new, serendipitous coincidence or fate fueled magick is that brought this ring to me– here it is. Much like Cock. Much like our journey through gender and sexuality. We were always here but we had to use our agency to choose one another. I found a love note that Cock penned to me in the early days, post swirling nearby each other but also pre-absolute confidence in our commitment.

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My body, my brain, my love, my light are all of my own choice.

This agency– SACRED.

This lightness of spirit + generosity of heart that is true loving of another–

complete vulnerability with another human and full trust in the safety that it is held within that love.

It is faith in the human race.

In life itself.

That this world can hold something so big and so perfect and she was made so that you could love her.

Our family is a revolutionary act. That we can come as we are– baggage, trauma, bitterness and all.

Toward each other– Look one another in the eyes, full of hurt and hope.

And STAY.

It’s not about wearing a dress or wearing a bowtie. That shit is simple.

It’s about wearing our past, present + future on our faces and knowing that neither of us are broken.

We hold faith for those pasts, presents + futures.

And we stand together in knowing it all as right and good.

{COCK}

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We feel so grateful to have found each other in this great big scary world– especially around the holidays that can be so triggering to so many queer human/humanicorn couplings. Choose to take care of yourselves and each other. See rainbows through clear conservative religious right quartz filled lands.

This choice, this agency, to say I/we are here, we’re queer and we are right and good, is sacred.

In holiday solidarity + MAGICK,

Wishing that you will find, choose or hold close your mystical quartz,

Cock{ASIA}