Once upon a time, a very tiny Tink was told to dream of wedding bells rung by a white cis gendered male knight who gallantly rode in to save her from herself.

Teeny Tink had a few problems with this scenario. One, while the idea of a big party sounded cool, the whole "til death do you part" sounded a bit grim. Two, she was having a happy little life and didn't need saving. And three, what if the person she liked was something other than a cis gendered male?

The truth is, I've never been one to fit into boxes - despite being a petite human. ;)

And recently I realized that I liked HUMANS - regardless of how they chose to gender (or whether they do at all). 

​So in honor of PRIDE month, I'm sharing this cheeky little poem, in the hopes it sparks you to feel freer too. After all, love is love is love is love. 🖤

​When I was a little girl, I made up this game called “Escaping”. Originally inspired by the stories of the Underground Railroad, and the book “Roots”, it quickly evolved into something very, very, different. More personal.

The basic premise is exactly what you might think. I’m the protagonist being held against my will, in a world I don’t want to be in. And despite all the odds, I manage to - with a lot of athletic ability, ingenuity, aid from fantastical creatures, and a few bouts of rather unrealistic luck -  break free to live my life however I wish.

I never do continue the game once I break free. Instead, in an endless cycle of repetition, the moment I’ve conquered all, the game “resets” and I start all over.

It’s been years since I played the game. Yet a part of me realized recently, that it never really ended. In a sense I’ve been playing a rather adult version of this game my whole life.

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