Edited thurs night. The wrong draft got posted, I found the draft offensive. --SJ
There is a path in the forest often followed.
The path of transition, up a mountain on the edge of the forest, accessible by the forest, and on the other side, the city.
It is guarded at the start by the wizards of change, the gatekeepers, the guides.
The witch with the rainbow hat walks by the entrance, feeling the familiar pull. Soon it may be too much for her, and she will walk the path. For many it is irresistible, a power and a spell useless to fight, the feet follow to the first gate, willing or not.
The Fairy walks the path, it is in two parts. She has seen the tree of hormones, she eats of its fruit. She has a guide, a gatekeeper walks with her. She skirts the edges of the cliffs, sh'e has not fallen. Staggered, yes, but not fallen from the path to the rocks below. The walk has been victorious, it is the path she must take, it brought her peace.
There are clearings in the path, looking out over the forest from on high, beautiful in the rising sun. Breathtaking in its promise of joy.
There are rocks too, the rocks of facts of transitions, the truths of who we are. Storms, and sunshine, winds, and calm, thorns, and flowers its all there on the path. .
At the top of a mountain, the path is edged with cliffs on both sides, and the view is spectacular. A gatekeeper stands at this next stage of the path. Another wizard, or maybe a witch, or an enchantress, or an angel, they stand guard, holding a silver pen, to give the access letters, for those who understand the consequences of their walks.
There is no turning back from there once that gate is passed and the magic is done.
At the top, a crystal palace, filled with light. A strange place, this, from another world, white and austere, and stern. It holds the promise of joy for many, sorrow for some. Choose well, dear creatures, choose well before passing the second gate.
Within, the diamond cutters, the sculpters in flesh, shaping our cores to the final glory of transition, knowing every nuance, every corner, to make us shine. Once done, the creatures are truly revealed, in all their glory, if the glory was not already revealed before, with no need of the path, the diamond already showing, already made, born to shine. Not all need to walk the path, and all are beautiful in the forest, whether they walk, or choose not to.
The fairy walks that path, but sh'e will not pass the second gate. One gate is enough for her, she rests in that, and the view is wonderful indeed.
Tell us of your journeys, dear ones of nonbinary trans, tell us of your joy.. Did you walk the path? Tell us of your path. This is but a glimpse, a dream, a fairy's vision. Where does it lead for you?
