Poems & Spells for Our Survival & Pleasure

Deer Tender Heart,

Poetry has been my life raft again & again, both bringing me to life & helping me bring life to others.  My Fucking Tide: Love & Sex is a collection of poems that have been sitting & rooting since 2012, collecting poem kin along the way.  I picked these specific poems to offer you because I am invoking healing through loving my hard-to-deal-with-parts & the magic that has come to me through good sex.  "What is good sex?" you ask?  The kind that left me wrung out & brimming with words.  Healing & magic & sex & coming back to myself seamlessly blend together for me, & these are pieces of that journey.

I am asking for an energy exchange in sharing this work, a donation of $10, $15, or $20.  This collection holds 10 poems about love & sex & the magic in between.  Please consider gifting yourself or your loves this bundle of femme healing, femme celebration, femme magic.  All proceeds go to keeping me here & alive.

I wrote The Nth Generation of Queer Brown Femmes: an invocation, one of the poems in this collection, while I lived in a magical place called the Baberation.  We were / are a plethora of queer brown femmes who were / are still trying to figure shit out.  One of the things I love(d) about the Baberation was that it was an old nunnery, & I spent many nights talking to the homo angels & queer femme ancestors that still resided in that building.  I wrote this poem during these long conversations with myself & the Femmeiverse because I wanted an invocation of protection to combat what we were surviving & what was still yet to come.  I hope it does something similar for you, deer one.

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The Nth Generation of Queer Brown Femmes: an invocation

​sweet strong merciful Femme Ancestors,
we ask for your presence
in our everyday ceremonies & rituals
as we find ways to love & survive,
for your protection & guidance
as we heed our heart’s desires,
& for your help clearing that which doesn't
get the fuck out of our way.
​afemme.

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This protection spell is a bonus poem not included in my original collection because it is very new.  I wrote it in response to the fuckery I survive on the daily.  I wrote it to let the Femmeriverse I am having none of it.  I wrote it to send all the cowardly hearts their fucked up energy back.  I wrote it to name what happens to me.  I wrote it as a warning not to do this shit to me, because there will be consequences.  There should be.  You cannot fuck over holy fucking femmes anymore.

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to the ones who fuck me over
​& call me dangerous in the same breath:
a protection spell

every stone you threw at this precious femme body hurt. a lot. but not as much as it will when you burn your own shit to the ground & everything beneath your skin comes to a boil. & those lies you threw about with whispers will lay you bare, char & smolder your new shame. good luck with that. this is what happens when you're hasty with a femme witch hunt. you will only have yourselves to blame because you already killed me. & if you ever dare tongue my name to the roof of your blistering mouth, my two syllables will turn again to white hot coals. so don't.

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  My Fucking Tide: Love & Sex includes the following poems:

• ​The Nth Generation of Queer Brown Femmes
• Don't Fuck With Our Ancestors
• I Am
• Today I Will Fall in Love With Myself
• I Found God in Your Eyeliner
• Holiness of You
• Tender Topping
• After I Topped La Luna in a Pencil Skirt
• Quench 
• Tide

To get a pdf copy for yourself, your bestie, your femme crush, your roommate, your queer fam, make sure to note which email I can send this blessed collection of poems to when you make your donation.  Sometimes the Paypal email & people's everyday email that they actually read are not the same, & I just wanna make sure you receive this gift!  Actually, now that I am poking around, I am not sure if you can make a note, but if you would like the poems sent to an email other than the one listed in your Paypal info, please send me another email to highmoonfemme@gmail.com telling me where to send it.  lol I hope this hasn't just become confusing.  Either way, you will get your poems!

All my love in the meantime,
​Dacia (Lettie)