this sound sculpture is a celebration of my trans sensuality, the indescribable power and immense relief of arriving at a sense of reverence & the ability to savor being in my body. dwelling in this indeterminate beauty of my self-determination, my kneading metamorphosis.
I am malleable.
I made the sounds from layers of my voice breaking, twisting, & humming recorded before and throughout my first 5 months of testosterone injections.
sometimes I feel like sound erodes me like water. how long does it take for canyons to form, particles rearranged?
abraded by the rush of soft living waters, this is my voice mutating.
mutation is an embrace.
I am dog-eared like a book. sometimes i am a pause, but i will keep trying to read every page.
sometimes it feels like too much to kvell in this beautiful absurdity while also holding knowledge and pain and rage about this year’s many immense horrors. the attacks on trans self-determination & bodily autonomy are compounding and escalating every day.
my access to hrt & top surgery has empowered me to become more myself in my 30’s than I’ve felt ever before, in symbiosis with more parts of myself.
I know that I can and must delve deeper into the direct action & tactics of those who came before me, and continue to build upon their work in my own ways. there is so much to do, collectively and individually.
forever holding Octavia Butler’s words close— change is god.
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