I’m a pansexual switch,

kinky and vanilla sweet,

and my sex life and love life and creative life and activist life and spiritual life are

one life.

Every life.

All of life.

Even in the only bathroom stall in the Saloon, lock broken,

tile mud encrusted, toilet bowl splattered with someone else’s vomit,

I contain multitudes.

My body is the Saloon bathroom.

I am a depository for all the muck and suffering of the world.

The lock is broken.

These walls are an illusion.

My body is everything but the Saloon bathroom.

I am clean. 

Innocent. 

Newly alive.

I toddle through the world with wide open eyes.